“Caitlyn's Curse
Part 1 - Caitlyn's Gambel
Caitlyn had everything ready. All her bondage gear, her suits, and a few days off were ahead of her. Her fingers were itching, but she had to hold back. She had seen an idea on the internet that she really wanted to try, and she vowed to herself that she would do just that, no matter what. She had asked online for a list of self-bondage options, and now chance would decide what she had to do.
“Here we go. Clothes first,” Caitlyn muttered, letting her PC randomly select one item from the clothing category.
“Latex catsuit, perfect!” Caitlyn said when the first item was selected, but she frowned briefly when it said “roll again.” “Um… okay?”
A spandex catsuit appeared, and she had to roll again.
“What the… did I do something wrong in the settings? I'll have to check if I have to roll again…”
The word... ” (9,186 words)
“The Witch, Demons and a Elf
Part 1 - The Aftermath
Bruce kissed his wife Grace on the forehead and pulled the covers over her. She had already worked hard, so she deserved a little longer sleep. Bruce snuck into their daughter's room and began getting her ready for the day ahead. Grace herself remained in bed, even though she was already awake. She always woke up with her loved one. Even when Grace had hardly slept or slept unnaturally long.
She thought it was normal, and she just woke up when Bruce woke up. He had even allowed her to stay in bed a little longer that morning.
“Bruce is such a wonderful master,” she murmured, snuggling into her blanket as she listened attentively to the sounds in the house. Bruce was getting everything ready for the trip. She would have preferred to do it herself, but he had ordered her to stay in bed.
“Honey!? Are you getting ready?” Bruce finally called out, and Grace... ” (10,071 words)
“Chloe and C&T
Part 1 - How to Catch a Chloe
It was late at night and the young blonde crept up to the door in the shadows of the mansion. Chloe had a goal on this hot summer night. To finally find the secret pool that her boss Celine was sure to be hiding in the house. Chloe couldn't say why she said she didn't have a pool, but she knew Celine was lying. The signs were clear. Vast amounts of soil that the witch had removed from the basement. Sample tiles that she had had delivered, and a package that looked suspiciously like a diving board.
“I'm going to uncover the secret! You'll see, Celine, and then I'll swim lap after lap!”
She muttered a hasty apology and began poking around in the lock with a lock pick. Chloe hadn't had to pick a lock in a long time, but this one seemed particularly stubborn.
“Come on…” Chloe muttered and smiled when the door clicked. However, her smile disappeared instantly... ” (31,262 words)
“From Slavers, to Slaves, to Hunters
Part 1 - The Sarah Show Must Go On
Sarah looked at her watch. Her business partners were running late, and she disliked that. She had planned everything for the two individuals, with every minute precisely scheduled. However, she was now sitting in her car without her target. She rolled her eyes and started the engine. She needed to see for herself what had gone wrong.
She stood open-mouthed in a small clearing in the forest where Kelsie and Nia's car was parked. She had to admit that the two had prepared well and followed her instructions, but there was no trace of them or their targets. The video recordings had been deleted, but she saw three pairs of footprints on the forest floor. They led to a table where two suitcases lay.
“Oh, don't tell me,” she muttered disappointedly and opened the locks on them. They swung open and Nia and Kelsie lay in front of Sarah. Both were in... ” (3,978 words)
“My (girl)friend, my parasite and me
Part 1 - Greed in Total Control
Kelsie and Nia sat on a tree trunk in the middle of a forest. The two friends chatted happily as they planned a crime. A stone's throw away from them was a road, which they were watching with cameras. The trap had been set for hours, and if their client was right, their two targets would soon be within reach. In their car were duct tape, ropes, cling film, sleeping bags, and suitcases that were padded so that a person could be placed exactly in the shape that had been made for them.
“That bitch is really crazy to want to give us that amount of money for a little kidnapping,” said Kelsie, while Nia rolled her eyes.
“That's the third time you've said that.”
“And I still think it's crazy. We usually only take half that amount.”
“She wanted to pay for a smooth operation.”
“Do you think we can get more out of... ” (6,930 words)
“Kim’s Prison
Part 1 - Kim’s Demon/Angel
“…and as you can see…” the teacher said, looking around the class before her mouth formed into a thin line, "Miss Denvers. May I have your attention, please?"
Immediately, all heads turned to the blonde girl in the back row, who continued to stare outside, bored.
“Miss Denvers!”
Still no response, and it was only when one of the students poked Kim in the ribs that she looked up.
“What?” Kim asked displeased and searched the diagram on the blackboard until her eyes met those of her teacher.
"Once again I see that you are not following the lesson Miss Denvers. Is chemistry too boring for you?"
“Pff, chemistry…”
“What was that?”
"I don't need that crap. What you're teaching here has been backward for half a million years. I could easily teach this class, even if I doubt you understand... ” (3,152 words)
“1 - Weekend updates
“You’ll put a man in jail sometime… Unjustly too!” Dirk, Marie's manager, thinks out loud.
“Because I wear a hoodie?” Marie wonders. She hates Dirk and sighs at the sexist undertone.
“You know what I mean…” Dirk hungrily looks at Marie as he lets her into the data center main floor. He can’t help himself and openly stares at her large bust.
“Whatever you say,” Marie doesn’t see why Dirk is behaving this way and wishes for the millionth time that she could work for someone else.
Marie is in her early twenties. She’s curvy, but not overweight. Her shoulder length reddish-brown hair is tied in a bun. A dozen or so freckles are dotted left and right of her nose, and her round, open, face requires no makeup. Still, she often wears a matte shade of cherry red lipstick because that’s her favorite color. For her outfit she’s wearing a trendy pair of cargo... ” (9,814 words)
“The weekend was approaching, and things at the Hargrove household were happening, the air hummed with anticipation of what could be their last chance to enjoy their shared fantasies, with Valerie due to leave for college soon. The air felt thicker now, laced with the faint, lingering scent of last week's indulgences—the pantry still smelled of herbs and sweat and the sharp tang of arousal and surrender.
“Mother, could I become a maidbot for the weekend again? I really enjoyed my time under the house systems control.” Valerie asked, “It helps me relax.”
“Well, with your Father currently away until Sunday evening, I suppose that I could indulge my daughter once again,” Eleanor, her mother, replied, “And I guess that Jessie will be joining us too?”
“Yes, Jessie said that she'll be over tomorrow, on Friday, but I wanted to already be a maidbot before then, if that’s okay.” Valerie... ” (13,596 words)
“Chapter 12
The energy in Abyss was electric, charged with anticipation as the club’s patrons gathered around the stage. Tonight was unlike any other. This was no ordinary challenge - this was justice being served under the guise of entertainment, and every eye was fixed on the woman strapped in at center stage.
Elise sat rigidly in the preparation chair, her hands gripping the armrests as two silent attendants tightened the straps around her waist and thighs. Her arms were held tightly at her sides. Her legs were locked together, forcing her to sit motionless while she awaited the inevitable. She was in latex, full catsuit, only head, hands uncovered. Simple black patent leather high heels adorned her feet.
Alexandru stood in the audience, observing the unfolding spectacle. His jaw tightened as the attendants cinched the last strap; pride and dread braided themselves in his chest. He had seen Elise conquer rooms with a glance, shatter rivals with a sentence, but this... ” (11,994 words)
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An Ophugalian shape-shifter joins Star Patrol
I could have published this 20K word story as a short book, but instead am sharing it with my followers in six posts. I will be posting a new chapter approximately each week. Chapter One is primarily an introduction of Officer Shifter and sets up the situation and context for the rest of the chapters.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not... ” (1,698 words)
“Part 4 – Decisions
Stone floors really weren’t made to be slept on, Catherine thought for perhaps the thousandth time on the night. Still, with how sleep deprived and exhausted she was, she should be asleep by now. It had been at least a few hours since Lia left her chained to the wall in this tiny stone room filled with the devices of her nightmares and dreams. In the total blackness of her cell, her mind roiled with turmoil. Thoughts crashing in violent waves across her mind.
Like much of her fantasies come to life over the past few days, now was a perplexing mix of emotions. These last few days had been surreal. She’d gotten to live out fantasies long held and that she never expected to be realized. It had been wonderfully arousing, and yet many of those dream moments had turned out to be less fun when made reality. The drudgery of being a prisoner, the constant ache, the denial of pleasure, and the cutting pain, all mixing in a strange fusion that left... ” (7,973 words)
“Lillian found herself lying atop a round table, completely naked with her legs spread as far as she could make them go. She was vaguely aware that this was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this--had never done anything this brazen, just…dirty. But she also knew she had to stay right where she was. She didn't know why and found it impossible to even think about why. The man had told her to lay here, so she did. Looking around Lillian could see that other women apparently had the same thought. Two that she could see without altering her position (which she must not do without being told to!) were in chairs watching her and a woman on the next table: human centerpieces.
Three other women were kneeling on the bank of couches beyond the next table, but she couldn't see them. Like her, they had their hands behind their heads, fingers interlaced as if they were being arrested. The woman next to her looked beautiful. Blonde hair spilling over the table. She was face down with only her... ” (3,860 words)
“2. Stamina
Caught
"It's called a chastity cage,"
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
"…and it's going to help you with your self-control."
She opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a set of keys. Were they in there the whole time? Then, climbing up on the bench, she unlocked the cuffs. My tired arms slumped. I pulled the ballgag out of my mouth, not even bothering to unbuckle it; just let it hang wet around my neck. I dropped to the floor, my hands shaking as I desperately released my ankles.
She was foolish enough to turn her back to me.
I pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. My hand on her breast, my mouth pressed against hers - I wanted to CONSUME her. She grabbed my head with both hands, and with all her strength pushed me back.
"Easy, silly boy," a condescending smile. She tapped her finger nail against the plastic cage, "self-control, remember?”
Oh right. Fuck.
“Now get dressed. I've got... ” (2,129 words)
“Finally, it was Saturday. I haven't done a self-bondage session in months! But today was the day, I wouldn't be called to work overtime and I didn't have to attend some hangout or other.
An entire day, all to myself!
For some context, I rent a small apartment, which unfortunately sucks up a majority of my paycheck. I do not have the dough to indulge in much bondage equipment, but I did save up enough (money and courage) to buy a bog-standard red ball-gag, a thin collar and a venus butterfly a while back.
Another thing you should know is that I love the feeling of helplessness from my predicaments and the texture of restraints on my skin. Most of my other equipment consists of tape, belts and zip ties, which I've mostly bought for dirt-cheap from Chinese websites, you know the ones.
The luke-warm Autumn afternoon was the start of my adventure. My apartment was small, but it nonetheless did have a tiny balcony. There, under a heavy flower pot I put an inconspicuous... ” (2,646 words)
“The Maidbot's Duty
The steam from the oversized bathtub curled lazily into the air, carrying the faint scent of lavender soap and chamomile—Mrs. Hargrove's attempt at restoring some semblance of normalcy to the chaos that had unfolded in her kitchen. Valerie and Jessie sat submerged up to their shoulders in the warm water, the foam bubbles gently caressing their skin, as they exchanged tentative glances across the sudsy divide, the weight of their shared secrets dissolving into the steam like whispers carried away by the rising mist, leaving only the soft rhythm of their breaths to bridge the silence between confession and absolution.
How did it come to this? The question looped in Eleanor’s mind, not with the sharp accusation she'd hurled at the maidbot earlier—Stupid machine, how could you not know?—but with a softer, more insidious curiosity. She'd returned from that interminable luncheon, pearls still warm against... ” (5,474 words)
“Chapter 11
Elise swirled the spoon in her coffee, her eyes alight with barely contained excitement as she leaned forward across the small café table. The rich aroma of roasted beans filled the air, but it was nothing compared to the intoxicating thrill that buzzed in her veins. Across from her, Alexandru watched her with an amused smirk, fingers tapping idly against his cup as he waited for her to speak.
"I can’t even begin to tell you how perfect last night was," Elise finally exhaled, her voice laced with glee. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined. Nadia was utterly divine."
Alexandru chuckled, raising a brow. "Oh? Do tell. She did seem very eager for this little meeting."
Elise’s smile widened as she brought her phone to the table, tapping the screen. "I filmed it, you know. The moment she realized she had no way out. The way she licked my feet, humbled and desperate, whispering those delicious words - ‘Queen of Rubber.’... ” (6,376 words)
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if... ” (4,279 words)
“1. Set-up
"Stand over here for me, legs apart…"
I lined up my feet with the cuffs.
"How does that stance feel? Is it awkward, uncomfortable?"
"Maybe a little wide…?" I said.
She repositioned the chains, moving the cuffs closer together.
"Yeah, that's better," I said.
"Good, good. Hands above your head…? Yeah, that looks okay."
I nodded.
"Alright, pretty self-explanatory: ankles go in those ones, hands in the handcuffs, blindfold over your eyes, ballgag in your mouth. Obviously, do those last two before the handcuffs."
I nodded again, and smiled nervously.
"Is that all… okay?" she asked, hopeful.
I thought for a second, "I dunno…this all seems a bit… kinky."
She rolled her eyes, "just shut up and take your clothes off."
We both burst out laughing. It helped take the edge off.
"Okay, I'm going to change," then looking back, "I can't wait to see you all chained up…"
The way... ” (2,346 words)
“Fantasies cannot simply be dismissed. They exist and form one of the pillars of a person’s psyche. Jill was a woman who desperately yearned to experience the thrill of being a sex slave. She had heard stories of foreign countries where sex slavery was legal, and she longed to experience that freedom for herself. Her fantasies took in the stories she found and they backstopped her fantasies and desires. It became a need, not just a desire to experience sex l submission to the level a sex slave knows.
Jill was 32 years old, a blond woman with northern European features though she was from Boston. She was 5’5” tall, slender with a mostly athletic figure because of her exercise regimen though her somewhat large firm tits made it uncomfortable for running, but was a favorite feature with her lovers. She was between relationships having dumped her most recent boyfriend of over two years just three months earlier. She was a confirmed heterosexual and didn’t... ” (5,965 words)
“Part 3 – Hard Labour
Catherine grunted as she hefted another sodding river stone into the wooden cart. Lia hadn’t been joking when she warned there would be hard labour today. For the past few hours, Catherine sweated and toiled under the summer sun, loading large rocks from a pile laying beside a decaying stone wall. It wasn’t some magnificent castle wall, though. No, the small old structure she had willingly been held prisoner in by the younger German woman didn’t have grandiose stone ramparts. Outside of the gatehouse, the walls were actually wooden, in fact. A reproduction of what had once been there.
No, the stone wall next to her was a much more recent construction. Lia had slipped back into tour guide mode during a brief explanation that morning of Catherine’s task for the day. Lia had recounted that the chest high stone wall in need of dire repair was actually from the 19th century when a wealthy aristocrat had called the site home.... ” (4,718 words)
“Valerie had asked Jessie to come over while her parents were away and to spend some time hanging out. She suggested that they could spend time by the pool and listen to some music, chat and have fun. Jessie had been friends with Valerie since high school, and both had recently graduated and were onto the next stage of their lives. Valerie would be going to college, while Jessie was hoping to find a better job than waitressing, like her mother.
Upon arriving at Valerie’s large house—more a mansion than her own humble home in Jessie’s eyes—she was met at the door by one of the maidbot’s that her family owned to run things. Dressed in their crisp maid uniforms, they always looked magnificent to Jessie, who was more used to the greasy apron that she wore at the diner. The house was kept spotless by the maidbot’s, and she often wondered what it would be like to be one, but that’s another story.
“Hi, Jessie. Great to see you again.... ” (11,421 words)
“Chapter 10
Nadia stood before Evelyn’s office door, her gloved fist raised but frozen mid-air. She had spent the week lost in spirals of anxiety, replaying the moment she had agreed to Elise’s challenge over and over in her head. The hallway around her hummed with Abyss’s usual ambiance, low bass, muffled laughter, the occasional clink of crystal glasses, but here, outside Evelyn’s sanctuary, the atmosphere seemed heavier, quieter, like the building itself was holding its breath. The full-face latex mask sealed tightly against her skin, sweat beaded along her spine beneath the rubber catsuit, trapped and inescapable. She swallowed hard, the taste of latex filling her mouth, and finally knocked.
"Enter." Evelyn’s voice was calm, detached, as though she had been expecting this.
The office was colder than the hall, though not enough to ease Nadia’s overheating skin. The walls were velvet black, the light dim and golden, casting... ” (8,353 words)
“Chapter 1 – Danielle, Sarah’s Mom
Sarah’s mom Danielle considered herself bi with a heavy leaning toward lesbianism. Danielle was a woman standing 5’8” with a very shapely C cup pair of firm tits with nipples that stood up a bit pointy. She kept her pussy bald because her lovers hated fur in their mouth when they ate her, and she wanted to be considerate. Henry stood 6’ with only an average cock, but because of their love they said that size didn’t matter. They were open minded sexually and neither were possessive.
Danielle had Sarah two years into the marriage.
Danielle had a series of lesbian affairs during her marriage which Henry didn’t mind. He only didn’t want her fucking men, which she never did without Henry’s insistence. That happened only a few times during some swinging parties they attended early in their marriage. Back then, Danielle was open to try most anything.
At their first... ” (8,039 words)
“Continues from chapter 11
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Slave shishi experiences the room of pain with her master.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.... ” (5,291 words)
“Continues from chapter 10
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Slave shishi finds out who has been truly using her.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.... ” (1,565 words)
“Part 2 – A Longer Stay
Even after hours like this, it was still so strange to Catherine to have her eyes wide open, but to see absolutely nothing. The darkness made time twist. She knew she had been here for quite a while, but there was no way for her to actually know how long it had been since Lia left, since she was left to live out her fantasy of being a prisoner suffering in a dungeon. The hours had been both the best and worst that Catherine thought she had ever endured in her 31 years among the living.
At first, the darkness and her self-imposed bondage were exquisite. She had pulled and strained with her wrists and ankles, trying to wrench them free of the old wooden stocks she was “borrowing” from the castle museum. She imagined herself a poor innocent peasant woman accused of witchcraft awaiting her sentence. She imagined the scold’s bridle had been meant to silence her from defending herself in word or by spell, the metal tongue depressor of... ” (6,361 words)
“Part 22
Chapter 100: Persephone
‘Seriously, thank you for rescuing me.’ Persephone said as they crept along the street outside the wall of Tabatha’s house. ‘It really was getting a bit much being used as a battery charger for that bloody woman’s wands. And that fucking elf always had cold hands!’
‘Were you in there the whole time?’
‘Only when I was here on trips obviously. Though I assume the AI was running it when I wasn’t,’ Persephone said.
‘Why did you keep coming back?’ Ellie asked even as she squirmed with pleasure at the thought of being dominated so utterly. ‘Why didn’t you just get another character?’
‘Oh, you know, pride, I suppose. I guess I hoped one day I’d get out and I really liked being a Seductress…up to that point anyway. The chances of ever generating the right stats again were tiny.’
‘One in seven... ” (7,055 words)
“Justin was bored. Here he was, sat alone in his dorm room, in the middle of Spring Break while the rest of his classmates were partying it up in Cancun. How had it come to this? Only a couple of weeks ago Justin had a girlfriend and a guaranteed place on the trip. Then he managed to mess it all up. Justin couldn’t face the prospect of seeing Maddy so soon after their break-up (or see her potentially hook up with other guys) so he’d sold his ticket to his otherwise reclusive roommate. He’d used the money from the ticket to buy himself a new gaming laptop. The idea was to distract himself while everyone else was away having a great time. Except there was one problem: it still hadn’t arrived.
Justin had already resigned himself to the fact he’d probably spend the whole week just watching Netflix and wanking when he heard a knock at the door. He almost couldn’t believe himself when he heard the noise: it was finally here! Justin rushed to the... ” (6,399 words)
“1 - My first kiss
I lean my chin on my hand as I look out of the cafe window. Thinking back about the past year. Maybe I should give my dad a call? Visit him? See if he’s still an asshole? Meh… That doesn’t need checking, he’ll never change.
Almost a year has passed since he kicked me out of the house. When he found the one skirt I owned back then he called me a crossdressing homo and told me I wasn’t his son anymore. That came as quite a shock at first. In the following fight he kicked me out of the house. For 3 days I was homeless with nowhere to go. Fortunately I have since been able to find a place to stay. I’m renting some guys' basement apartment. Nobody came looking for me either so I guess I got a fresh start at life.
I couldn’t find a job, so I’ve created an Onlyfans. I had my first follower within a day and every day more would sign up. At first I believed I was making a smart choice, but really I... ” (15,144 words)
“Part 6
As the days blurred into the crisp chill of late October, Jackie found herself counting down not just to the weekend rituals that had become their sacred rhythm, but to something more personal—Tom's birthday. It was a quiet milestone, one they'd always marked with simple indulgences: a favorite meal, a bottle of aged whiskey, and the deepening layers of their shared world. But this year, with the display case's ingenious turntable now a fixture in the office, Jackie felt a spark of mischief ignite. She wanted to make it unforgettable, to turn his special day into a canvas for her devotion.
A few evenings before, as they lounged on the couch with takeout containers scattered like confetti, Jackie nestled against him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Your birthday's coming up," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with intent. "What do you want this year? Name it, the sky's the limit."
Tom chuckled, his arm tightening around her shoulders,... ” (5,728 words)
“Chapter 9
Four days later, they met again. Evelyn swirled her glass of crimson wine slowly, the liquid catching the dim glow of Abyss’s lounge. Across from her, Elise leaned forward, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the tabletop. There was an intensity in her gaze, a hunger that Evelyn had come to recognize all too well.
Elise was ready to explain all the details of how she intended to change the existing black rubber coffin’s design. The club's mistress had demanded specifics. She wanted to know exactly how it would be different from the standard black rubber coffin.
Evelyn regarded her with interest, swirling a glass of deep red wine in her hand. "You have my attention, Elise. Now tell me - how does your vision refine what we already have? How does it elevate our beloved coffin beyond mere imprisonment?"
Elise leaned forward, her smirk sharpened with excitement. "Inspired by our beloved black rubber coffins, yes, but this is something…... ” (8,268 words)
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Slave shishi labors under a new dome.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the tenth chapter. I will be posting the final two chapters next week.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or... ” (4,411 words)
“Part 1
Standing outside a castle in Germany on a warm summer day, Catherine couldn’t wait for the scheduled tour. She stood with a group of maybe fifteen others by the gates though she highly doubted anyone here was excited in the same way she was. Catherine had visited an untold number of European castles and manors over the years to indulge in a particularly peculiar pastime of hers. She came to these places not for the architecture or the history, though often she did find such things fairly interesting. No, she came to these places to satisfy her need for a very specific fantasy. Since as far back as she could remember, Catherine had been enraptured by medieval dungeons and torture devices.
Over time, that morbid fascination intermingled with her sexual awakening as a woman, and she found herself drawn to fantasies of being held prisoner in dark cold castle dungeons and subjected to the most terrible of torments the barbaric past had dreamt up. Of course, these were... ” (4,945 words)
“Prologue
If your BDSM reading preference is getting right to the action, followed by more action and nothing but action, you might want to skip this writing. I offer that suggestion as this is a true story of CNC play that details what happened to me over a long three days, so there are lots of facts, backstory, physical descriptions and personal thoughts that go along with the strict bondage and sexual abuse I received, i.e. to some it is a long read. Still, I’m told many BDSM enthusiasts find it intriguing as well as stimulating to read a real story over a fictional one. That said, I think you’ll find this one has more than enough action during its course. Some parts may even be hard to believe, but it all happened.
Personally, I’d rather no one read this as it is humiliating to share what they did to me and how I was forced to service other men. It is written and posted simply because one of the provisions of my servitude contract is that I must... ” (46,907 words)
“After a year of college in the dormitory where roommates are assigned and not chosen, Jill, now 19 felt that she’d like to have a roommate that would be a better match. Jill got along with her first year roommates, but none really became friends. They all had their own separate interests.
Jill never thought of herself as hot or beautiful, but her lovers would dispute that. They would consider her very sexy with her short blond hair, blue eyes and firm C/D cup tits with pointy nipples with well defined pink areolas. She always kept her slave cunt bald as would be required of her by an owner, she imagined.
Jill went to college because it was the thing to do, not that she had a particular career goal. Her parents wanted her to have a full liberal arts education and they insisted she attend the college and paid for everything so she didn’t have financial limitations. Jill’s parents were a pair of lawyers who worked in the same law firm and had very little time... ” (7,182 words)
“Part 5
The following weekend, Tom’s garage hummed with the familiar clatter of tools, his latest project taking shape in secrecy. Inspired by Jackie’s deepening fascination with dungeon-inspired confinement, he crafted a new metal frame, its design deceptively simple at first glance. The sturdy steel structure, finished in the same matte black as the gibbet cage, featured adjustable padded cuffs dangling from posts and bars, hinting at its purpose. Its true ingenuity lay in its versatility—once Jackie was secured, the frame could expose and restrain her in uncharted ways that she hadn’t yet experienced.
Saturday morning arrived, and Tom’s commanding voice broke the quiet over breakfast. “Today, I want you in the office, dressed in a corset, stockings, but without underwear,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Jackie’s pulse quickened, her mind racing with anticipation as she nodded eagerly. After preparing herself in... ” (2,745 words)
“Part 3
Okay, Athena, this is really happening. Fuck! Her mind raced, trying to understand the night, Jules, and even her own actions. She knew she was too emotional to really start a play session. She, and probably Jules, needed to calm down a bit. But that gag, the corset, the way the leather hugged that beautiful idiot’s face, a face that still left her feeling a little angry, to be truthful. Anger and BDSM play are a bad combination, she reminded herself. She needed to let everything settle, to see if she could get into a more appropriate headspace.
Cleaning the mess from the workday proved useful in the effort. Routines were good that way. She had thrown on her headphones, listening to some of her favorite atmospheric and dark songs as she worked. By the time she finished she was sure that the anger was suppressed sufficiently so as to not do something she’d regret, and the music and the mental image of a leather-bound Jules awaiting her was... ” (6,100 words)
“Part 4
Jackie and Tom’s shared passion for their intimate displays had grown steadily, each new creation pushing the boundaries of their trust and creativity. During a recent weekend getaway, they had visited a historic castle, its ancient stone walls steeped in stories of bygone eras. The highlight for both was the dungeon—a dimly lit chamber filled with relics of restraint, from rusted shackles to intricate iron devices. Jackie’s eyes sparkled with fascination as she explored, her fingers tracing the cold metal of chains and cages. Tom noticed her lingering gaze, particularly on a metal gibbet cage suspended from the ceiling, its human-shaped frame both foreboding and captivating. She seemed lost in thought, her breath catching as she imagined herself confined within it.
Tom, ever attentive, leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “What if I locked you in there and left you for the castle ghosts to admire?” he whispered, a playful glint in... ” (3,964 words)
“Chapter 8
The energy in Abyss was electric as Ramona stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The massive book lay open beneath the balance beam, its oversized pages showcasing the eerie illustrations of past victims lost to the cursed tome. The spectators, eager for another dramatic display, held their breath in anticipation. Unlike Camelia, whose fear had sealed her fate, Ramona was determined to succeed.
Evelyn leaned forward in her grand chair, her voice sultry and commanding. "Ramona, the rules remain unchanged. You will cross the balance beam, resisting the temptations and terrors of the book. If you falter, the book claims you, and Abyss will ensure your fate mirrors its illustrations. If you succeed, the prize is yours - 100,000 Lei. A small fortune for a dance of precision and control."
An attendant approached, presenting Ramona with the same cursed footwear - The Ballerina’s Toes. They were identical to what Camelia had worn, with their... ” (8,732 words)
“Continues from chapter 8
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Slave shishi is sent to the horror of the mines.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the ninth chapter. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons... ” (6,479 words)