I wish I was left in the closet [F22] [FreeUse] [ThroatFucking] [BDSM] [Rough] [Degradation] [Pushing] [slapping]

I wish I was in the closet, tied and locked up. A gag around my mouth, my arms tied firmly behind my back, completely restricted from movement. I’d like my legs tied up, but not as much. I’d like to be able to move, but in an awkward kind of crawl. Maybe my ankles could be tied up, maybe a rope around my thighs as well so that I can only awkwardly shimmy on my side, as exhausting as that may be. That all isn’t as essential as the collar that I wish was around my neck, locking me to one of the walls of the closet. Enough slack for me to move, but only enough to reach parts of the closet (I imagine a walk in) I could be left mostly in the dark, just enough light to barely be conscious of my surroundings, but not enough to have any frame of reference for what time it was or how long I’ve been there.

I wish that’s how it was. I’m not sure of the specifics around it; maybe I’m put in there when I’ve been bad and need to be punished. Maybe I’m put in there at night like a dog put in a cage. Or maybe I’d just be left there, in that closet, out of view and out of sight. I’d be forgotten, except by whoever it was that put me there (for the purpose of this post, let’s say it was you 🙃).

I wouldn’t have much I could do. I could try and move around a little bit, but like I said it would be difficult, I’d have to awkwardly crawl around. I might try it sometimes, but overall I think I might just give up, as I give up trying to exert myself and just lay, defeated.

So instead of moving or doing things, I’d think of what was to come. Because despite being tied up in the moment, unable to move, I’d know that eventually you would see fit to make use of me.

Maybe it would be everyday, say after you got off of work. You’d start unlocking the front door, and I would perk up at the noise. I would be filled with excitement, knowing what was coming after waiting all day for it. I’d practically be squirming in anticipation, moaning through the gag. Your touch would be all the human interaction I would get that day. The door would open, and I’d have to close my eyes as they adjust to the change in light. In the absence of sight, I’d instead feel as you grasped me by the rope as you roughly drug me to my knees. I imagine the gag being pulled off my mouth, and before I had the time to gasp out for air or thank you for remembering to use me, your cock would be forced down my throat, and I would be yet again unable to speak.

The sole occupent of my entire days wondered would now be the forceful occupant of my mouth, and I would be ecstatic. I’d savor every detail: the taste, the smell, every gasp of air, every twitch of your cock, every slap of my face, the pulling of my hair, the names you call me, all of it. I’d crave the taste of your cum should you give it to me, but I would know that it wasn’t my place to decide if I deserved it. I would appreciate any cum I got, whether you decided it more fitting to cum in my mouth, on my face, my chest, my thighs, wherever. l’d appreciate whatever I was given, as long as you did in fact cum. But I don’t have to worry about that. If there was one thing I let my self be boastful about, it would be my ability to all the time leave you satisfied after use.

My confidence would be short lived however. Apart from being a hole to fuck, I wouldn’t have much else to offer, and after my usefulness as a toy has been depleted you would have no reason to stay. You would discover the gag and tie it back around my mouth, and leave. Maybe you would just leave with nothing else, off to do other things. Maybe you would grace me with words and speak to me, reminding me what whore I was. Maybe you would spit on me or push me so thatI fell back into the floor.

Regardless, you would close me up in the dark closet, the cum which was slowly drying on my body being the only evidence you had been there a moment prior. And yet again, I would be left alone, waiting for the next day so that it could happen again.

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I have many more ideas relating to this fantasy of being left in the closet, but this post was getting long lol. I’ll probably revisit this in the future, maybe describing another way in which I might be used.

NSFW: yes


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