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Stepping into the building, I couldn't help but notice the air of youthful energy that surrounded me. The walls echoed with laughter and the sound of vibrant conversation drifted through the corridors. It was a world I had never been a part of before, but little did these girls know, I had my own agenda.
As I pushed my cleaning cart through the hallway, the glimmer of my shiny black trash bags caught my eye. They hung there, like predators patiently waiting for their next prey. My mind began to wander, envisioning the secrets that lay hidden within those bags. How satisfying it would be to fill them with the treasures of these young girls. It was a scheme that seemed all too easy to pull off, an opportunity too tempting to pass up.
Luck was on my side that day, as I encountered two lovely young ladies who, surprisingly, were more than willing to grant me access to their room. Little did they suspect the ulterior motive behind my seemingly innocent intentions. With each passing moment, my plan grew more concrete, my excitement building.
Quietly, I set about my task, meticulously tidying their room. But the image of those trash bags lurked in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the exhilarating finale that awaited me. Finally, the moment arrived. Two perfectly tied bags, bulging with the remnants of their world, now safely concealed within my cart. A secret stash, just waiting to be transported, hidden away in the trunk of my car.
As the day drew to a close, the thought of my victorious exploit filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. Cleaning up this dormitory building filled with young girls had become so much more than merely sweeping floors and emptying trash cans. It had become a thrilling adventure, a chance for me to indulge in a side of myself I never knew existed.
But as I loaded those bags into my car, a sliver of doubt weaved its way through my exhilaration. What was it about these young girls that had ignited such a twisted desire within me? What secrets lay within those bags that had captivated my imagination so fiercely? Only time would tell as I embarked on this dark journey, my heart racing with both anticipation and trepidation.
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WARNING ATTENTION
Total mummification and breath control is a risky practice.
Momification totale et le contrΓ΄le respiratoire sont des pratiques Γ risque.
Love to sleep in these
@biancabarbiebitch
Damn I want...
a gag, a sleeping bag and a weekend is what I need
Rubber boys are so much hotter when they're controlled π₯π₯π₯
Ellie's mother always told her never to open the door to a stranger. Because Ellie is a young girl, and she is literally 16 years old. When her mother left, she heard a knock on the door and went to open it, knowing that her mother had told her not to open the door. She opened the door and saw Fredwood standing on her porch. With a big black plastic bag with nothing in it, not even trash. Ellie invites Mr. Fredwood into the house, not knowing that he plans to tie her up, gag her, and stuff her into an empty bag as soon as the door to the house closes.
Didn't you say you could escape boy? I think you're not so sure now πππ
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Fabrics and scarves gave me a good inspiration this time
Satin smooth choking in hogtie rope bondage (breath play)
Very tasty mummification π
