Bound Together - My Plaster Prison of Pleasure

Welcome to our world, where your surrender is my pleasure, and there’s no escape from the grip of my control. From the moment I step into the room, you already know your place—beneath me, encased in plaster, stripped of every ounce of freedom you thought you had. I wrap your body tightly, layer by layer, in thick, unyielding plaster that hardens with every passing second, trapping you in a prison of my making. You’re completely immobilized, every breath shallow as the material grips tighter, leaving you helpless, a mere statue at my mercy. I take my place on top of you, my eyes locked onto yours as I move in slow, calculated motions, grinding against you, feeling every inch of your trapped body beneath me. You’re powerless to do anything but take it, your cock throbbing in the rigid confines of the plaster. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the struggle of wanting to move, to thrust, but you’re stuck, locked in place by the very material that binds us together.