(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 nudes
(F4A) The heavy iron cuffs bit into my wrists, linked by a thick chain that felt like a lead weight dragging me down. My ankles were similarly bound, the cold metal a constant reminder of my helplessness. Twenty-six years old, and here I was, kneeling on
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) 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
The ad in the local paper was weird, even for this town. "Models Wanted - Unique Opportunity." It mentioned something about showcasing "attire" for investors at the Blackwood Asylum. The pay was ridiculously good, though, triple what I usually make f
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
(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
(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
(F4A) Within the dimly lit basement, the rough edges of concrete pillars loom around me like silent sentinels. The industrial-style light hanging overhead casts an intense beam on my form, making the shadows dance on the unfinished walls. My breathing is
