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Wanderers: A brief description. (Public Post)
🕑 Added 2023-06-14 16:30:00 +0000 UTCThere are three different tiers for punishments at The Main Hall at The Mirror. Offenses would grant you either a low, medium or high tier punishment.
Forced chastity, a milking session, a paddling; low tier. The Racks, being paraded through the halls, a long stay at The Vacbed Wall; medium tier.
But now... For the specially naughty subs and slaves at The Mews, there's the high tier punishments. And among them, probably the easiest one would be being turned into what the subs familiarly refer as A Wanderer.
Imagine: You're bound helpless with heavy restraints that would not allow you to use your arms in any way at all (In this sketch this particular boy is sporting an old concept, "The Straitsleeves". Neck forced upright for increased movement restriction. Forced chastity and plugged for good measure. And most of all... Sensory deprived. You can't see or hear a thing.
If you're thinking we have missed the gag you're oh so wrong. For you're gonna need your mouth to be of service. And you will be begging to service people soon enough, as you walk in the pitch black and absolute silence except for the sound of your voice and the low buzzing of the teasing endless vibrations, never enough to send you over the edge. You know servicing people would take from your term. But that's pretty much the whole extent of your knowledge. You don't know how long your term will be. You don't know how much is taken from it by servicing others. You don't know who's using you at the moment. You don't even know if the person you're servicing at the moment will count or if you have been dragged into some dark corner where no one is watching so this one won't count for your term reduction...
You can imagine tho. You can imagine if this are your friends giggling as they spank you while you're defenseless. You can imagine if the one you're servicing is the sub you took advantage of last week when the scales were in your favor. You can imagine if you're at some discreet corner of The Mews or if you're in the very center of The Main Hall with everyone looking at you.
But you don't know.
All you know is the non-stopping buzzing sending constant waves of never enough pleasure through your body, the aftertaste of whatever is leaking down your chin, the absolute void in between other humans touch, and the sound of your voice begging to be allowed to service, hoping at the same time that there is and there isn't someone listening.
Meanwhile, you just wander...
