Hours into his silent isolation and long after his mind had turned into soup from the automated breath control machine and electrical stimulation, his mind was finally able to put together a question for which he had no answer: What did he mean when he said he’d see me tomorrow?

Sometimes you just need to disappear for a little while. Sometimes, a lot.

It happened so fast. One moment it was just a new and interesting looking rubber hood that showed up in the mail. The next thing he knew, it was invading his nose and mouth and somehow he couldn’t pull it off his face before it totally encased his head.

We’re so glad that you’re interested in taking home a rescue, let me show you what we have currently…

Oh come on, it’s made of rubber, it’ll stretch.

“Wait… how is all this supposed to measure me for a tee shirt?” It was astoundingly easy to acquire new slaves at the street fair…

A different take on conveyor belt sushi dining…

You're sexy, sexy I got things I wanna do to you Make me, make me Make my tongue just go do-do-do Flex it, flex it Flex your muscles, and go through the roof Arrest it, -rest it, 'cause this shit is criminal

*sigh* Alright, who didn't clean off the chair before putting it back in storage?

"He’s been snoring so much lately that I just had to do something about it. I really needed a good night's sleep for once."

Since he didn’t like camping, the only way he agreed that he would go with them was if he was adequately entertained. The solution of leaving him gagged and mummified to a tree all weekend wasn’t what he had in mind but it worked for his buddies, and eventually for him as well.

At first he was excited when his partner took up welding as a hobby & they excitedly made plans for all the kinky gear he was going to make. But he quickly began to regret his “volunteering” to be a product tester as his partner insisted on long term stress testing, sometimes lasting for days.

“I expect you have a good explanation as to why I woke up trapped in this suit? Again.” Michael’s partner had a particularly challenging habit of slipping a little something extra into his food & drink every now and then. "It keeps things interesting" he liked to say.

Just so you remember boy, this isn’t about punishment, the goal today is just to take you to failure, because I can…

I told you to get in the cage slave, that’s not ‘in’ the cage. *sigh* I guess I only have myself to blame for using too much anesthesia when I captured it. Darn after effects…

Make some fireworks today...

In a quiet moment of repose, the slave rested by the window, taking in the summer night’s cool night air.

Further under cover investigations into the secretive lives of gimps revealed the brutality of the training they give to each other. Investigators weren’t able to positively determine if this gimp was being trained to block goals or to strengthen certain testicular pain tolerances.

Oh finally! Smooth again.

“Man, these sous vide gimps take forever, it might take another day or two before it’s ready.” “Mrngph!”

After losing the bet all he had to do was ride around on the subway for the afternoon. He wasn’t looking forward to hitting the rush hour crowd from the financial district.

Seen here is Caption Rod Rogers just before he sacrificed himself to go undercover and investigate the mysterious cult known only as either The Drones or The Gimps which have yet to be determined if they’re the same group or not. Caption Rogers was never heard from again.

The B&D B&B had a unique solution for early check-in of belongings of all types.

Believe it or not, his team found a way to improve his substandard skills as their goalie.

He quickly regretted his mouthing off and saying that “just standing” wasn’t “real” bondage.

Right when he was ready to release himself from his vac sack, the batteries in his remote for the vacuum died. As the suction tightened all him he realized he was about to live out one of his unspoken fantasies: Stuck, horny, helpless and just a little scared.

As they gathered around him, they were all very concerned about his facial deformity, most of them had never seen actual skin and they were sure he was wounded. They carried him back to the shelter and began the process of correcting his affliction, soon he would permanently be one of them.

Whu? Who are you? Why is it so dark? Unh what am I wearing? All good questions but I’m not going to waste my breath answering them. Why? Because any minute now the butt plug in your ass is going to start releasing a hypnotic drug into your system. After that, you won’t be asking anymore questions

“Wait, I thought this was a weekend bondage party, why are we fenced in?" As all the attendees were being locked into their gear, their host presented himself with an announcement that the hunt would soon begin.

Alright gimp, it’s cleaning day. Now, get into the bathroom and let’s not have another incident like last time either.