(F4A) Me and martin were going through the old boxes in the attic again. Since Mom's passing, he'd been my only family, my only constant, and though our relationship had always been complicated, the duty of going through her things together felt oddly nudes
(F4A)The chill of the basement floor sent a shiver across my exposed skin as I carefully arranged myself on the strange, prison-like metal frame, my mind buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, slightly b
(F4A)In the dim light of the sparse room, I sat on the cool, hard floor, my heart pounding in sync with the clock’s relentless ticking. I never imagined that being the daughter of a powerful diplomat would lead me to this—a pawn in a merciless game o
(F4A) I look in the mirror and see a reflection that feels both familiar and foreign. My hair, once vibrant and full of life, cascades down my shoulders in soft waves. I remember the days when I was a beacon of energy, laughter often spilling from my lip
(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) Me and martin were going through the old boxes in the attic again. Since Mom's passing, he'd been my only family, my only constant, and though our relationship had always been complicated, the duty of going through her things together felt oddly
(F4A) I checked the clock on the wall of the sterile training room—6:00 PM sharp. The sleek, modern room was lined with various high-tech training devices, each one meticulously maintained and sanitized after every session. The metallic sheen of the eq
I’m the virgin daughter of a rich merchant, captured by a bandit. My father hires you to come save me, and you find the bandit right before he can fuck me. You fight him and win but I don’t know who won from where I’m bound and blindfolded in the o
(F4A)I never thought this would be my reality. Every day, the reflection of my subdued expression in the cold, unforgiving metal serves as a constant reminder of how far I have drifted from the life I once knew. My name is Emily, and I am entrapped in a
