Deaf Dumb and Blind

He was not stupid, but he was no genius either. The most erotic part of their game was his having once again been tricked into another degrading and depraved position. What had started as an innocent sensory deprivation game had digressed into another subversive example of just how low he would go.

Having been denied any sounds or sight for hours at this point he could barely remember willingly putting on the blind fold, hood and cuffs. All of his orifices plugged he was only allowed to relieve himself in a most humiliating way.

To make things more interesting a mysterious fluid was being steadily drip fed to him through the whole in the center of the penis gag and it tasted suspiciously like more than just warm salty water.

She had twisted his cock into a painful knot and it cycled between rock hard purple when he was able to somehow rub it on the scratchy indoor outdoor carpet of the back yard deck, or it became a soft, resolute, dripping wet prisoner when she turned him over on his back.

He had been left for a long time in the dark alone and with the inflated butt plug vibrating insistently and wedged inescapably into his fuzzy little bottom.
His head drifted through euphoria and hallucinations from the sensory deprivation, the endorphins and whatever was in the fluid drip. All of it had him complacent, slow witted, and unable to do much more than sweetly moan for her entertainment.

Helplessly he suckled on the warm salty, intoxicating ambrosia through the soft gag that filled his numb lips and mouth. He was again her amusing and adorable personal play toy, easily muted, not very clever and blinded by lust, deaf dumb and blind.