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reina's diary entry prior to the fitting of the "punishment gear"

bathroom privilege revoked: chapter one is on ⭐️. consider supporting me to see all 8 pages!
tags: permanent body modification, and bathroom control, chastity

1/4 Inside the big reception hall, the party was in full swing. The guests seemed to be having quite some fun, some dancing, eating with abandon, or even sharing some private, intimate time in the small alcoves behind the purple curtains, while some others were chatting, sometimes discreetly discussing important matters. Each face was hidden behind a mask, from simple white domino masks to impressive, bejeweled work of arts featuring feathers and intricate gold or silver patterns. A group of musicians was playing on the stage, never taking a single break. There was not a even a single wrong note, not a flaw, in spite of the heavy metal balls that were entirely covering their heads and preventing them from seeing anything, or the chains at their feet. They would continue to play perfectly until they wouldn't be needed anymore. A few meters up from the ground, at the center of the room, was a single iron swing, held by sturdy chains attached to the ceiling. The metal bar had a vertical part in the center, made of round, ball-like protrusions larger than fists. Only two were visible, the top one bigger and covered slightly dulled spikes. There were some more, but those were plunged deep inside the anus of the captive that was squatting on top of the swing. By the noticeable bulging of the man's belly, it was obvious that there were many more of those iron protrusions. While his face was covered like the rest of the guests, his body was naked, completely exposed. He was clearly humanoid but had pale grey skin, a long, flexible tail with a few bright red feathers at the tip, and his feet were more reminiscent of a bird's, darker in colour with long, squamous toes, and orange talons that looked like they could disembowel a person. Large, cross-shaped scarifications were marking his legs and torso, and his shoulders sported black tattoos of chains in a loop.

2/4 The poor man wasn't very tall, maybe only 160 or 165 centimeters, but the deadly claws, the scars and his athletic body were quite enough to make him look impressive, or at least they would have been enough if he hadn't been in such a predicament. Long leather belts were holding the prisoner's legs bent, forcing him to keep squatting on his swing, sitting on what was essentially a massive, bulbous metal dildo. His arms, amputated above the elbows, ended with metal loops that were directly connected to some links of the swing's chains, all of this preventing him from standing up and easing the pain of his stretched ring. His long, thin tail was hanging from the metal bar, almost lazily, although on closer look one could notice that a small rope was tying it firmly so it couldn't completely unfurl and reach the guests. A metal chastity cage was painfully squishing the captive's cock, its ring so tight that his balls were turning slightly purple. It was completely flat in the front, leaving only three centimeters at best for the penis to fit in, and there was a small hole that had what looked like a screw decorated with a pearl on top going through it. It wasn't screwed all the way inside, but not much imagination was needed to realize that the other end of the thing was very likely plunged into the poor creature's urethra. The high priest of the cult had requested for that man to be displayed there. As a warning. The assassination attempt had been a failure, and while the ones who ordered it hadn't been found yet, the assassin had been stopped, caught, and exposed for everyone to see like a mere trophy.

3/4 The priest's twisted sense of humour made him choose what he deemed a fitting punishment for the Tiefling criminal, taking his avian-like body features as an excuse to present him like some grotesque bird by using the metal swing, but also covering his head with a feathered, padded, thick leather hood that was reminiscent of falconry hoods, with a fitting posture collar to keep the man's head up and straight. He had caught a bird of prey and was quite proud of showing how he had domesticated it. Without the music and the guests's voices, maybe his voice could be heard. Furious growls, pained cries or pathetic moans, whichever sound he was making, they were no different anyway with how muffled anything coming from him sounded under the thick hood, and what was very likely a large gag underneath, with its round outline being slightly visible from outside the leather prison. There was no need for sound to know how terrible his predicament was, though, as his body language was demonstrating quite enough: He'd often struggle, trying to move, his muscles suddenly tensing before he'd try to get up, pulling hard against his leather straps, bucking and shaking in all directions while his perch would start swinging, attracting more attention from the guests below. None of his struggles ended up making his restraints budge, and he would end up panting, spent, even weaker than after the previous attempt. Clearly exhausted, his escape attempts had become scarcer, soon replaced by uncontrollable spasms and jolts, sweat dripping down his grey skin.

4/4 The leather hood only had small, narrow openings in front of his nose, with long tubes going through his nostrils for him to breath through, effectively making any effort more taxing than it should by limiting his oxygen intake. When fighting became too hard for his exhausted body, he regularly started to shift his position, his long clawed toes clumsily trying to move over the metal bar as if it could ease his discomfort, but there was no way for him to lift his ass enough to ease the pressure he could feel inside his iron-stuffed bowels. Sometimes, some guests would look up when he'd try to shift position, some even starting to bet if he would end up slipping and stuffed with the entire dildo in the process. The party was only going to last until the next morning, and no one knew if the high priest's new pet bird was going to be moved somewhere else, or if he was to become a permanent addition to the reception all. And no one really dared to ask.

Most of time when I join a new tabletop rpg campaign I have to make sure my character would be enjoyable to fuck up in my art.
Main reason is that roleplay in general tends to fuel my drawing motivation.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #bondage #chastity #sounding #bondage #sensory_deprivation #petplay

you open the book. the pages are worn with use, crowded with polaroids, loose notes, and sketches taped between neat handwriting. after a moment’s hesitation, you stop on an entry and begin to read.
(10rt: page 1 unlocked | full entry on⭐️)

Hehehe

the estate hallways have some fun booths.

Adding some rpg mechanics on top of a post-TF pic like this cranks up my horniness to stupid levels.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #sensory_deprivation #dollification #transformation #zentai #faceless #nullification

This is AMAZING!!

1/4 Inside the big reception hall, the party was in full swing. The guests seemed to be having quite some fun, some dancing, eating with abandon, or even sharing some private, intimate time in the small alcoves behind the purple curtains, while some others were chatting, sometimes discreetly discussing important matters. Each face was hidden behind a mask, from simple white domino masks to impressive, bejeweled work of arts featuring feathers and intricate gold or silver patterns. A group of musicians was playing on the stage, never taking a single break. There was not a even a single wrong note, not a flaw, in spite of the heavy metal balls that were entirely covering their heads and preventing them from seeing anything, or the chains at their feet. They would continue to play perfectly until they wouldn't be needed anymore. A few meters up from the ground, at the center of the room, was a single iron swing, held by sturdy chains attached to the ceiling. The metal bar had a vertical part in the center, made of round, ball-like protrusions larger than fists. Only two were visible, the top one bigger and covered slightly dulled spikes. There were some more, but those were plunged deep inside the anus of the captive that was squatting on top of the swing. By the noticeable bulging of the man's belly, it was obvious that there were many more of those iron protrusions. While his face was covered like the rest of the guests, his body was naked, completely exposed. He was clearly humanoid but had pale grey skin, a long, flexible tail with a few bright red feathers at the tip, and his feet were more reminiscent of a bird's, darker in colour with long, squamous toes, and orange talons that looked like they could disembowel a person. Large, cross-shaped scarifications were marking his legs and torso, and his shoulders sported black tattoos of chains in a loop.

2/4 The poor man wasn't very tall, maybe only 160 or 165 centimeters, but the deadly claws, the scars and his athletic body were quite enough to make him look impressive, or at least they would have been enough if he hadn't been in such a predicament. Long leather belts were holding the prisoner's legs bent, forcing him to keep squatting on his swing, sitting on what was essentially a massive, bulbous metal dildo. His arms, amputated above the elbows, ended with metal loops that were directly connected to some links of the swing's chains, all of this preventing him from standing up and easing the pain of his stretched ring. His long, thin tail was hanging from the metal bar, almost lazily, although on closer look one could notice that a small rope was tying it firmly so it couldn't completely unfurl and reach the guests. A metal chastity cage was painfully squishing the captive's cock, its ring so tight that his balls were turning slightly purple. It was completely flat in the front, leaving only three centimeters at best for the penis to fit in, and there was a small hole that had what looked like a screw decorated with a pearl on top going through it. It wasn't screwed all the way inside, but not much imagination was needed to realize that the other end of the thing was very likely plunged into the poor creature's urethra. The high priest of the cult had requested for that man to be displayed there. As a warning. The assassination attempt had been a failure, and while the ones who ordered it hadn't been found yet, the assassin had been stopped, caught, and exposed for everyone to see like a mere trophy.

3/4 The priest's twisted sense of humour made him choose what he deemed a fitting punishment for the Tiefling criminal, taking his avian-like body features as an excuse to present him like some grotesque bird by using the metal swing, but also covering his head with a feathered, padded, thick leather hood that was reminiscent of falconry hoods, with a fitting posture collar to keep the man's head up and straight. He had caught a bird of prey and was quite proud of showing how he had domesticated it. Without the music and the guests's voices, maybe his voice could be heard. Furious growls, pained cries or pathetic moans, whichever sound he was making, they were no different anyway with how muffled anything coming from him sounded under the thick hood, and what was very likely a large gag underneath, with its round outline being slightly visible from outside the leather prison. There was no need for sound to know how terrible his predicament was, though, as his body language was demonstrating quite enough: He'd often struggle, trying to move, his muscles suddenly tensing before he'd try to get up, pulling hard against his leather straps, bucking and shaking in all directions while his perch would start swinging, attracting more attention from the guests below. None of his struggles ended up making his restraints budge, and he would end up panting, spent, even weaker than after the previous attempt. Clearly exhausted, his escape attempts had become scarcer, soon replaced by uncontrollable spasms and jolts, sweat dripping down his grey skin.

4/4 The leather hood only had small, narrow openings in front of his nose, with long tubes going through his nostrils for him to breath through, effectively making any effort more taxing than it should by limiting his oxygen intake. When fighting became too hard for his exhausted body, he regularly started to shift his position, his long clawed toes clumsily trying to move over the metal bar as if it could ease his discomfort, but there was no way for him to lift his ass enough to ease the pressure he could feel inside his iron-stuffed bowels. Sometimes, some guests would look up when he'd try to shift position, some even starting to bet if he would end up slipping and stuffed with the entire dildo in the process. The party was only going to last until the next morning, and no one knew if the high priest's new pet bird was going to be moved somewhere else, or if he was to become a permanent addition to the reception all. And no one really dared to ask.

The story is too long for bsky's alt text so I had to post it in 4 parts (the 4th pic is just there for the last part of the text).

If you're on FurAffinity, I posted it there in text format, link below.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #bondage #chastity #sounding #bondage #sensory_deprivation #petplay

I can’t dm you… I think you have to follow me back 🤪

Got Milk? Moo! 🐮 🔒

So good

So good!!

I’ve always wanted to try hypnosis!!

So fucking horny

you get your drinks from the bar when something catches your eye. a pink notebook stamped in gold: "reina’s diary".
as you draw closer, you notice a scattering of polaroids. images show a blindfolded man being used and undone.
do you walk away, or do you open the book?

🖤every 10rt unlocks a page🖤

Is this your card? ♠️

The MIR Rubber Social at MAL starts tonight 8pm-11pm ET at Hyatt Congressional A

The truth is, I think flexibility is hot as fuck.

#oblatio #injustice #tiefling

Yahoo!!

The horny is slowly coming back to me.

#injustice #oblatio #dubcon #size_difference #facial

new series in the works.

Love the “squiiish” 😆

a man

year of the horse

Where can I get them?

How well do they work?

Wowzers!!

So hot!!