Helpless Outdoor Decoration
58 photos; 9:38 video
They had seated me on a low bench and strapped me down tightly. My hands, secured behind my back, were encased in fingerless leather gloves, further restrained by thick cuffs – any thought of escape was pure fantasy. My mouth was silenced by a firm leather harness gag, forcing me into breathy stillness, every inhale and exhale slowed and measured through my nose.
My legs were bound tightly to the bench, each strap another symbol of my complete submission. Clamps gripped my nipples, small weights dangling with every subtle twitch – a constant, silent reminder of my helplessness.
And deep between my thighs, the vibrator buzzed steadily, insistently, mercilessly. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
All I could do… was feel. And feel, I did – everything.