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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If you haven't noticed from my experience on Total Drama, I have claustrophobia. One of my greatest fears, live burial, is linked to claustrophobia. I just can't handle tight spaces, let alone handle being put underground in an enclosed space. When you're claustrophobic, whenever you're put in an enclosed space like a closet, you may feel like you're suffocating even when there's clearly air. Believe me; I've been buried alive twice. The first time was during the eighth episode of Total Drama Island when I had to be buried for a challenge. The second time was when Chris decided to lock me up in a treasure chest with Sam. Of all the people, why would you bury me with a gamer who farts a lot?
The thing is, though, when it comes to fetishes, it's hard for me to panic when bondage, the Fetish of A Thousand Faces, turns me on. It's hard to explain without making no sense, but to me, it's as if fear is fighting against sexuality, yet sexuality always wins. I loved sleeping in a pet cage during our first RP session and I loved sleeping in a cozy, white padded cell the first time I was transformed into an asylum patient. As an asylum patient, though, let's say a month after Total Drama World Tour, I was sentenced into Maximum Security by “Dr. Fahlenbock.”
I was put in a black padded cell. I was forced to wear a black, full-body straitjacket that was made out of thick canvas. Not only was my mouth filled with a black ball gag, but my head was enclosed in a black leather hood. I also had a blindfold on underneath my tight hood. I was deprived of the senses of sight, taste and touch; plus my senses of smell and hearing are limited only to the things that are closest to me. As much as I hate being buried alive, I love being put in full-enclosure bondage in a black padded cell.
All this bondage came with a sexy price; I had to have sex with my hot mom during my imprisonment. If you haven't noticed from the last chapters of my story, my mom and I love it when we have sex with each other. We have each other's looks, plus we both love bondage. Seeing as how my mom and I are both switches, we're both willing to make sluts out of ourselves by any means. This time, I was my mom's slut.
While I squirmed in my bondage with all the horniness I can muster, my mom opened my cell door. I darted my head at the door, eager to see my mom, or should I say “my doctor.” I adjusted myself until I got on my knees.
“Well, if it ain't Patient #2654. How are you, slut?”
I loved the authenticity of the situation I was in. I've been made into a nameless patient who is known only by number, which fit the asylum scenario perfectly. To greet my sexy doctor, I shook a bit, trying to make my breasts jiggle for her.
“Ready for your medicine?”

“Mhmm.” I bent over and lifted my ass as high as I could for my doctor.
“Very well, my gothic patient.” My doctor stuck a needle into my canvas-coated ass.
I twitched a little after feeling the frigidity and the pain of the needle. I waited until my doctor injected my medicine into my butt. The medicine I had to take was really a clear aphrodisiac disguised as an injectable schizophrenia medication. If I recall correctly, I had to take 10 ccs of medicine every day, which is the entire syringe. This lasted throughout my time as a maximum security patient, which was one month long. Yep! I was bound in everything I had on my body for a whole month. Don't judge me, okay?
As soon as my doctor finished injecting my medicine into my ass, she pulled the needle out and gave my ass a gentle massage. “There you go, Patient 2654. All set.”
I began to get hornier. How horny did I get? A while ago, I crafted a scale of 1 through 10 on how horny each girl is. 1 represented purists like Courtney and Emma while 10 represented complete sluts like Kitty and Lindsay. Normally, I'd be a 7 or an 8, but at the time, I'd say I was a 10 while I spent my month at Maximum Security. Realistically, I became a gothic Lindsay, who's the horniest girl of all Total Drama ladies.
As horny as I was, I decided to give my doctor a sultry dance while completely imprisoned in black. I stood up and hopped to my doctor. I then turned around and rubbed my ass against my doctor's crotch.
“I love the way you perform lap dances, Patient 2654.” My doctor gently put her hands on my hips as I performed my bondage-y lap dance.
Not only did I do a lap dance, but I also let my doctor play with my sexy body. As I performed, my doctor groped my tits. I moaned with pleasure as she squeezed and massaged my DD-cup breasts. Soon, I felt her thin fingers rubbing my crotch. I moaned like the slutty patient I was as my doctor rubbed me down. My crotch was even slapped every so often. Soon, I came within my suit.
“I hope you like it dear... There's more where that came from...”
As soon as my doctor said that, she tried to grab my hood, but then she let out a muffled shout. After that, there was a thud. What happened to my doctor? Why, she was knocked out by a chloroform-dipped rag held by none other than Heather, who was dressed in a skimpy nurse outfit.
Minutes later, I heard my former doctor waking up. The speech I heard from my former doctor, or rather my mom, was incoherent; in fact, my mom was put in full-enclosure bondage as well. My mom was bound in the same black bondage I was in. Sure, magenta fit my mom more, but Heather... wanted us to share the same cell, which I felt was a blessing.
“Up already, slut?” Heather asked.
“H-hmmther?” Megan replied.
“In the flesh... Now... What should I call you..? Ah! How about Patient #6438?”
My mom let out a moan of pleasure, loving the fact that she was assigned a patient ID number by the hot Asian girl.
“Now, Patient 6438... Time for your medicine.” Heather pulled out a syringe filled with the same aphrodisiac my mom injected into me.
My mom willingly bent over and held her ass up high, ready to take her medicine. My mom let out a pained shout as soon as the needle entered her butt. An entire syringe's worth of medicine filled my mom's ass. Soon, Heather pulled out the needle. Heather watched as my mom turned into the horny slut I was. I swear, the combination of full-enclosure bondage and potent aphrodisiacs could turn bondage lovers like us into Lindsay.
“Now... Let's see... What should I put in Patient 6438's report..? Ah!” Heather jotted down some writing on a sheet of paper attached to a clipboard. “Highly flamboyant... Nymphomaniac... Loves female-on-female sex... Has Stockholm Syndrome... In general, a complete slut. Prognosis... One month in Maximum Security with a fellow slut referred to as 'Patient 2654.'” Heather set her clipboard aside. “Both of you whores have the same diagnosis and prognosis. What are the odds?”
We then showed Heather the back of our restraints, as if begging to be locked in them. As much as the bondage itself was very secure, you can never go wrong with padlocks.
“Sure. The more secure the restraints are, the better.” Heather put padlocks on each and every strap of both of our restraints. “Now... Let's play...”
Heather began making out with my mom. Heather deeply kissed my mom's gagged and hooded lips. My ecstatic mom shared Heather's kiss as she let Heather grind her pussy on her legs. My mom moaned like the slut she was as Heather had the time of her life with her. Soon, Heather came onto my mom's body. I think my mom let out a no-touch orgasm as soon as Heather came because their session was so hot.
“Now, it's your turn, Patient 2654...” Heather got off of my mom, then got on top of me.
I accepted Heather's soft lips as Heather had her way with me. As mean as she was, Heather is one of the hottest girls in the show. How can I resist having sex with her? Anyway, Heather grinded against my leg, moaning as loud as I did. After some time, even though Heather didn't touch my pussy, Heather and I both came.
“Wow..,” Heather said. “You girls are very slutty. No wonder why you're in Maximum Security.”
Right then and there, my mom and I felt that Heather didn't get any entertainment. We stood up after a few attempts. Soon, my mom and I began to give Heather a bondage-y dance. My mom and I rubbed our butts against each other, showing off our lovely asses. After some time, we turned around and rubbed our breasts against each other. Our sexual moans made our performance more entertaining to Heather. We stopped soon after Heather came from masturbating herself.
“Well, it's been fun playing with you sluts, but I gotta go. I'll see you later.” Heather winked to us before leaving our cell.
The month my mom and I spent together in all that bondage was really hot. The main issue of our month of 24-7 bondage was body wastes. We were allowed escorts to the restroom, but after the month-long session, I... had to use something else.
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