That really does sound like a great scenario. I'd love to see Batman, Robin, and Batgirl squirming to relieve their itching all over. I'd like to see any other superhero face that kind of torment too...like Wonder Woman.Reidy wrote: ↑1 month agortbw wrote: ↑1 month agoI didn't even know itching powder is a real thing. But I don't think I'd like to have itching powder on me while tied down, although I imagine that's a plausible scenario for a trap on Batman. I do like the idea of being overpowered by itching powder though before being bound. Have you tried itching powder in your TUGs?tiedinbluetights wrote: ↑1 month ago
Oh there is nothing as sweetly irritating as having an itch that can't be scratched while tied-down.
Some villain tips an industrial strength itching powder on our heroes (naturally including Batgirl, can't have her missing out), which is so bad it incapacitates them. It's short lasting, so the villains use their discomfort to tie them in another diabolical death trap.
Sounds right up the Joker's ally.
Robin Trapped in a Hotel Room (F/M)
A superhero's purpose is to be tied up and struggling for our amusement.rtbw wrote: ↑1 month agoThat really does sound like a great scenario. I'd love to see Batman, Robin, and Batgirl squirming to relieve their itching all over. I'd like to see any other superhero face that kind of torment too...like Wonder Woman.Reidy wrote: ↑1 month agortbw wrote: ↑1 month ago
I didn't even know itching powder is a real thing. But I don't think I'd like to have itching powder on me while tied down, although I imagine that's a plausible scenario for a trap on Batman. I do like the idea of being overpowered by itching powder though before being bound. Have you tried itching powder in your TUGs?
Some villain tips an industrial strength itching powder on our heroes (naturally including Batgirl, can't have her missing out), which is so bad it incapacitates them. It's short lasting, so the villains use their discomfort to tie them in another diabolical death trap.
Sounds right up the Joker's ally.
Loving this. Hope there’s more
WHEN WE LAST SAW ROBIN, HE WAS TIED DOWN TO A BENCH IN A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIS FATE IN THE HANDS OF A VILLAINOUS VILLAINESS…
The dastardly vixen began manually stimulating my bulge and nipples, making me gasp and jolt. My body might have jumped off the bench if I wasn’t strapped down to it. I could only grit my teeth and moan as I felt her hands working on me through my form-fitting outfit.
My member quickly began to enlarge and stiffen, and it felt very constrained in my batbriefs as my body was bending upward with how my arms and legs were tied below the bench. The spandex over my bulge felt like it was stretching beyond its limit.
The villainess proceeded to explore other areas of my body: all over my calves, thighs, taint, belly, shoulders, neck, face. It was like I was a control panel and she was working all the dials and switches on my body to bring me to maximum arousal.
When she returned to my batbulge, she pinched the tip of my stalk through the spandex and lectured me, “You should be ashamed drawing attention to this intimate area of your body with this mound pushing out of your tight tights. And now I can plainly see your erection in your panties. You like this, don't you?”
“Holy unwholesome thoughts! My tights are an essential part of my crime fighting attire as a deputized officer of the law…it’s not meant for you to focus on that part of my body. I demand you stop touching me there!”
“You can say whatever you like, but there’s no way you haven’t thought about this very noticeable bulge in your tights. It’s as if you want people to notice...”
At this point the vixen was squeezing my manhood with one hand while petting me on my facemask with her other hand. And then she continued, “You’re pitching quite the tent in your panties. I’d like to take a look inside.”
“Don’t you dare! You’ll pay for this!”
She ignored me as she unbuckled my utility belt and reached into my batbriefs. She wrapped her hand around my stiff stalk under my spandex and I felt closer to eruption.
She pulled her hand out and then pulled down my briefs and tights. My manhood sprang out fully erect. My tormentor went to the bedroom and came back with a condom, which she pulled over my batpole. And then she pumped my pole so that in a matter of seconds I exploded in orgasm. My limbs were pulling against their restraints as my body wanted to fold inward to contain the ecstasy.
When I was completely milked, she slid the condom off me and swung it over my face, “Isn’t it amazing? There’s probably millions of Robins in here.” She then moved the tip of the full condom to my nose and then my eyemask. “Holy humiliation,” I muttered quietly.
She teased me and left me helpless just a little more before ending the TUG. I felt sore as I got up after my wife untied me. As I pulled my tights and briefs back on, my wife picked up my utility belt and buckled it around my waist.
We laid down on the bed while I was still in my alter ego as Robin the Boy Wonder. We walked about her conference and the eventful week, but we were very tired and both fell asleep very quickly.
The dastardly vixen began manually stimulating my bulge and nipples, making me gasp and jolt. My body might have jumped off the bench if I wasn’t strapped down to it. I could only grit my teeth and moan as I felt her hands working on me through my form-fitting outfit.
My member quickly began to enlarge and stiffen, and it felt very constrained in my batbriefs as my body was bending upward with how my arms and legs were tied below the bench. The spandex over my bulge felt like it was stretching beyond its limit.
The villainess proceeded to explore other areas of my body: all over my calves, thighs, taint, belly, shoulders, neck, face. It was like I was a control panel and she was working all the dials and switches on my body to bring me to maximum arousal.
When she returned to my batbulge, she pinched the tip of my stalk through the spandex and lectured me, “You should be ashamed drawing attention to this intimate area of your body with this mound pushing out of your tight tights. And now I can plainly see your erection in your panties. You like this, don't you?”
“Holy unwholesome thoughts! My tights are an essential part of my crime fighting attire as a deputized officer of the law…it’s not meant for you to focus on that part of my body. I demand you stop touching me there!”
“You can say whatever you like, but there’s no way you haven’t thought about this very noticeable bulge in your tights. It’s as if you want people to notice...”
At this point the vixen was squeezing my manhood with one hand while petting me on my facemask with her other hand. And then she continued, “You’re pitching quite the tent in your panties. I’d like to take a look inside.”
“Don’t you dare! You’ll pay for this!”
She ignored me as she unbuckled my utility belt and reached into my batbriefs. She wrapped her hand around my stiff stalk under my spandex and I felt closer to eruption.
She pulled her hand out and then pulled down my briefs and tights. My manhood sprang out fully erect. My tormentor went to the bedroom and came back with a condom, which she pulled over my batpole. And then she pumped my pole so that in a matter of seconds I exploded in orgasm. My limbs were pulling against their restraints as my body wanted to fold inward to contain the ecstasy.
When I was completely milked, she slid the condom off me and swung it over my face, “Isn’t it amazing? There’s probably millions of Robins in here.” She then moved the tip of the full condom to my nose and then my eyemask. “Holy humiliation,” I muttered quietly.
She teased me and left me helpless just a little more before ending the TUG. I felt sore as I got up after my wife untied me. As I pulled my tights and briefs back on, my wife picked up my utility belt and buckled it around my waist.
We laid down on the bed while I was still in my alter ego as Robin the Boy Wonder. We walked about her conference and the eventful week, but we were very tired and both fell asleep very quickly.