![]() Back then, they spoke in words and phrases that made no sense. Voices were talking to her in her head, loud sounds she could do nothing about overpowering her own thoughts. At first it had terrified her, even if she was used to long-term bondage and isolation as her mistress’s slave. With only the sounds keeping her company being her breathing and her heartbeat, she had long since started hallucinating. After all, with the latex catsuit that served as the first layer of her bondage handling her waste and keeping her clean, there was no reason to check up on her. And while there was nothing blocking her eyesight, she couldn’t make anything out in the pitch black of her cell, and nobody had opened the door and visited her since she was first placed down there. With how much the padding that lined the inside of the shell containing her was inflated, even breathing was difficult. Why did it have to be latex? That was a question Liz often asked herself in her isolation.īound in a straitjacket, mummified, sacked, and restrained in some wonderful hybrid of sarcophagus and chair, Liz could barely move a muscle. She was just miserable, stewing in her sweat from the multiple layers of heavy bondage, and constantly wishing for her imprisonment to end. But she couldn’t get herself even the slightest bit horny. She loved the isolation and the immobility and wanted nothing more but to melt away into the bliss of perfect bondage. Instead, she was immobilized, isolated, and forced to endure the feel of her least favorite material ever.īondage of this caliber was something she always dreamed of in her darkest fantasies. Soon after she had been locked away, she had started to hope that eventually, she would learn to enjoy it and could finally live her fantasy of being locked away and forgotten, but that moment never came. Or was it former mistress now? She hated its artificial touch and the way it stuck to her skin. She still hated it as much as she had the day her mistress Elena had taken her in. In all that time, Liz had never gotten used to the touch of latex. How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell. ![]() At first, she tried counting the number of meals she had been fed, back when she had more hope about getting out, but she had lost count a long time ago. In complete isolation, the sense of time and space was the first things to go. ![]() When using a search engine such as Google, Bing or Yahoo check the safe search settings where you can exclude adult content sites from your search results Īsk your internet service provider if they offer additional filters īe responsible, know what your children are doing online.Liz had no idea how long she had been trapped in the 17th basement of the JF Institute. Use family filters of your operating systems and/or browsers Other steps you can take to protect your children are: More information about the RTA Label and compatible services can be found here. Parental tools that are compatible with the RTA label will block access to this site. We use the "Restricted To Adults" (RTA) website label to better enable parental filtering. Protect your children from adult content and block access to this site by using parental controls. PARENTS, PLEASE BE ADVISED: If you are a parent, it is your responsibility to keep any age-restricted content from being displayed to your children or wards. Furthermore, you represent and warrant that you will not allow any minor access to this site or services. This website should only be accessed if you are at least 18 years old or of legal age to view such material in your local jurisdiction, whichever is greater. You are about to enter a website that contains explicit material (pornography).
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