(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 nudes
Breaking The Story...The Pandora's Box disappearances....an interactive one on one ( Male for Female) roleplay mind control?/hypnosis? Whodunnit Mystery. Will she break the case or will the case break her? @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@####@@@@@#####
(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
(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
(F4A) The carpet fibers tickle my cheek as I strain against the cold steel of the chain. My vision blurs at the edges; the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a physical burden. How did I get here? How could I have been so stupid, so… trus
(F/A) Sure i was too old to be Trick or Treating but i still did it, although right now i wish i didn’t. I knocked on the wrong door, the man behind it grabbed me before I could react and covered my mouth with a dirty rag. I woke up only a few minutes
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
(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€
