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feeling an urgent need to have a fistful of a boy's hair in my hand while i fuck into him for the first time, hearing his overwhelmed cries and panicked breathing when it goes so much deeper than he expected, telling him good boy, that's it, you can take it, baby <3

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Three Things No One Tells You About Being in a Vacbed

Recently, I finally finished a big DIY project: building a vacbed for Mistress’s dungeon. Neither of us had ever been in a vacbed before, but we’re sharing what we learned so you won’t be surprised to when you get to try a vacbed. (And you DEFINITELY want to try a vacbed.)

It’s even tighter that you think it’s going to be

Everyone says that a vacbed is the tightest rubber bondage you can feel, but hearing that line for years still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the experience.

As the vacuum is turned on, the sheets of the vacbed will start closing in on you. Soon, it puts soft pressure on every part of your body, a little like being buried in pillows. The pressure increases until you can’t move, and you think you’re now in the rubber bondage you dreamed of.

And then it gets tight.

The pressure keeps increasing, as the latex begins stretching itself over every crevice of your body. The flat sheets will stretch to find its way between your fingers, the crack between your arm and your body, and against every contour of your face. It will keep going until you’re completely sealed.

The tight latex of a vacbed isn’t the same as a form fitted catsuit or hood. The latex of a vacbed is simple, flat sheets. The tightness is the latex stretching to completely envelope you. The perfect outline you see of a vacbed “victim” is from the flat latex sheeting pressing against them so hard that it forces itself into their shape.

… And it can be even tighter if you wear latex underneath.

My second go-round with the vacbed, I wore some of my usual latex. This should have been obvious, but that the vacuum will suck out all all of the air in the vacbed then suck all of the air in your latex clothing as well. Effectively, you’re wearing a second vacuum-sealed layer, this one already tailored to your body.

Adding a second layer of rubber pushed the experience from “tight” to “intense”. The hood and catsuit increased the pressure of the bondage, but, it was an even pressure added all across my body.

This was an experience I wouldn’t do again for fun. Being squeezed like that really pushed my endurance, and I want to be able to stay stored in the vacbed for as long as possible.

The vacbed will leave marks

I didn’t expect the vacbed to leave marks. Where the two sheets of rubber met against my body, it left a distinct line of red pressure prickles. It makes sense – if you’re being compressed between two sheets of rubber, the minute space between them will be pinching you. The prickles don’t hurt, and they will fade in about two days, but they’re distinct enough that they will be asked about.

That same seam between the two sheets will also pull your hair. If you have long hair, consider packing a swim cap.

I lay on the bed next to Jenny still shaky and sore, my stomach ached from the violation and my eyes were stinging from the salty tears of shame, “Jenny, she hurt me, your mother, she hurt me” I whispered. “Yes and I lay up here not protecting or defending you, it’s for your own good, you deserved it” she quietly replied stroking my head gently. “Do you want to fuck?” Holding the key to my tight cage in front of my face she gently rested it on her stomach. I didn’t know how to respond, these situations sometimes led to sex and others to mind games. I unlatched myself from her body and looked at the key, lifting myself a little her breasts flexing her nipples erect and inviting, every inch of her drawing and seducing my mind. If I said yes it could be great but it might be far worse and sex always led to more control. Jenny looked at me smiling “There, right there, that’s where I want you, in fear, in lust, in no man’s land”, she took the key and unlocked my cage, knowing better than to touch I let her, as the cage slipped off my cock instantly got hard and my breathing shorter. “Tell me pet, what does a desperate cock like yours need the most, to be left aching and unfulfilled or to be slid into my juicy soft kitty hole?” I climbed slowly and knelt between her warm thighs my twitching cock resting its base on her soft warmth. “Patience my pet, tell me about your first memory, the first memory in the dorm at university” I looked at her pleadingly she made me do this, sometimes to tears always degrading me always humiliating me. “You left me tied to the bed” I paused, Jenny took hold of my member so tightly and then began to squeeze harder, enough to make me squirm inescapably rubbing me on her. “you put a sheet on the bed and told me if I could hold on all day we could fuck” “and what happened my pet” “your room-mate came home and found me tied and naked and she hurt me, she kept saying I deserved it, that I was worthless and disgusting, you knew she was going to find me, you left me at her mercy and she beat my cock and balls with a plimsol until I cried for her, that was what she wanted for me to cry and admit I was worthless” “There, good boy, now fill me and tell me what you are, tell me what I am, but don’t cum, not yet!”

I gently grasped her slender waist with one hand and guiding my ache pushed my cock slowly and carefully into her, her warm, soft, wet, pussy opened and engulfed me, sucked me in to the hilt, Jenny sighed and lifted her head to look me in the eyes. “I will ask again, do you want to fuck?” “yes Jenny I do, please” I pleaded “then tell me what you are” “worthless” I blurted out now desperate to pump her to suck her nipples, to please her and release my building pleasure. “Tell me what I am, if you get it right you can stroke, you can fuck me, if you get it wrong you will get to eat the pussy you won’t fuck tonight!” I didn’t know what to say, my orgasm depended on this one word. “say it, say what’s in your mind, I know what you have longed to say, what turns you on, what you want to call me, but dare you say it, you pitiful little boy, little boys like you need to be controlled, to be strap-on fucked, to be forced to eat off the floor, say it tell me what I am and you can fuck me to orgasm.” Jenny reached up and lifted my head, “you are coming back to Uni with me, you will be serving both of us, you belong in a fucking box at the foot of our beds, tell me what does that make me? Hmm?” She started to pull away, the word was on the tip of my tongue, I wanted desperately to fuck her to cum sweetly and deeply, in desperation I looked her in the eyes, pleading, begging her not to do this, it offended everything, all my sensibilities, but her muscles where slowly drawing away, I couldn’t go another night without release, but couldn’t say it.

Then the moment took me, I looked at her lithe body, knew I was beyond the edge, I said what she wanted to hear, I almost shouted it through gritted teeth, “I am worthless, I deserve all I get, my mind and body are for serving you, and you, are a bitch!” The moment the words left my mouth she pulled me deep, wrapped her legs around me and writhed under my pumping. She came almost instantly, I was one or two strokes behind her, the pull on my hair and the grip of her body draining me into her. As the moment began to subside Jenny pulled my head to her lips and whispered into my ear “I am going to punish you so hard for that, for calling me that, when we get back to Uni I am going to let Nix have your balls again and then display you and your cage to everyone! Was it worth it?” I looked up and smiled, then into her dark all consuming eyes came a look, one that filled my stomach with fear, she intended to do it….!

You were thinking a little too much about yourself ❤

@cuckqueansandbetasarepathetic, betas like me don't get the girl. We don't get sex. Rejection and Masturbation is all we deserve!

How long before you beg me to stop?