I certainly can’t believe how darn cute you are!

What a load! Looks like you guys had fun!

Nope, you definitely had me with that one, did not occur that I might have to actually look up corn smut as a thing!

I may have to bow to your superior corniness before I end up a husk of my former self.

And yet here we are, I think a few of us here are going to wind up with a corn addiction after this. I am also more than happy to contribute to your pleasure.

In my defence, you’re very distracting!

Go on, send some more my way, I’m all ears.

And now I can’t think of anything else!

I do so hope that was an intentional pun!

You seem the type to get something out of stretching your boundaries, I’m sure you weren’t complaining. And there’s something oddly erotic about the phrase ‘pleasantly noticeable’, thank you for that.

Always a pleasure to see you bound and helpless, and I do enjoy your creativity and commitment to a bit! Curious as to how the corn actually feels?

I’ve the time if you’ve the inclination. Was the other one annoyed you, or your photographer for them stealing focus?

(also: you’re welcome!)

Hot enough that I can even ignore the wildly mismatched socks, although it is close!

Sounds like a great choice for your date then, you can get yourself worked up while getting ready and travelling there, he gets the amazing visual but still easy access, and something to hold onto so he can go even harder on you.

And of course we all get to see your work and hear about what you got up to. Win win win!

Rope as underwear is hot as fuck to start with, especially in your case! Knowing you chose it especially because you were in such an extreme situation only adds to that. Would love to hear more about how you got on.

Spectacular, along with the rest of you!

Glad you found someone to lend you a hand. What else did they lend you in your predicament?

Half the fun of a present is in the unwrapping, but in this case I’d be willing to make up for that by doubly enjoying your generous gift!

I can see how that would rub you the wrong way, and not in a good way. Maybe for now just notching up some additional punishment for each time you touch yourself in your box, until you can live out your chastity dreams properly.

You seem fairly crafty, I’m sure you could fashion yourself something to do the trick for now.

(Thank you, I consider myself quite the cunning linguist)

Consider yourself lucky you weren’t locked out of your box while you were locked in your box. Imagine that hyperfixation coupled with a chastity belt that almost, but not quite, lets you touch yourself.

What incredible flashing!

Those boots are almost too distracting, but finally able to move my eyes up, and I think I’ll have to choose all.