transmutationshoppe:aussiefilthyboy: seabondagesadist:Transforming @tiedspike into the pig I wanted
transmutationshoppe:aussiefilthyboy: seabondagesadist:Transforming @tiedspike into the pig I wanted to use. After some hard but simple bondage in the cage it was time for “pig” to be placed into the straightjacket and forced to live up to the single word on printed on the front. To be what the label stated. URINAL. The collar represented that for this moment, I owned the pig. He was my property. If only for a little while. He was to be my urinal that afternoon. Lost in his own needs and desires, he became just that. He had surrendered to my will and ultimately his own. I relished seeing pig so defeated. Reduced to a function of his and my fantasies. Not only was he trapped by the bondage and the gags forcing him to accept his fate, his desires trapped him as well. Pig was my urinal. This is the pig I aspire to be, surrendering myself to the will of the master and his needs and wants Digging that thick heavy chain. And what can you do when a Master has you in such tight bondage but swallow? I don’t want to surrender to it, but for you to make me accept it. A little seduction to get me into some cuffs and a hood so you can manhandle me into a cage that is just big enough to hold me - but not big enough to be particularly comfortable - and keeping me there long enough to get me to submit to exchanging release from the cage for being straitjacketed. Seduction not your style (or too much work)? Nothing wrong with a bit of covert (or overt) sedation; just enough to give you the chance to get me into the straitjacket before I come back to my senses. If you have friends, you could just force me into the straitjacket and hood with their assistance too. Perhaps you’ll try the ‘gentle’ approach: long, torturous edging with the occasional ruined orgasm, spaced out by breaks where I am left bound and hooded while you rest between attempts. Eventually my body’s desire will break my mind’s will to resist, and my desires will become far more conforming to yours. When I finally beg to do anything you desire to be able to cum, it is then you tell me it is my destiny to become your piss slave; how despite my utter revulsion at the concept not only that it will happen, but you are going to make me LOVE it, to WANT to do it, willingly. I’ll freak out, not accepting nor wanting it to be a permanent thing. But it isn’t about my wants or desires, nor how willing I may or may not be to submit to such a thing.I’m not sure if you’ll swap the hood’s gag for a bowl-type piss gag to force me to ‘savor’ the aroma; a funnel gag so you can fill it to the brim before pinching my nose to force the choice between breathing and not swallowing it all; or a ring gag so you can enjoy the sensation of pissing straight into the ‘receptacle’. I’m sure eventually I’ll end up experiencing all of them. Regardless of which piss gag you start off with, having gained my initial ‘request’ to partake, you’ll enjoy slowly teasing confirmation out of me again and again. Describing in detail how you’re going to make me want it, each time edging me until I beg once more, keeping me on edge until the very moment the piss begins to flow into me, timing my orgasm so I feel the heat and pleasure in my crotch pulsing in time with the heat of your piss surging down my throat.Eventually, a desire to be your piss slave burned into my pleasure rewired brain; the first step on my journey to be redesigned as your perfect toy. Orgasmic desperation leveraged to consider my ‘limits’ and ‘desires’ until nothing remains but what you put there. Like all new toys, you’ll naturally grow bored with me, and I’ll end up in ‘storage’ for longer and longer periods, or be on extended ‘loan’ to a friend perhaps, but always yearning for your attentions regardless. No matter what route you choose, and it is your choice and not mine, I’m not going to simply offer submission, and you don’t want me to anyway. It is going to be far more pleasurable and empowering for you, spiritually and emotionally necessary for me, and really the only way to properly mold our relationship. It may be true that I came to your place to meet, get to know you, not to start a new relationship, but being hooded and straitjacketed doesn’t leave me many choices, does it? -- source link