{"id":365,"date":"2023-07-23T01:56:27","date_gmt":"2023-07-23T01:56:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/femdomworld.org\/index.php\/2023\/07\/23\/forever-capriccio\/"},"modified":"2023-07-23T01:56:27","modified_gmt":"2023-07-23T01:56:27","slug":"forever-capriccio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/femdomworld.org\/index.php\/2023\/07\/23\/forever-capriccio\/","title":{"rendered":"Forever Capriccio"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author: prretyfoot<\/strong>
\nWord count: 21256<\/strong>
\nThe wall clock in the room was ticking, but there was no other sound in the room, because there was only
\nI’m alone, and I’m the way I am now and no sound can make it out – I’m being smacked
\ntied tightly, naked, the hemp rope was tightly strung on the snow-white skin, and the mouth ball was stuffed in the mouth.
\nThe water quietly flowed down the cheeks to the quilt on the ground.<\/p>\n

There is no furniture or bed in this room. The floor is covered with quilts, blankets and pillows, which are thickly spread.
\nThere are several layers, soft and soft, as long as you lie down, you can sleep no matter where you drill. the house is small, big
\nIt is only about ten square meters, with four white floors and no windows. On one of the walls, nailed a thin long
\nA long iron chain, and the other end of the chain is locked with a dog ring tied around my neck. There is a door on the other wall,
\nBut I never touch that door, I never go out. This room is all I have, and I am
\nbelongs to my master.<\/p>\n

I’m waiting for the master to come back. Master, who is also my sister, twins born at the same time as me
\nsisters.<\/p>\n

Looking at the watch, I know the master is coming back soon. My sister seems to be working as a nurse in some hospital.
\nAfter leaving work, I never delay outside, and I don’t have a boyfriend. I always go home immediately, and return to this imprisoned,
\nBreeding my “home”.<\/p>\n

I live here every day. When did my sister become my “master”? \u2026\u2026already
\nI have forgotten, since when did we live here? I don’t know… It seems that I have lived here for seven or eight years
\nIt’s been a year, but it seems like it’s only been three or five weeks. What is this place? … my sister once said,
\nIt’s a basement at home, I can’t remember the rest clearly. But it doesn’t matter, I won’t be here anyway
\ngo outside. I have nothing to do with anything but the master.<\/p>\n

The master hasn’t returned yet. Waiting for the master to come home is one of my daily homework. It’s also the loneliest day
\nEvery morning before going out, the master would tie me up firmly, using various methods of binding.
\nlike this, sometimes with clothes on, sometimes naked, sometimes with legs together, sometimes with legs wide apart
\n, and other times, stuff a vibrator or two full in my vagina, anus, full of batteries
\n, it lasts a whole day, and when my sister comes back, I have passed out in the orgasm so many times, kinky
\nThe water flow fully soaked the two layers of quilts under his body.<\/p>\n

Today, even though the legs are tied in an “M” shape in a very ordinary way, nothing is inserted into the pussy.
\ns things. But when the master went out in the morning, he once poured me two full cups of urine mixed with the master’s urine.
\nOrange juice, the master also smiled and told me to wait for her to come back before peeing in front of her, and said, if
\nWhen I came back, the quilt under the ground made me pee wet,Next time, let me give her an enema and wait for her.<\/p>\n

After being enema, the feeling of being tied up and waiting for a day is really unbearable. Enema is a very comfortable thing
\nSon, although my sister and I like it very much and do it almost every day, but if we hold it for a long time, it will be different
\nThe pain in my stomach seems to be torn, the anus bears the huge pressure in the lower abdomen, and the muscles are sore and numb.
\nLost consciousness.<\/p>\n

We only did this once, and on that day, I put a plug in my anus. If my sister hadn’t come back
\nIt was so early in the morning, I was in so much pain that I almost wished I could bite my tongue and kill myself. Since then, this “long-term enema” has become
\nIt was a “torture” when the master wanted to punish me.<\/p>\n

Today is not an enema, but holding back urine.<\/p>\n

I drank two glasses of water in my stomach. It was fine in the morning, but at noon, the urge to urinate rushed up, and I endured it until
\nIn the afternoon, I just felt that the bladder was full of urine and bulging, as if a ball had been stuffed into my stomach.
\nCome on, the opening of the urethra is red and twitching uncontrollably. All the strength of the whole body is used on the lower abdomen, and the one who wants to rush out
\nThe urine outside the body resisted, the teeth were clenched tightly, the pale cherry lips were trembling, and the sweat was flowing all over the body.
\nstop.<\/p>\n

Silently counting the time, knowing that my sister is coming back, victory is in sight, I keep giving myself
\nCheer yourself up.<\/p>\n

Finally, the master came back. A series of hurried footsteps came from the door, and they were running downstairs.
\nThe sound of time, from far to near. This sound is what I am most familiar with and most looking forward to every day. With the coming of this sound,
\nThe master’s ravaging and doting on me for a day is about to begin again…<\/p>\n

With a click, the door opened. The master is bathed in my expectant and admiring eyes, smiling
\nwalked in.<\/p>\n

This is my master, my younger sister, a girl in the Mood for Love at the age of nineteen (of course my age is also
\nThe same) full of youthful breath, really natural beauty, beautiful, with a face of delicate features, will never
\nLost to any female star, thin eyebrows like willow leaves, small mouth like cherry, fair skin, crystal clear,
\nSoft and creamy, big and bright eyes, watery, like two shining gems, slim figure, slim
\nThe strips are slender.<\/p>\n

After the master came in, he turned around and closed the door. He looked at the people who were tied there motionless, lying quietly on the ground.
\nSeeing me, I was sweating profusely, with a pleading look on my face. I couldn’t help laughing.<\/p>\n

“Little darling, are you honestly waiting for me today?”<\/p>\n

“…Woo…Woo…um…um…”<\/p>\n

I hummed reluctantly, and I could only squeeze out a few simple groans from my small mouth stuffed with gags.<\/p>\n

The master smiled and looked at me for a while, knowing that I couldn’t bear it anymore.<\/p>\n

“Good sister, wait a little longer, I’ll be right here!”<\/p>\n

After finishing speaking, the master began to unbutton his body, and took off his clothes in two or three strokes.<\/p>\n

The master called me “sister” since I was a child. After becoming my master, he is still very affectionate “sister, sister”
\ncall no
\n

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