“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 she... ” (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)
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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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“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)
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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)
“Part 21
Chapter 95: Last Night in Thoth
Back in the studio, Ellie let the illusion fall and Honey shimmered back into view. She was cuffed again and he stood looking at her.
‘Ezio,’ Ellie said after a moment’s silence. ‘Do you...' For a moment she was not a Seductress but Ellie Trapp, college student. ‘Do you want to see me again? Outside, I mean...' She cringed inwardly.
‘You are a girl, right?’ He was joking but the comment jarred her.
‘How would you know that I wasn’t lying if I told you?’
‘I trust you,’ he said. ‘And I’ve seen you.’
‘Yes, I’m a girl.’
‘I guessed.’ He smiled. ‘Somehow I knew that was the real you in the square before. And I guess I knew anyway. I have something for you.’ He reached into his coat pocket and produced a small round disc. ‘It’s all in the disc, my details.’... ” (12,697 words)
“Chapter 7
The Abyss was waiting. She had always been meant to walk into it.
The night of the duel arrived with an atmosphere thick with tension and expectation. Club Abyss was packed with eager spectators, their whispers forming an undercurrent to the pulsating music that thrummed through the grand chamber. The stage was set, and at its center stood Nadia and Elise, facing each other under the watchful gaze of Evelyn.
Nadia’s heart pounded. She had trained, she had prepared, but deep down, she knew - Elise would have trained, prepared herself. She would not leave anything to chance. Not after the way she had so gleefully accepted the stakes.
She stepped closer to the edge, her presence filling the room. "Nadia, our resilient challenger, who has already suffered the embrace of rubber night after night, dreams of freedom. Should she triumph tonight, she will reclaim the right to feel, to be touched, to be free - twelve times, over twelve months, her rubber... ” (13,051 words)
“Part 27: Girls Night In the Dungeon Part 2
The nine of them were in their initial bondage. Now it was time for Emma to have fun with each of them individually. That fun would be varied. She would feed the masochistic natures of some of them. Others require a gentler touch, but Emma could be equally sadistic in many cases. She did want to give everyone a good time, but it would be her terms tonight. She had taken the second round of nanites and GiGi was still monitoring everyone. Mistress Cal was playing with Unworthy and occupied until she needed her again. It was time to finish the show.
That meant a certain minion needed to be put back in her place. The villainess would not stand for unruly henchmen. Tramp was getting a bit unruly, especially with the lack of cake. And she would still suffer with no cake tonight because of the evil villainess’s plotting.
Emma squatted in front of the upside-down minion. She was suspended over a bar... ” (10,567 words)
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Slave shishi accompanies Madame Loretta to the slave market.
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 chapter eight. I will be posting a new chapter about every week.
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“Part 4 (Present Day)
The sudden sound of a heavy metal door closing with a dull, metallic clang snapped Claire Devroux out of her admittedly pleasant daydreams and back into the moment, the tightly bound woman actually jumping just a bit in surprise despite the way her heavy restraints forced her to remain kneeling. A motion which actually made her wince ever so slightly as the abrupt twitch made her breasts sway and set the cruelly tight clamps adorning her nipples to wobble painfully while the plugs filling her shifted just enough to press against her very full bladder. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, half in pain and half in arousal, the redhead took as deep a breath as her corset would allow and turned her head as far as she could within the confines of the heavy posture collar she was wearing. Although not exactly surprising, she was nonetheless pleased to see that her mistress had finally returned, the pale brunette padding barefoot down the little hallway that connected... ” (13,399 words)
“The old Victorian house on Elmwood Lane had an air of quiet abandonment, its wraparound porch sagging slightly under the weight of years, and the faded blue shutters creaking in the gentle breeze. The elderly owner had passed away peacefully in her sleep half a year ago, leaving no immediate family to claim the place. The real estate agency, eager to flip it quickly, had contracted Nadia's cleaning crew to strip it bare—remove every trace of the woman's life, bag up the belongings, and leave it gleaming for potential buyers.
As Nadia unlocked the front door with a metallic click, the stale scent wafted out: a blend of dusty lavender from old sachets tucked in drawers, the faint mustiness of aged wood paneling, and a subtle sweetness from jars of homemade preserves that had turned syrupy with time. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, yellowed and brittle at the edges, casting intricate shadows on the hardwood floors scuffed from decades of footsteps. Stacks of... ” (3,820 words)
“Part 2
Darkness enveloped Juliette in more ways than one. The sensory deprivation hood locked on by her own hand provided the literal darkness. But there was a deeper, purer ichor at her core. The blackness that consumed her soul. The melancholy of the past decade blending with the yawning maw of excitement and fear for what lay ahead tonight.
This was the ultimate moment of truth. Eleven years of planning. Eleven years of plotting and hard work to lead to this moment. Eleven years of painful misery fashioned by her across two entwined souls. She dreaded and yearned for this moment. Either her plan succeeded tonight and she could begin to atone for the anguish she created for the woman she so dearly loved, or it failed and she still atoned in a very different way. At this point, having bound herself and locked her restraints on, she had no other option than to await whatever outcome came from her labors. Wait here in a sex shop dressing room. It was beyond absurd, the rational... ” (7,777 words)
“On Saturday afternoon, Ina stood in her parents' water sports shop, surfed the Internet bored and could hardly wait and see that it was time to close the shop so that she could finally go home. Ina hated it, when she had to work in the shop of her parents, but her parents were at a fair this weekend, so that it was her job to keep the business open and to operate the customers. Just when Ina looked at the clock again to see if she could finally close the shop, she heard someone entering the shop. When Ina looked up, she saw a beautiful woman, with gold blonde, medium-length hair that was about the same stature and size as Ina.
The woman came up directly and said: "For my vacation next month, I need a wetsuit to surf. I hope you can help me find a suitable one."
While Ina was still deepened in the sight of the woman, she automatically replied: "I think I can help you if you answer a few questions. Where should it go and how warm should the neoprene suit be? Do you want a... ” (2,629 words)
“Part 3
During the week, while Jackie was busy with her own work, Tom had been consumed by a new project in the garage, his mind buzzing with a vision that would elevate their shared passion. He wanted to surprise Jackie with something extraordinary, a gift that would amplify her love for being bound and displayed. Late nights were spent measuring, cutting, and welding, the clink of tools and the hum of machinery filling the garage as he crafted a sleek glass and metal display case designed specifically for the upright stand. The case was a masterpiece of engineering and aesthetics—polished steel framing four transparent glass panels, with a sturdy base to hold the stand securely. The glass was crystal-clear, ensuring Jackie’s bound form would be visible from every angle, transforming her into a true centerpiece, a living exhibit in their intimate gallery.
Tom worked with meticulous care, ensuring the case was both functional and elegant. The steel frame was... ” (3,849 words)
“Chapter 6
Three months passed in this torment. By the time she finally stepped into Evelyn’s office, dressed in her rubber suit, with the additional full hood she was handed as soon as she entered Abyss, she felt like she was unraveling. Her nights had become an endless cycle of frustration and discomfort, and she knew she couldn’t last an entire year like this.
Evelyn was seated at her desk, poised as always, regarding Nadia with a knowing smirk. "Well, well. I was wondering how long you’d last before coming to me."
Nadia swallowed her pride, standing stiffly before the woman who had orchestrated her latest descent. "I need a way out," she said, her voice low, measured. "The rubber bedding. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore."
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, feigning curiosity. "Oh? But you agreed to the terms so readily, didn’t you?" Nadia clenched her fists. "I want a challenge. A fair one. If I win, I get rid of... ” (10,090 words)
“Continues from chapter 6
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Slave shishi spends another night 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 chapter seven. 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... ” (3,374 words)
“Part 20
Chapter 90: A Woman Scorned
Amanda looked at the small pot in her hand. It was, she thought, a little strange that one could buy or indeed might need to buy vaseline in Fantasia X or, perhaps, there should be an abundant supply of it.
The brandy had given her just a small amount of courage. Being a Level 4 Adventuress who’d just dumped her dominant (or was that domineering?) lover/boss did the rest. The sensation made her partly regret the decision not to go into the wilderness with the warriors; she was sure she could have held her own.
The palace clock struck ten fifteen as she entered the bar.
This wasn’t the hedonistic ambiance of ‘The Pleasure Dome’ but the spit and sawdust of ‘The Forgotten Hero’.
It wasn’t a great name but she hadn’t come to enjoy the comforts of home or fine conversation. She propped herself at the bar and waved to the half-orc barman.
The first shot burned as it went... ” (11,548 words)
“Part 1
The store’s chime went off as the elderly Mr. Greenfield shuffled out. Athena watched the pensioner scurry away, likely her last paying customer of the evening. Mr. Greenfield was a regular, twice a month customer, and always late at night. He had to be pushing 80, but clearly his libido was still intact. Mrs. Greenfield was a lucky woman, mused the goth store clerk.
She tapped at her phone, glancing at the time. Just over twenty minutes to close. With tired eyes, she looked up at the only remaining patrons, though she hardly wanted to use the term. It was a couple, barely out of their teens. They had spent the last forty minutes giggling, ogling, and laughing at everything in the sex shop. Athena let an exasperated sigh rattle from deep within her. She was too fucking tired for this. She’d stayed up all night finishing a freelance piece for some obscure blog. It was a bunch of drivel she had written, but it paid, and thus helped keep the lights on.... ” (9,290 words)