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Bound by my Tendrils - captured, immobilised and fucked in the garden of your mind
You walk in the garden of mindlessness for one reason - to get caught.
You can pretend you're just taking in it's relaxing beauty, it's scent. But you're walking deeper, into the wilder parts, for a purpose... and when my tendrils start seeking you out, snaking along the ground towards you, you'll get what you wished for...
My tendrils seize you, binding you tight, exposed, and as you try to break them, there's more descending, entwining you. You feel them spreading, pulling your mind, vulnerable to me. The more you struggle, the more covered by those spiralling tendrils you become, immobilised. Squeezed into a smaller and smaller shape, until your cocooned in tendrils.
With the last glimmer of hope for escape, you tear away the tendrils and the trance begins to recede. But in an instant, your resistance is made futile by tendrils suspending you upside-down, wrapped once more, this time with the tendrils teasing your body, seeking to enter you. And once you begin to melt into pleasure, all thought of escape is extinguished.
Builds somewhat on Tendrils, as it uses the same themes!
CN: Resistance play. Suggestion to feel your fingers, arms and legs bound. To feel wrapped with tendrils holding you tight like a corset. To feel wraps around your neck (comforting but threatening). To feel cocooned. To feel suspended upside down. To feel teased and penetrated, in all your most erotic, sensitive places - nipples, between your legs, in your holes, your mouth. To feel your head massaged, then your mind's-mind penetrated for a pleasurable, deep, blank, empty, depersonalising trance. Gender neutral. Brought back at the end, feeling aroused.
You can pretend you're just taking in it's relaxing beauty, it's scent. But you're walking deeper, into the wilder parts, for a purpose... and when my tendrils start seeking you out, snaking along the ground towards you, you'll get what you wished for...
My tendrils seize you, binding you tight, exposed, and as you try to break them, there's more descending, entwining you. You feel them spreading, pulling your mind, vulnerable to me. The more you struggle, the more covered by those spiralling tendrils you become, immobilised. Squeezed into a smaller and smaller shape, until your cocooned in tendrils.
With the last glimmer of hope for escape, you tear away the tendrils and the trance begins to recede. But in an instant, your resistance is made futile by tendrils suspending you upside-down, wrapped once more, this time with the tendrils teasing your body, seeking to enter you. And once you begin to melt into pleasure, all thought of escape is extinguished.
Builds somewhat on Tendrils, as it uses the same themes!
CN: Resistance play. Suggestion to feel your fingers, arms and legs bound. To feel wrapped with tendrils holding you tight like a corset. To feel wraps around your neck (comforting but threatening). To feel cocooned. To feel suspended upside down. To feel teased and penetrated, in all your most erotic, sensitive places - nipples, between your legs, in your holes, your mouth. To feel your head massaged, then your mind's-mind penetrated for a pleasurable, deep, blank, empty, depersonalising trance. Gender neutral. Brought back at the end, feeling aroused.
You walk in the garden of mindlessness for one reason - to get caught.
You can pretend you're just taking in it's relaxing beauty, it's scent. But you're walking deeper, into the wilder parts, for a purpose... and when my tendrils start seeking you out, snaking along the ground towards you, you'll get what you wished for...
My tendrils seize you, binding you tight, exposed, and as you try to break them, there's more descending, entwining you. You feel them spreading, pulling your mind, vulnerable to me. The more you struggle, the more covered by those spiralling tendrils you become, immobilised. Squeezed into a smaller and smaller shape, until your cocooned in tendrils.
With the last glimmer of hope for escape, you tear away the tendrils and the trance begins to recede. But in an instant, your resistance is made futile by tendrils suspending you upside-down, wrapped once more, this time with the tendrils teasing your body, seeking to enter you. And once you begin to melt into pleasure, all thought of escape is extinguished.
Builds somewhat on Tendrils, as it uses the same themes!
CN: Resistance play. Suggestion to feel your fingers, arms and legs bound. To feel wrapped with tendrils holding you tight like a corset. To feel wraps around your neck (comforting but threatening). To feel cocooned. To feel suspended upside down. To feel teased and penetrated, in all your most erotic, sensitive places - nipples, between your legs, in your holes, your mouth. To feel your head massaged, then your mind's-mind penetrated for a pleasurable, deep, blank, empty, depersonalising trance. Gender neutral. Brought back at the end, feeling aroused.
You can pretend you're just taking in it's relaxing beauty, it's scent. But you're walking deeper, into the wilder parts, for a purpose... and when my tendrils start seeking you out, snaking along the ground towards you, you'll get what you wished for...
My tendrils seize you, binding you tight, exposed, and as you try to break them, there's more descending, entwining you. You feel them spreading, pulling your mind, vulnerable to me. The more you struggle, the more covered by those spiralling tendrils you become, immobilised. Squeezed into a smaller and smaller shape, until your cocooned in tendrils.
With the last glimmer of hope for escape, you tear away the tendrils and the trance begins to recede. But in an instant, your resistance is made futile by tendrils suspending you upside-down, wrapped once more, this time with the tendrils teasing your body, seeking to enter you. And once you begin to melt into pleasure, all thought of escape is extinguished.
Builds somewhat on Tendrils, as it uses the same themes!
CN: Resistance play. Suggestion to feel your fingers, arms and legs bound. To feel wrapped with tendrils holding you tight like a corset. To feel wraps around your neck (comforting but threatening). To feel cocooned. To feel suspended upside down. To feel teased and penetrated, in all your most erotic, sensitive places - nipples, between your legs, in your holes, your mouth. To feel your head massaged, then your mind's-mind penetrated for a pleasurable, deep, blank, empty, depersonalising trance. Gender neutral. Brought back at the end, feeling aroused.
