(F4A) I lay on my stomach, the bedspread beneath me a glaring contrast to the horrific situation I find myself in. The red fabric feels soft against my skin, almost mocking me with its comfort while every fiber of my being strains against the brutal real nudes
I was a reporter and was disturbed by the change in my friend’s behavior after she moved to the small town of Stepford so I decided to covertly investigate. I was getting close to the truth but it seems my cover is blown. If didn’t find a way out soo
[Fu4F] You're my girlfriend and you just moved in with me, of course it's the first time we've slept together, you wake up to a slimy, sticky feeling under the duvet. I may have cum involuntarily while sleeping just by cuddling you with a spoon but ex
(F4A) I sat there, feeling the cool leather bite into my skin, slick with perspiration and anticipation—or was it fear? The room was dimly lit, the shadows from the flickering candlelight casting odd shapes across my body, my vulnerability stark agains
(F4M) It was a mistake to play Truth or Dare with my brother friend(s). Now I'm stuck in their basement, bound with speaker wire and a dildo gag shoved down my throat. I wish I would have told someone I was here (Noncon, Heavy Bondage, Slave Training)
(F4A) It was just… there. A big, plain brown box sitting on my doorstep when I got home from my part-time job. No return address, just my name and address printed clearly. Weird, but hey, maybe Mom ordered something? Still, curiosity gnawed at me. I’
(F/A) I had signed up to a companies that kidnaps you, I thought it would be fun. I could experience the thrills of being kidnapped without any of the danger. So when a group of men grabbed me, dragged me to a van and tied me up I enjoyed it. Unfortunate
(F4AplayingM) My head is still swimming a little from the drinks at the bar, but mostly from her. I'd met Sarah just a few hours ago, and it felt like we'd known each other forever. I'm only twenty-one, fresh out of college, and maybe a bit too eager
(F4A) The heavy iron cuffs bit into my wrists, linked by a thick chain that felt like a lead weight dragging me down. My ankles were similarly bound, the cold metal a constant reminder of my helplessness. Twenty-six years old, and here I was, kneeling on