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Literature
Sacrifice
Warning: This story contains DiD, bondage and cults! If any of these things offend you, please don't read this! I should have never shown up to the meeting, Clara Genesis thought to herself as she shivered in the cold air of the old church. The reason she was cold was that she was clad only in white lingerie - the underwear she had bought in preparation for her wedding night before her fiancé left her for another woman - matching bra and panties with a delicate lace pattern, and silky sheer stockings. Well, one stocking. The other was stuffed in her mouth and held in place with a huge red ballgag, making sure any protests as to her predicament were reduced to muffled moans. What was her predicament, you may ask? Well, Clara was tied (very tightly I may add), with rope the same colour as her gag, to the altar. Sinfully bright red ropes crisscrossed across her smooth, pale skin, holding her arms in a secure box-tie behind her back, and keeping her legs in a kneeling position in a
Literature
The contract, Part 3
Being stopped by police isn't something either Jonathan or Clara have thought about, yet here they were in that exact position.
"So, what is going on here?" the officer says again, getting impatient. John knows the best thing to tell is the truth, but how is he to explain it without sounding like a criminal?
"Mm-mmph!"
Both men's gazes are drawn to the bound Clara. She is looking up at John. And she doesn't stop mmphing into her gag. It doesn't take long before John, despite his confused state of mind, understands what she wants.
He reaches down towards her, but in no time at all, the officer has his gun out and pointed straight
Literature
My fantasy part 1
The doorbell rings. Lazily, I get up from the computer and head down. Once there, I open the door.
My eyes go wide in surprise as I see who it is. It's my girlfriend. We haven't talked in almost a week. I had told her about my secret interest in bondage, and it seemed like she was avoiding me from that point on.
"Why are you here?" I ask nervously. I notice the large duffel bag she is carrying.
"To surprise you" she says with a smile, like if nothing ever happened between the two of us.
"In a good or bad way?" I wonder, but keep that in my thoughts.
She just steps inside and goes upstairs to my room.
"Are you coming?" she
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Great job as always! I've particularly enjoyed the descriptions. Please do carry on! 