Ponyplay Can Be Useful!

Very nice StraightJacket, what a lucky laddie. Mental problems... Oh he was abducted! Nice.

Some Times I wish someone would abduct me... I don't think I have problems. Just a lovely master whou would take care of me. Hmm... Does that sound right. FukIt we all are a bit strange,,, Strangers in the Night exchanging glances... i should get out and about more, Maybe find him out there...Any Ideas?

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.



gimps daily training, I cannot have a drone around not being able to take all down its face cunt

Wow. That have to be an amazing experience 😍 I'm sure I would love this, too.

Storage a soundproof but when the door shuts they here the moans and struggling they try, even after a month still. they are kept in silence when they are out but still keep the hoods and gags. Whether it is for doing the cleaning, gardening and what the master wants done. No that is a hole, not quite solitary could save several on a prison cell this way.