SNAP.
go the handcuffs, as your arms are secured behind your back. The blindfold slips down over your eyes as the smell of incese fills your nostrils… you smile.
CRACKLE.
Could it be bubble wrap? what it that noise? Knowing your Latex fetish, combined with your penchant for choking and fear of suffocation… I play every instrument in this orchestration of evil! I wrap the Saran-wrap around your head…covering your mouth, your eyes, your ears, your nose. I burn 2 small holes for your nostils with my incese stick. It makes you sneeze, and it hurts, because there is nowhere for the force to escape. You are beginning to sweat. Panic begins to take over as you wonder what the fuck you have gotten yourself into.
POP.
The sound of the rubber bands. My cat o’ nine tails. My whips. I have your cock in a cage, spikes inside.As your cock grows , so does your self inflicted pain.
Do you LIKE that PIG????
POP!
ZAP!!
I have the electrodes hooked up now to the car battery, and I clack the positive and negative ends together. sparks fly, and you can smell the acrid air burning. Your cock stiffens. You would cry if you could. You would beg. The sounds around you are muffled, just enought to create the panic
Welcum to Hell, Pet….Lets play.
Splendor
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