chinadoll

@chinadoll.bsky.social

• that girl, yes that's me! • likes to draw tied up girls! • new stuff on weekends, maybe

Kinktober Day 19: "Mummification." The Handlers let their longest-serving reynas meet sometimes. Wrapped head to toe in black, gagged, unable to speak, only able to look into each other's eyes. They say I'd look good in black. Maybe someday I can join them. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 18: "Balance." Arms pulled up till my toes barely grazed the floor, then something metal rolled under my feet. A barrel. Now the whole game is not falling off it. Then the guys left for beer. Lights out, door shut. Just me, tiptoeing in the dark. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 17: "Punish." A childhood friend turned frenemy. She copied my book reports, flirted with my boyfriends, and claimed the guys found her first (lies!). Turns out she's absurdly ticklish. The guys gave me all night with her, all vulnerable and exposed. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 16: "Panic." Meet Doña Eulalia, the first girl to ever get into this rope thing all the way back from 1880s Manila. She still shows up as a ghost. Usually tied up, harmless enough… except she's figured out I have a crush on her, hence the jump scares. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 15: "Waist." They took "me for a walk"... crotch rope tied to the truck and a driver flooring it. The junior guy filmed from the flatbed. But this was just the trip to my real punishment. They let me keep my shoes on, at least... my poor feet owe him one. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 14: "MILF." Mom, cousin Anna, and now my friend Liz... the guys keep pulling the moms into their little club. I never get an invite (a forced car ride, you know what I mean). Apparently they get a craving for MILFs... ugh, men! Maybe someday I'll get in. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 13: "Tape." Found an old 90s adult VHS hidden in the house, and got the shock of realizing the girl on the box was my mom, decades ago, under a stage name. Probably why she's always so calm when the guys tie her up. Maybe me and mom are not so different. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 12: "Pirate." My cousin Anna, her daughter Tonya (home on break from doing her masters), and I got dragged off for the crime of... getting things for free online. The leader grinned: "You think everything should be free? Then so are you." He wasn't lying. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 11: "Clean." When keeping me for a few days, they start the morning by tying me out back at dawn and hose me down with ice-cold water. Then they would scrub every part of my ticklish body, and left to dry, still tied, while they wolf down breakfast. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 9: "Secret." Assets 217 and 812. Two Class-A stars from rival networks with openly hostile fandoms. With the handlers, where no stan or paparazzi can see 'em, they became great friends. And here they are, just two gals at a fruit bar. No one needs to know. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Another week of Kinktober! Day 8: "Roleplay." Not every night has to be torture. Sometimes we just hang out like normal people, well... almost normal. For exmample, this here is right before the gags go in. And normal people don't force girls into skinship, do they? @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 7: "Style." A tribute to those who pulled me into this passion, the sketchbooks I had to destroy before my folks found them. At least now I can draw with digital tools. So... me bound and gagged in 3 traditions: which flavor would you like to enjoy me in?@kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Kinktober Day 6: "Strip." Grabbed on the walk home. Bound, gagged, bagged in under a minute. Then I'm ordered onto the table. They've seen me naked a hundred times, but they know this is the one that really gets me. ...But don't get me wrong, I don't hate it. @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Back after a work-and-dead-SSD hiatus. Kinktober starts now with Day 1: "Plants." Orchids are my favorite: beautiful, and made to be hung in the air. If I got to be a flower, I'd be one. Living out my strange little wish... hoping I make the place pretty too.

This bubbly multi-talented star can do everything, including becoming a human drinks table for her handlers. A scene she played for weeks, now her body strains and trembles as she maintains her pose while minutes slowly pass by. For 226, this isn't just play, it's becoming the best at what she does.

Asset 225, R&B vixen, lounges in a filthy heap of trash like last night's party favors. She hums her own hits, lost in the sweet, sticky oblivion she craves. Fame? Fans? Fuck that noise. This is her real high: Erased, ignored, just another piece of hot waste waiting to be hauled away.

In an old colonial fort turned black-site, Asset 224 hangs like naked, stretched, and sweating under cold stone and colder light. But the filthy part? She chose this. The same polished woman who signs government briefs, poses for empowerment galas. Now straining, exposed, hung up for inspection.

One of the routine parts of Sherry’s double life happens somewhere that shouldn’t exist. Quiet, sealed-off, made to resemble an abandoned slum. No audience. No instructions. This is where her true life begins. By night time, her handlers finally arrive. Full version now up on my SubscribeStar.

now just how would this one end? hmm...