(F4A) I lie here, the soft cushion beneath me a stark contrast to the harsh reality of my predicament. My wrists, bound tightly behind my back, ache from the constant pressure of the rope. The gag in my mouth, woven and slightly rough, presses against my nudes
My first big task was go undercover to investigate financial crimes. I managed to get a job, working for the suspect, but one day, I was kidnapped leaving the office. When I woke up, I tied up at the suspect’s home. Apparently, he knew my identity the
(F4A) The leather of the gag chafed against my lips, the metallic tang of the spreader bar a constant reminder of my current predicament. Just a few months ago, I was Sarah, a fresh-faced 21-year-old eager to prove myself. Now, I barely recognized the fr
(F4A) The night had started with excitement and anticipation cracking in the air like static. The shimmering fabric of my dress caught the dim light of our apartment, making me feel alluring and confident. I had dressed up for what was supposed to be an
(F4AplayingF) I was brimming with excitement as I stepped into Christina's sprawling home. Her entryway was garnished with elegant pieces of art, each one telling a story of sophistication and allure. The house, like Christina herself, was captivatingâ€
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
[F4A] I want to be a babysitter which get tricked into some games that included getting her tied up. And now im just lying only in my panties hogtied and gagged. Looks like I was getting tortured a lot. There still a carrot in my butt held inside by my p
(F4A) As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me came into focus, though it felt surreal and distorted. The last thing I remembered was the soothing sensation of warm oil being rubbed into my skin, the gentle pressure of skilled hands kneadi
(F4A) The rope bites into my wrists as they stretch towards the dark posts of the bed. Standing with my arms and legs spread wide, I feel the familiar tension in my muscles—both a constant companion and an ominous reminder of my current situation. The