Ropes, ropes and even more ropes. There is nothing more captivating than binding your prisoner with lots of tight knots. To bend a male body into shape. Make them helpless, unable to resist and escape. I have put slave 0 into a semi transparent zentai catsuit and tied him up real good. His arms are bent behind his back. His legs and feet are bound together and his legs are tied to his body. He is gagged and wearing a blackout hood. The perfect package that I can leave in the experimentation room for hours without having to worry about escape attempts.

Hours and hours in the dark an...

Ropes, ropes and even more ropes. There is nothing more captivating than binding your prisoner with lots of tight knots. To bend a male body into shape. Make them helpless, unable to resist and escape. I have put slave 0 into a semi transparent zentai catsuit and tied him up real good. His arms are bent behind his back. His legs and feet are bound together and his legs are tied to his body. He is gagged and wearing a blackout hood. The perfect package that I can leave in the experimentation room for hours without having to worry about escape attempts.

Hours and hours in the dark and in tight bondage does it wonders in breaking my prisoners. When I return to see after them, they are already like molten wax in my hands. Wearing spiky high heels and black stockings I return to see after my package. I kick him lightly, satisfied that he was not able to free a single limb. After such a long time bound to a ball it is time to change his position without giving him any freedom. I loosen the ropes between his legs and body and straighten his body. He squirms like a worm, hoping to escape, but I roll him over an tie his legs to his arms in a hogtie. I am tying my little toy into any shape I want. I pull his legs up tight, fastening the rope and with a few knots he is completely immobilized again. I admire my helplessly struggling toy.

The I remove the blackout hood and make him worship my shoes with his gag. The few time that I take off the hood, all he sees are my shiny high heels and nylon feet. That his life. That is all he exists for. I check the knots once more and make him sniff on my feet. Then I leave him in this bondage position for a few more hours until I have decided what to do with him tonight.