I Had To Reblog...

Hell yes

layered up in leather and nylon sleep sacks.

Stepping into the building, I couldn't help but notice the air of youthful energy that surrounded me. The walls echoed with laughter and the sound of vibrant conversation drifted through the corridors. It was a world I had never been a part of before, but little did these girls know, I had my own agenda.

As I pushed my cleaning cart through the hallway, the glimmer of my shiny black trash bags caught my eye. They hung there, like predators patiently waiting for their next prey. My mind began to wander, envisioning the secrets that lay hidden within those bags. How satisfying it would be to fill them with the treasures of these young girls. It was a scheme that seemed all too easy to pull off, an opportunity too tempting to pass up.

Luck was on my side that day, as I encountered two lovely young ladies who, surprisingly, were more than willing to grant me access to their room. Little did they suspect the ulterior motive behind my seemingly innocent intentions. With each passing moment, my plan grew more concrete, my excitement building.

Quietly, I set about my task, meticulously tidying their room. But the image of those trash bags lurked in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the exhilarating finale that awaited me. Finally, the moment arrived. Two perfectly tied bags, bulging with the remnants of their world, now safely concealed within my cart. A secret stash, just waiting to be transported, hidden away in the trunk of my car.

As the day drew to a close, the thought of my victorious exploit filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. Cleaning up this dormitory building filled with young girls had become so much more than merely sweeping floors and emptying trash cans. It had become a thrilling adventure, a chance for me to indulge in a side of myself I never knew existed.

But as I loaded those bags into my car, a sliver of doubt weaved its way through my exhilaration. What was it about these young girls that had ignited such a twisted desire within me? What secrets lay within those bags that had captivated my imagination so fiercely? Only time would tell as I embarked on this dark journey, my heart racing with both anticipation and trepidation.



Fabrics and scarves gave me a good inspiration this time

Satin smooth choking in hogtie rope bondage (breath play)

So beautiful

This faggot gimps dream come true if any Master can help it with this

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Blasmaultraining genial. Ein Sklavenmaul sollte ohnehin ständig gestopft sein entweder wie hier oder mlit einem Knebel oder mit einem Schwanz