I don't know what happened, but I had fallen asleep. I was now having this dream, with Brent now standing over me, and there I was with with eight straps were holding me in place. In the dream, Brent had draped a blanket over my body, with more rope added. I was totally secure, and off in a nice dreamy bondage world feeling like Brent's Captured Moccasin Mug.
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I was fed more inhalants, and my dream continued. I now saw myself in an Iron Lung. I could see Brent in his Levis, Minnetonka Knee High Boots, wearing a tee shirt and a lab coat. He then put his hands into two gloves and reached inside of the Iron Lung, where he inserted a steel rod. Electrodes were placed on the rod, and I felt my cock very pleasurable electricity being delivered to the inside of my cock.
I then saw those Brent and those gloved hands grab a heavy duty vibrator, and begin to use it on my cock. I had all of the feeling and sight of me in the Iron Lung, with a pleasant chemical being sent to my lungs on every breath, keeping me sleepy, dreamy and horny. The heavy duty vibrator was used for a total of six times for about five to ten minute each, but it felt like an eternity, which was awesome.
Suddenly everything went black, then turned purple. At this point the blanket and ropes, were removed, but the straps were still in placed. Continuing to be fed poppers, it felt like chloroform, where I would be put into a nice light sleep, and a Venus Milking Machine on my cock.
The Venus was being relentless, keeping my on the edge, where I was squirming. One part of me wanted to shoot, and the other part of me wanted to the scene to continue. I then felt one nostril pinches off, and I was inhaling a chemical. This then happened to the other nostril, where I fell into a dreamy state, with my cock focused on the Milking Machine, my body strapped down, and my feet and toes curling inside those soft sole moccasins, loving being the Captured Mug Play Thing.
After a while, I could feel something pleasurable at my cock, and it being played with until I could not stand it any more. Suddenly the play stopped, and Brent left the room. He came back a little while later, fed me some Poppers, then proceeded to stroke my cock again. I shot, and was again milked until I was spent.
I was finally released, and had spent almost three hours tied up, high, secure and in a nice dreamy state. The pot, poppers and binaural beats, along the hood was keeping my brain focused on certain parts of the scene. As the bondage and the scene progressed, I definitely felt like the Captured Mug in Moccasins and Brent's plaything.
Both Brent and I had an awesome scene, as the scene played out the way we both hoped it would.
I was fed more inhalants, and my dream continued. I now saw myself in an Iron Lung. I could see Brent in his Levis, Minnetonka Knee High Boots, wearing a tee shirt and a lab coat. He then put his hands into two gloves and reached inside of the Iron Lung, where he inserted a steel rod. Electrodes were placed on the rod, and I felt my cock very pleasurable electricity being delivered to the inside of my cock.
I then saw those Brent and those gloved hands grab a heavy duty vibrator, and begin to use it on my cock. I had all of the feeling and sight of me in the Iron Lung, with a pleasant chemical being sent to my lungs on every breath, keeping me sleepy, dreamy and horny. The heavy duty vibrator was used for a total of six times for about five to ten minute each, but it felt like an eternity, which was awesome.
Suddenly everything went black, then turned purple. At this point the blanket and ropes, were removed, but the straps were still in placed. Continuing to be fed poppers, it felt like chloroform, where I would be put into a nice light sleep, and a Venus Milking Machine on my cock.
The Venus was being relentless, keeping my on the edge, where I was squirming. One part of me wanted to shoot, and the other part of me wanted to the scene to continue. I then felt one nostril pinches off, and I was inhaling a chemical. This then happened to the other nostril, where I fell into a dreamy state, with my cock focused on the Milking Machine, my body strapped down, and my feet and toes curling inside those soft sole moccasins, loving being the Captured Mug Play Thing.
After a while, I could feel something pleasurable at my cock, and it being played with until I could not stand it any more. Suddenly the play stopped, and Brent left the room. He came back a little while later, fed me some Poppers, then proceeded to stroke my cock again. I shot, and was again milked until I was spent.
I was finally released, and had spent almost three hours tied up, high, secure and in a nice dreamy state. The pot, poppers and binaural beats, along the hood was keeping my brain focused on certain parts of the scene. As the bondage and the scene progressed, I definitely felt like the Captured Mug in Moccasins and Brent's plaything.
Both Brent and I had an awesome scene, as the scene played out the way we both hoped it would.