083. Vision-Blocking Sealed Confinement Bondage Sex! The Mistress Trapped in the Bag Gets Treated Like an Object by Her Slave and Cries from Happiness.
Complete darkness.
Inside the case, designed to immobilize its occupant utterly and without mercy, Sylvia pictured her beloved slave's face. She was stark naked within the bag, not a scrap of cloth on her. Locked in the excruciating "human toilet" pose, she was squeezed tight by the unyielding internal material, with no gaps or give whatsoever. Even the mightiest witch couldn't escape this airtight seal. All she could do was barely part her lips to breathe.
Even that breath came labored, her slender neck compressed by the material that had once been soft and pliant but now hardened like stone. "Haaak... Haaat...."
She couldn't see a thing. She couldn't do a thing. That fact alone drove Sylvia to ecstatic madness.
The only sounds in her ears were the lewd squelches from her filthy holes as they twitched and slurped obscenely. She gulped down the bare minimum of oxygen supplied by some magical device in the case—just enough to keep her alive—and savored the pitch-black confinement.
Squelch...
"Nngiiit...♡!"
Sylvia grinned at the sudden lewd moan that escaped her lips unbidden. Her face twisted in agony, but her mouth curved into a mischievous smile that didn't match. She felt the vivid presence in her piss hole—the rugged urethral beads shoved all the way into her bladder.
Her narrow urethra squirmed like it had a mind of its own, begging 'Take it out, take it out, I wanna get rid of it~'. It was suffocating, sure, but in her utterly helpless state, Sylvia couldn't even twitch a millimeter. No way she could pull the beads out herself.
Dizzying pleasure invaded her flesh. She couldn't escape; she just had to take it. Her masochistic instincts boiled over relentlessly.
Every time the bag swayed, the beads jammed in her piss hole rattled along with it. The motion was minuscule, but to her hypersensitive clit root, the bumpy beads' tiny shifts ground and crushed with crushing intensity, stealing her breath in waves of despairing ecstasy.
"Hhyaaait...♡ Uguuu...♡ I can't move at allll...♡ What do I dooo...♡"
Sylvia grunted and strained her body in a fake escape attempt. Predictably futile—just a ploy to wear herself out and make breathing even harder. But the contrived struggle backfired spectacularly.
The twin dildos rammed into her ass and pussy—long, thick replicas molded from her slave's erect cock—were squeezed alternately by her clenching holes, driving her to climax. They were buried deep enough to lift her womb.
Splurt...! Spluuurt...! Spuuuurt...!!
When her ass clenched around its dildo, kneading up to her womb's depths, her pussy responded by gnawing greedily on its own invader. Unlike living cockflesh, the rigid fakes didn't yield no matter how hard she squeezed; they stayed relentlessly thick.
Her dumb, brainless pussy, embracing the lifeless shaft, contracted fiercely, blending agony and bliss. Like a suckling babe demanding milk, it slurped greedily at the dildo's glans battering her cervix.
Sylvia came again and again. Her clit root scraped raw inside her urethra mid-orgasm, then her pussy peaked. Her ass followed suit. One hole climaxing dragged the others along. It was like her pleasure centers were glitching out.
In the violent storm of mind-shattering orgasms, Sylvia could only think of the slave holding her—the source of it all.
I love you...♡ My slave, it hurts so gooood...♡ Get your Mistress out...♡ I love youuu...♡ Hold me when you let me out...♡ I love you so muuuch...♡ Save me...♡
As Mistress, Sylvia never voiced such submission aloud. She just chanted it inwardly, deep in her soul, craving that filthy thrill.
In the orgasmic hell where her breath hitched and her body quaked, her hazy mind reflexively screamed her love for her slave—just as she'd conditioned herself. Each time made her happier.
A Mistress trapped in a case? Seemingly humiliating, shameful—but the picture of a proper master-slave dynamic. Reveling in her sadomasochistic pleasure, her heart swelled with affection for her slave.
Powerless, unable to lift a finger, her empty mind looped the same thought: I love him. Inevitably, love overflowed.
Squeak! Squeak!
Her body couldn't budge outside, but inside, it thrashed wildly. Endless chain-orgasms twisted her muscles to the brink; her breaths came ragged, heart pounding furiously. But hotter, fiercer than her heartbeat was the pulsing in her lower belly—her womb, the slut's core symbol.
Yet she'd cum too much; her consciousness flickered in emergency mode. Dizzying peaks layered atop each other, her breaths thinning to near-death gasps.
In death's dark throes, she thought only of her slave. Zing. Zing. Chills of terror or rapture raced up her spine, over and over. Her body sparked like a broken machine, cumming endlessly. Dozens, hundreds of times. Her maso-pussy peaking at will.
Sylvia felt like she'd transcended time. "Hak.... Haak... Hyaaak...."
Tears streamed down her cheeks; her slack, drooling mouth gaped. Her pretty, delicate face was a wreck. The horrific orgasm hell finally eased.
A throbbing line from spine to brain; her heart felt clutched in a fist. That pain made Sylvia happy. Being treated so harshly, stripped of all freedom, ravaged mercilessly—it was bliss.
Yielding her body's ownership not to anyone else, but her own slave, getting wrecked by him—it felt like a dream.
How much time had passed? How many orgasms? Sylvia shoved aside the needless questions bubbling in her boiling mind. Her only task: cling to fading consciousness. Chant her love like habit. A cute, stupid thought from her melted brain.
If Sylvia had one gripe, it was that her pussy's squirting felt unsatisfying compared to the lightning-bolt climaxes. Her tiny, clogged holes, plugged tight by blunt tools—unfixable.
Normally, when she came, her pussy clenched fast, expelling the rod and gushing psshh-psshh. A living cock, even huge, yielded to her squeezes, pulsing in sync to cum together. But these lifeless rods ignored her, staying rigid. Frustrating enough to cry.
Tears welled; she wanted to beg her slave to loosen her up. But she held back. This stifled fullness was pleasure too. Pride as a self-tormenting Mistress. Begging only at the limit—that was the rule.
Even in this sealed-confinement forced-orgasm hell, drenched in her own fluids, thinking of her slave warmed her heart. A weak boy like him must worry about stuffing his Mistress in a cramped bag, so he'd shown consideration: after dropping her into endless peaks, not a word to heighten her fear and anxiety.
Unable to sense the outside, climaxing blindly—realizing his care made her love him more. A slave with short tenure, yet eagerly granting such brutal requests. The subtle swaying during their walk, teasing all three holes.
It was too good. Uwaang...♡ Uu...♡ Can't... breathe...♡ It huuuurts...♡
Her pussy kept squirting endlessly, unrelenting. Tidal waves of cum and nectar backed up, unable to escape the blockages. Weepy-faced, enduring this agonizing tenderness—surely because it was him, no one else, Sylvia thought.
Ages later, with a pop, cool outside air hit her sticky crotch. Her slave had unscrewed the pussy-lid sealing her three holes.
"Hiiiii... Hhuuuiii...."
She tried to speak, but her tongue wouldn't cooperate. She couldn't even recall what she wanted to say. Drugged, maybe. Unable to talk properly—embarrassing, as always, her frail pussy's fault.
In her hazy mind, she grasped for excuses. Virgin no more, but still a sex newbie. First time in confinement; a few more and she'd adapt. That's what she meant to say—
"Hiiit♡!? Kkhiit...♡!"
Squelch! Squelch!
Her slave tried yanking the lid with its embedded dildos, but after the orgasm marathon, her idiot pussy wouldn't release—clamping ass, pussy, and urethra tight.
"Nnghiiiiii────♡♡♡!!!"
Her merciless slave yanked harder. Flesh tearing free. Brain went white in vertigo. Unthinkingly, tears burst as she came.
If she could move her head, her neck would've snapped back. She admired his resolve.
"U, uwaaah...♡"
Only her gaping holes exposed, still trapped in the bag. Her skin shivered. Holes drooled thick, clear fluids—he pure bliss, not waste. But to a guy, filthy all the same.
Her slave was exceptionally lenient with girl-pussies. Normally he'd finger her sloppy, flapping hole—but this time, no touch; straight to cramming his live cock in.
"Hgyaaat♡♡ Slave cock... Real cockkk...♡"
Feeling treated like a dirty pussy stung her chest—but she loved it. Nah, impossible. He was soothing his pitiful Mistress ASAP. That realization warmed her chest to a glow, spreading heat body-wide. Her moans turned sugary sweet.
"Haaang...♡ Hak... Haak... Hwaaaang...♡"
The meaty girth filling her tight entrance—unforgettable, her one-and-only custom cock. Her matching custom pussy yielded with wet squelches. Every detail stroked her maso kink.
Huuung♡ Being treated like an object...♡
Vision blocked, confined, lightened for portability—Sylvia could barely stay sane. Especially with her slave's rough pistoning...
To avoid blacking out, she focused on the lewd squelches. Nothing else to do. But hearing her own slutty pussy noises was a mistake. Fiercer climax hit; she psshh-psshh squirted tides of nectar.
Pshuuuk- Pshuuush─! Pshuuuush──!!
"Hwaaaang♡!! Hiiik♡! Hhyaaaa...♡"
Panting hard, Sylvia. Mid-climax, her pussy clenched to evict the slave cock—but it battered her womb in defiance. Good or bad? Her squeezing forced him to cum deep in her orgasming hole.
Despairing orgasm barrage began. "Hya, hwaaang♡ Not now, no, not yeeet...! U... Hii...iiiit♡♡♡!!"
Ignoring her, he glued his glans to her cervix and pumped thick ropes. Sylvia's pussy auto-climaxed on his creampie—inescapable promise.
Not just any creampie: cervix-sealed direct injection. Her premature-ejaculating trash-pussy felt like someone torching each brain vessel. New peak in her orgasming hole; breath failed.
Fresh from squirting, her pussy erupted harder pshuuuk-pshuuuk. Relentless jets burned her piss hole. Chest wrung in climax agony, Sylvia finally sobbed.
Orgasms hurt. Her fleeting thought. Like torture—but she wept joyfully. Born maso bitch.
On the verge of blackout, Sylvia mustered one last whisper, yearning for her slave. "Huuu...... I loooove... you♡"