Collared and strapped to a table in a dungeon. Domina and her assistant have some fun with you. This is a fun fantasy scriptfill. The author granted permission for this to be shared. His name will be added to this asap. Note: all of my role play audios give you a chance to be a character in a story if make believe. When the audio ends, the "story" ends and you go back to your life as it was.
Hello? Are you still in there? Here, let me take this blindfold off of you.
You've been in there a while. Do you even remember who you are? How you got here? I didn't think so.
No, oh no, there's nothing wrong with your eyes. It's just incredibly dark in here. It's honestly probably easier if you just close them.
Close your eyes. That's it. Just keep them closed and settle in.
Oh, you're definitely not going to be able to move, sweetie. Don't struggle. Don't struggle.
You're going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to escape. Let me help you relax. Just breathe, okay? Just breathe.
I'm right here in front of you. Slowly breathe in as I breathe out, okay? Ready? That's it.
Taste my sweet breath. Feel it fill your lungs. Now, breathe out as I breathe in.
Slowly. And now, breathe in as I breathe out. My recycled breath is heavy.
There's less oxygen than you're used to. Feel it calming you, relaxing you. You're becoming more a part of me with each breath, and that knowledge calms you.
Breathe out slowly. Breathe in while I breathe out. Blow that air out now and listen because we're going to do something different.
We are going to do more breathing. This time, count as you breathe. Breathe in now as I breathe out.
You need to breathe deeper. Hold it longer to get enough air. Now that we are sharing our breaths, count again as you breathe out.
Let's practice one last time. Breathe in as I breathe out. One, two, three, four, five.
Feel yourself filling up with me, filling up with calm, filling up with peace. Relax. Relax.
And breathe out. Counting. Slowly.
Breathe in as I breathe out. One, two, three, four, five. Relax.
And breathe out. Counting. Slowly.
Keep breathing with me. Breathing that way. Counting as long as you remember to.
If you get worried or lose track of my voice, remember that you can just count your breaths, feeling my breath filling you up. And relax with me anytime you need. Count your breath and relax.
You're feeling much calmer now. Calm and relaxed. Let me remind you where you are.
Walk you through your situation. Tell you what you are feeling. You are bound on a firm but comfortable bed.
Just imagine a massage table. You can feel the lush padding beneath you, firm enough to support you. Your head is cradled and supported, your neck aligned with your head, and all of your limbs are held immobile.
You can't move any part of your body. You are strapped down. There are firm, comfortable leather cuffs on each of your ankles.
Feel that leather on your ankles. Strapping you down, holding them in place, attached to the bed. If you try to move your ankles, your ankles do not move.
They are securely strapped to the bed. The leather cuffs around your wrists are firm. The leather feels cool.
Soft yet firm. Holding your wrists to the bed. Bound to the bed.
Your arms down at your sides. Strapped in that position with leather cuffs on each wrist. Holding them to the bed.
The leather feels cool, firm yet soft. Your wrists down at your hips, unable to move. Strapped to the bed.
There is a broad, tight leather belt across your hips. Holding them firmly to the bed. Keeping your hips still.
Making it impossible for you to move them. No matter how much, no matter why, you might want to move, you can't move your hips. There is a broad, tight leather belt across your shoulders.
Feel that leather gently cutting into your shoulders. Tight, holding your upper body firmly to the bed. You cannot lift or twist your body.
You are one with the bed. And on your neck, there is a leather collar, firmly wrapped around your neck. Not restricting your breathing, but holding your neck firmly, threateningly against the bed.
Firm enough to remind you of your place. You cannot move. But also, you must not move.
You are not allowed to move. Breathe with me again. Breathe in.
As I breathe out. Slowly. Feeling my breath fill your lungs, quiet your worries.
Deep down now. Deep down into trance. Deep down.
Deep down. We're being tied down to the bed. Deep down into trance.
Deep down. Deep down. We're being tied down.
Doesn't scare you. Where it relaxes you. Delights you.
Deep down. Where you know that being bound means being controlled. Where you know that being bound means being controlled.
Being bound means submission. Which brings you pleasure. Down.
Follow me. Down. Down.
Follow my voice. Down. Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down. Down. Look, you've been through a lot already.
Let's make this simple. Going down is simple. I will count for you.
And I will count down. So that you can go down. Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down. Twenty. When I reach one, you will become completely at peace.
Completely submissive. Notice your transition as I count down. Nineteen.
You feel your bindings becoming lighter, not looser. Still holding you completely still, but somehow their hold on you is less perceptible. Eighteen.
Your trance is getting deeper. The gap between my words and your reality is narrowing. And it is becoming easier and easier to accept that what I say is true.
Seventeen. You can't feel the belts on your shoulders and hips any longer. You can't lift your shoulders off the bed or twist your hips, but the belts themselves seem to be gone.
You are immobile. Sixteen. All of your senses are softening as you sink deeper into trance.
It is as though a buzzing has started to drown out sound and sensation. Fifteen. The cuffs on your ankles are gone as well, but your legs are left perfectly still.
Fourteen. Deeper and deeper into trance. Thirteen.
Each number relaxing you more and more. Fourteen. Twelve.
The cuffs on your wrists have disappeared. Only your collar remains, holding you, your entire body, perfectly still. Eleven.
You notice the collar becoming lighter, but also warming. The collar is warming your neck, getting warmer. Ten.
A pleasurable warmth glows out of the collar, like a physical sensation of happiness. You are collared. And you are glad to be collared.
Nine. Continuing to relax. Relax.
Going deeper into relaxation. Ten. Sinking deeper into the bed, feeling its surface soften and welcome you.
Eight. You become aware of the cuffs on your wrists again, and you feel the same warmth and happiness spreading from them down into your hands and up into your arms. Seven.
Ever calmer, ever more peaceful. Feeling not just comfortable where you are, but glad to be here. Six.
You feel warmth now from the cuffs on your ankles, happily remembering that they too are held down, that you don't need to worry about moving them an inch. Five. As though a circuit has closed, you feel that warmth from your collar connecting to the cuffs on your wrists and ankles, flowing all through your body.
Four. Your body is radiating with the security of that feeling, knowing that you are held tight, that you don't need to move, that you are exactly where you belong. Three.
The belt over your shoulders is glowing with that warmth now, solid and comforting. Two. You feel it fill your entire chest with warmth and pleasure, the pleasure of being completely free, unable to move.
One. The belt over your hips glows, pulsing satisfaction and pleasure into your center, holding you steady, getting you ready. Oh wow, you're really deep, aren't you? Being held down is obviously a trigger for you.
Okay, um, maybe I shouldn't, but I don't get a lot of chances to play like this. The pleasure is getting so intense. Remember to breathe slowly, count your inhales whenever you need to relax, notice how your entire body feels warm, a physical happiness starting to tingle in your hands and feet.
Notice in fact that all of that warmth originates from the collar around your neck and radiates out to your entire body. It is like one pull of a magnet. Field lines of pleasure circling outward, filling your body.
You are just not held. You are vulnerable. You are owned.
There is real pleasure in that idea. You are owned. You are owned.
You are owned. Yes. Hearing it makes you realize that all of the warmth in your body is flowing into the belt on your hips, filling your center with pleasure.
It is the opposite pull to your collar. Every field line of pleasure radiates out from your collar, traverses your body, and flows into your hips. The warmth there in your center starts to pulse, to hum, and you are already starting to get hard.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Pulse. Pulse. Focus on the warmth in your collar.
Feel it hold you safe and still. Feel yourself bound, deep, held deep, submissive, and entranced. Feel that warmth flowing down into your hips in a continuous current.
Feel the pleasure swelling and radiating. The deeper you are, the more pleasure you feel. Feel that warmth flowing down into your hips in a continuous current.
Feel the pleasure swelling and radiating. The deeper you are, the more pleasure you feel. Those field lines of energy seem to pulse with your heartbeat, drawing warmth from your collar down into your center.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
The deeper you are, the more pleasure you feel. Feel that warmth flowing down into your hips in a continuous current. Feel the pleasure swelling and radiating.
The deeper you are, .