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I am a very submissive crossdresser into forced feminization, bondage, kidnap and abduction scenes. I love PVC ball gags and being verbally abused teased and humiliated. But the thing I adore more than anything else is to think that my BDSM session has suddenly become very real and I am in serious trouble.
Imagine:
I come to play with you for what I think is an afternoon of kinky play -- you dress me up you tie me up you play with me and then you tell me you're keeping me. You keep me for a lot longer than agreed . It's up to you how long. Days. Weeks. Months... you decide.
Make me fear you, make me wonder how much trouble I'm in. No one knows I'm with you.
Dare you?
Get in touch.
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