Fetish stories that don’t shy away from the perverted & raw side of BDSM. Containment, submission, obedience and unavoidable brainwashing the fights the victims have are futile. Layer up in your fetish outfit, sit back and let each word sink in as you become more and more ready for your new purpose…
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The Zipper On My Back
After coming home from a long day’s work, my daily routine of shedding the stress in the shower is a welcome respite. The steam envelops me this evening as I step beneath the warm cascade of water. The sound of droplets echoing off the tiled walls calms me down. With…
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A Rival’s Latex Shorts
The locker room smelled of sweat, mildew, and the faint chemical sting of antiseptic. Most of the team had already cleared out, leaving only the steady hum of the ventilation system and the occasional drip from the vacant shower area. Alex sat on the wooden bench, unlacing his skates, while…
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Meeting The Biker Master – Ch. 3
His large hands clung possessively to my rubberised shoulders as I was manoeuvred down the stairs into the dark basement. The leash end occasionally tapped against my thighs with each descending step, as it hung loosely from my rubber collar. In front of me was a sea of pure darkness…
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Enforced Life Of A Clean-Up Drone – Ch. 2
He was to be retrained using his own lust as the foundation for his new altered state. This meant that he wouldn’t just simply obey commands, but that he would associate the act of obedience with sexual pleasure. Theo cried out in despair, although this time, there was a lilt…
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Meeting The Biker Master – Ch. 2
There was a dull, sickly feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or the car’s movement over the winding roads. The large gag lodged deep in my mouth wasn’t helping as a slight wave of nausea overcame me. My limp body was suddenly thrown to…
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Enforced Life Of A Clean-Up Drone
Theo shivered in nervous anticipation. He felt a deep distress in his core. Hungry, tired, and anxious, his palms gripped the bench, fingers digging into the harsh metal. A heavy-duty harness bound him in place. The bulky straps pressed against his shoulders and waist. Held in an unforgiving X-brace, his…
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A Vision In Tight Lycra
The light rain taps against my window roughly half an hour after the sun sets. It trickles down the panes of glass, leaving residual droplets in its wake. The potted plants I keep on my narrow balcony are no doubt relieved from the baking sun earlier that summer’s day. Inside…
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My Enforced Dog Life
The world around me comes into focus as I wake. I feel exhausted despite having had a deep sleep. I roused dozens of times throughout the long night. My body aching, my muscles on fire from the uncomfortable position that I’ve sorely become used to. I groan through the ache,…
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A Prisoner To My Own Mind – Ch. 2
Chapter 02: Reality Check As I awoke the next day, sunlight streaming through my blinds, I tossed the duvet aside and reached for my phone. It screeched out a deafening alarm, summoning me to start my day. I lobbed it out of reach, groggily rising from the sheets and breathing…
