He simply has no choice in the matter. He will remain bound for me, for hours on end. No sight. No sound. No escape. I have him in full sensory deprivation. A restrictive leather body bag. Ropes. Straps. I've even added chains to the suspension rings and secured him to my bondage table to ensure that he doesn't try and roll away to freedom. Completely dehumanized. Utterly fucked. I will carry about my day doing whatever I please while he stays inside, squirming. Struggling. Hopelessly. Perhaps I'll invite one of my friends over and I'll strap on fuck her on top of him later once I've return...

He simply has no choice in the matter. He will remain bound for me, for hours on end. No sight. No sound. No escape. I have him in full sensory deprivation. A restrictive leather body bag. Ropes. Straps. I've even added chains to the suspension rings and secured him to my bondage table to ensure that he doesn't try and roll away to freedom. Completely dehumanized. Utterly fucked. I will carry about my day doing whatever I please while he stays inside, squirming. Struggling. Hopelessly. Perhaps I'll invite one of my friends over and I'll strap on fuck her on top of him later once I've returned home from my errands. Or maybe I simply won't return at all. Who knows what the future holds for him...