(F/A) This all started when you confessed your love and I rejected you. So you gagged and tied me up so you could keep me all to yourself and you've been taking photos of me as blackmail. Telling me that everyone will know how much of a slut I am if I r nudes
(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)
(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
(F4A) As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me came into focus, though it felt surreal and distorted. The last thing I remembered was the soothing sensation of warm oil being rubbed into my skin, the gentle pressure of skilled hands kneadi
(F4A) My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as I stood in the mirror. The image staring back at me was a familiar one – a slim, blond 19-year-old woman with bright blue eyes and curves I’d learned to embrace. I smoothed
(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 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
(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
