MummifiedIT🔜in UK from 11.27.26 to 12.10.26

Long Story: A few weeks ago, I got to live out a long-time CNC fantasy... and it did not disappoint! Pre-disclaimer: Scenes like this take a lot of work, lots of communication and most importantly care and trust. This was my first true CNC scene so for safety, I was given a safe word. I was told if I used it the scene would stop immediately. Otherwise, no matter how much I begged, pleaded, or cried, the scene (and the machines) would not stop. This was the only clip that was captured from that day. Here was my fantasy: I've long dreamed about being strapped to a bondage chair completely immobile, locked in head to toe rubber, attached to machines, and required to get fucked, sucked, and milked for a pre-determined (long) period of time. My boyfriend @PupTroy, and a close friend, were the ones who would choose the amount of time I'd be in the chair. I was required to give verbal consent before we started and then from there all of my control was stripped away. The time they chose? - 2.5 hours! By far the longest I have continuously been on a fuck machine. Thankfully, this particular f-machine had a self-lubing dildo on a short repeating timer that kept the dildo fully lubed throughout. But still... that's two and a half hours of my hole being pounded and my cock being milked dry. I was to simply cum as many times my body allowed. And so I did... For the next 2.5 hours, I went through cycles of the biggest anal orgasms I've ever had, I came more times than I can remember (maybe 6 or 7?), the milker even pulled out my pee at one point, and I fell into a deep sub space where I completely surrendered to what was happening to me. Many parts were bliss ☝️ And some were not 👇 I nearly used my safe word multiple times. The sensation of the dildo as it deeply breached my second hole was a new level of intense I can not describe. At one point I started to cry begging my captors to let me out. And my hole was sore for weeks after. But no matter how much I wanted out (and boy did I try), my little rubber gimp mind wouldn't let me use my safe word. And before I knew it the machines stopped, I was unstrapped, and and peeled out of the chair drenched in sweat. I was one exhausted gimp who couldn't help but smile under its rubber hood 😊