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(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) 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
(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€
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(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
(FF4A) **Sophia's Perspective:** I remember the first day I stepped into his house. I was seventeen, just a girl tumbling out of the foster system, holding onto the threads of hope that someone out there wanted me. When I met him—our foster father—I