(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
(f4A) The mansion was eerily quiet, the polished wooden floors reflecting the light streaming through the tall, arched windows. The elder Mr. Davenport had left for a cruise, leaving his son in charge. At twenty, working as a maid for such an influential
(F4AplayingF)The studio lights were blinding. "Just a few more, darling," Veronica purred, her voice a silken promise that sent shivers down my spine, though not the pleasant kind. I tried to smile, to appear confident, but the heavy leather collar bit
(F/A) My photography teacher, who I must admit I had a huge crush on, approached me for help in exchange for extra credits. He needed help with a project and wanted me as the model for the shoot. I agreed not realising what I was getting myself into.
(FF4AplayingF)Standing before the sprawling mansion, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of intimidation and allure. The invitation from the mysterious woman with jet-black hair had been impossible to resist, especially with the whispers of her exclusive ga
(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
When we started the internship at the law firm, they told us only half of us would earn a job but the rest of would be ‘taken care of’, I just didn’t realize that would mean being forced to a submissive trophy wife for one of the winners
(F/A) This all started when you confessed your love and I rejected you. So you gagged and tied me up so you could keep me all to yourself and you've been taking photos of me as blackmail. Telling me that everyone will know how much of a slut I am if I r
(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
