(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 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] 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
(F44) I remember sitting in Professor Sterling's office, feeling so incredibly important. He was this brilliant psychologist, and I, fresh out of high school, was just a freshman trying to find my place. He’d singled me out after class one day, said I
(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.
(F4A) The flashing lights of the convention hall felt like a cruel joke, mocking my confusion and burgeoning panic. Just hours ago, I’d been wide-eyed and excited, clutching my ticket to "Cosplay Mania," a dream come true for a small-town girl like m
[F4M] I want you to be my real daddy…who has always watched me and been affectionate with me and now comes to my bed every chance he gets. Suddenly getting bold and touching my tiny little pussy…I’m super kinky and this kink stems from trauma 🫣
(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
(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