Hello Likeraians,
I got bored, so I decide to create a fantasy story. Just need some feedback and a title. Here’s some excerpt of it. Thank you. 💓 💓 💓
Plot: self-bondage, discovered, curiosity, sisters, climatic description, techniques
“First the gag. I settle the silicone ball between my teeth and tighten the main strap partway. Then I pull the other two straps up and over my head, securing them firmly at the back. The front leather straps press tightly against both sides of my nose. Last I cinch the chin strap, forcing my lips to stretch and seal around the ball. I finish by tightening the main strap fully, pushing the ball deeper into my mouth.”
“Finally I stop fighting. I accept the dilemma—I’m trapped, the scissors are out of reach, and no one is coming. The helpless acceptance, the relentless grind of the rope against my soaked labia, and the memory of Paige’s imagined touch push me over the edge one last time. A hard, shattering orgasm rips through me while I’m still crying, my body convulsing on the slippery tiles, muffled sobs turning into broken, ecstatic sounds. The waves crash through me until I go completely limp, the last of my strength gone, and I pass out again still bound and gagged on the cold floor, the pink ropes holding me securely in their firm grip. There is no escape.”
“Both of them lie bound and helpless on the cold tiles, only inches apart, blind and gagged and locked in the bright pink ropes, finally realizing escape is impossible.”
I got bored, so I decide to create a fantasy story. Just need some feedback and a title. Here’s some excerpt of it. Thank you. 💓 💓 💓
Plot: self-bondage, discovered, curiosity, sisters, climatic description, techniques
“First the gag. I settle the silicone ball between my teeth and tighten the main strap partway. Then I pull the other two straps up and over my head, securing them firmly at the back. The front leather straps press tightly against both sides of my nose. Last I cinch the chin strap, forcing my lips to stretch and seal around the ball. I finish by tightening the main strap fully, pushing the ball deeper into my mouth.”
“Finally I stop fighting. I accept the dilemma—I’m trapped, the scissors are out of reach, and no one is coming. The helpless acceptance, the relentless grind of the rope against my soaked labia, and the memory of Paige’s imagined touch push me over the edge one last time. A hard, shattering orgasm rips through me while I’m still crying, my body convulsing on the slippery tiles, muffled sobs turning into broken, ecstatic sounds. The waves crash through me until I go completely limp, the last of my strength gone, and I pass out again still bound and gagged on the cold floor, the pink ropes holding me securely in their firm grip. There is no escape.”
“Both of them lie bound and helpless on the cold tiles, only inches apart, blind and gagged and locked in the bright pink ropes, finally realizing escape is impossible.”
