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This will hurt but not for long. Your testicles will go numb as they die due to their blood supply being cut off by the band.

Now come on, don't cry. It'll all be over soon. I'll get you strapped down and milked. If you don't make a fuss I'll milk you by hand and not by electroejaculation.

... or, The Secrets of a Lady's Dessous

... or, The Secrets of a Lady's Dessous

STORY:

I finished tightening the last buckle on the leather armbinder that safely held your arms behind your back. You leaned against the warm cream leather seat, your body wrapped in pearl-colored latex looking so contrasting and beautiful. You closed your eyes, your breath calm behind the red ball gag.

"Are you comfortable, my Love?" I whispered, my voice low.

You gave a small nod, a submissive gesture that warmed my heart.

I took a small heart-shaped padlock from my pocket. "This is the final part," I said, showing it to you. You opened your eyes, looking at the shiny object.

"This is not just a padlock to lock the shackles on your ankles," I continued, kneeling in front of you. "This is my promise. My promise to keep you safe throughout this journey. My promise that this key will never leave my pocket until we reach our destination."

I attached the padlock to your shackles. Its soft click was the only sound in the quiet car, a signal that our real journey had begun.

I returned to the driver's seat and started the engine. "Now, relax," I said as I began to drive slowly out of the garage. "I don't want you to see the road. I want you to feel the journey. Feel the vibration of the engine beneath us. Feel the warmth of the sun coming through the window. And listen only to my voice."

You did exactly as I asked. You leaned back, your head turned towards me, and your eyes closed again. You surrendered everything to me our destination, your safety, your pleasure. You are the most precious cargo in the world, and I am your only driver.

"Sleep if you want," I whispered after we had been driving for a while on the quiet highway. "I am the one driving."

And I know, when you wake up, we will have already arrived at our little paradise.

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All characters depicted in my artwork are entirely fictional and are portrayed as being over 18 years of age. All acts portrayed are consensual.

Triss Merigold plays damsel in distress role again. But this time her captors did everything to prevent her escape.

"Hold on tight."

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Characters are 18+

Vinny said his ass was “too big for the big screen.” His manager took that as a challenge...

Enter: Desert Bootcamp: A Journey Into Fame, an experimental film slash “motivational punishment fantasy” dreamed up by some washed-up director with awards no one’s verified. The role? A diva-in-training being molded into a star the hard way — latex, corset, winter fluff, stilettos, desert heat, and a shocking amount of... well, shocks.

Vinny’s still not sure if this is a movie or a fever dream… but the contract was very clear: no quitting, no lawsuits, no whining.
Showbiz is hell. But hey — at least the lighting's good right...?

Find Vinny on my discord server if you dare wanna ask him for advice: https://discord.gg/SsTtPszFAd