He liked his slaves to have sensitive nipples, so this is how they spent a couple hours every night. And their nipples did become more sensitive
To be left alone
And face to face with my own crime, had been
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Masque of Pandora (1875), Part VIII. In the Garden.
Nothing says dominance & devotion like a tight hogtie — & she’ll thank you sincerely for it afterwards.
Getting stuck in a corner, bound and gagged tightly in a chair, is not the way Britta wanted to spend her birthday. But it doesn’t look like she is in any position to argue.
Another saturday night date for Lucy & Ethel. One of these days their owners will introduce one to the other
Not very effective at actually preventing stimulation. But very effective at reminding you of the rules.
Before Emily had been made a slave, she never considered spending hours with her wrists & elbows strapped behind her while she walked up & down a windowless hall balancing a book on her head a reward. Yet this was a reward, one she was proud of. Just as being whipped, or given the opportunity to ride a wooden horse for hours while her pussy grew numb with pain.
This all might make sense if she hadn’t been denied enough sleep for weeks — or was it months, now? And all of conditioning her owner subjected her to kept her head buzzing with so many unwanted thoughts, she found it easier just to accept this new, topsy-turvy world even if it didn’t make sense.
Their owner told them they had to choose between giving up ice cream or orgasms for a week. When the slaves hadn’t decided after an hour, he tied them to the bed & gagged them, telling them they had to stay that way until they decided. So far, the slaves haven’t had either yet this weekend.