Website Migration Update
I moved the website to a new host, which I think will be more tolerant of the content this website hosts. Nevertheless, I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that the stories and content posted here MUST follow website rules, as it it not only my policy, but it is the policy of the hosts that permit our website to run on their servers. We WILL continue to enforce the rules, especially critical rules that, if broken, put this sites livelihood in jeapordy.
A new story (?/M)
A new story (?/M)
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Still haven't figured out how to post a story without a link
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bondagefreak
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You just need to select the text and copy/paste it into a post.
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I don't know how. Could it be because I'm using a cellphone?
I don't know how. Could it be because I'm using a cellphone?
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tiedinbluetights
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If you google "copy paste on cellphone" you will get plenty of explanations on how to do it with a cellphone. However, once pasted into one of these post boxes on this site, please do take the time to format the story correctly to have proper line breaks instead of a single wall of textSyko Sith wrote: 2 months ago @bondagefreak
I don't know how. Could it be because I'm using a cellphone?
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(no discord; no roleplays; no story requests)
I can’t figure out what’s worse. The cold stone floor on my skin. Or the ropes that dig in anytime I move. I do try sometimes. This room is rather dark.
Every time I shift, the ropes remind me of their presence. I move my hands and my feet move too. My groan is severely stifled. There is a ball in my mouth that’s held in by a cloth. It feels like a scarf. I truly have no idea how long I’ve been here.
I have tried to escape multiple times by now. All I’ve accomplished is wearing myself out. It doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I can’t do that. Despite the fact that the ropes refuse to relinquish their embrace of me.
This all started when I decided to become a private investigator. My first case was to find a missing heiress. It seemed simple at the time. There were only two possibilities. The first proved to be the wrong one. I approached the second house and got a clear view of her through a window. Then everything went black.
I slowly became aware of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the light scent of water. Along with a subtle mildew. My eyes opened slowly too. Naturally, I tried to put my hand on my head. That’s when the ropes made themselves known.
I keep struggling despite not getting free. My body rocks from side to side. The most embarrassing part is if I manage to shift until I’m lying on my side, my part would be on display. That’s why the stone floor feels so cold.
My ears must be playing with me. I swear I hear someone walking around above me. Then I hear the steps creaking. It can’t be real. Then again, my predicament is very real. Just at the edge of my vision I see a stunningly beautiful woman.
She’s leaning against a wall, watching me. A satisfied smirk is on her face. She doesn’t say a word. She just watches me struggle. It’s becoming clear that she put me here. She abruptly turns around and I hear her climb the stairs.
It's obvious that I’m not going anywhere. I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I’m not the hero type.
I finally figured it out.!
Every time I shift, the ropes remind me of their presence. I move my hands and my feet move too. My groan is severely stifled. There is a ball in my mouth that’s held in by a cloth. It feels like a scarf. I truly have no idea how long I’ve been here.
I have tried to escape multiple times by now. All I’ve accomplished is wearing myself out. It doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I can’t do that. Despite the fact that the ropes refuse to relinquish their embrace of me.
This all started when I decided to become a private investigator. My first case was to find a missing heiress. It seemed simple at the time. There were only two possibilities. The first proved to be the wrong one. I approached the second house and got a clear view of her through a window. Then everything went black.
I slowly became aware of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the light scent of water. Along with a subtle mildew. My eyes opened slowly too. Naturally, I tried to put my hand on my head. That’s when the ropes made themselves known.
I keep struggling despite not getting free. My body rocks from side to side. The most embarrassing part is if I manage to shift until I’m lying on my side, my part would be on display. That’s why the stone floor feels so cold.
My ears must be playing with me. I swear I hear someone walking around above me. Then I hear the steps creaking. It can’t be real. Then again, my predicament is very real. Just at the edge of my vision I see a stunningly beautiful woman.
She’s leaning against a wall, watching me. A satisfied smirk is on her face. She doesn’t say a word. She just watches me struggle. It’s becoming clear that she put me here. She abruptly turns around and I hear her climb the stairs.
It's obvious that I’m not going anywhere. I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I’m not the hero type.
I finally figured it out.!
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Snozzberry
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That damned mildew will give ya hallucinations every time.
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🖐Tie you up and have my way with you. 
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🖐🖐Especially when you are naked and helpless
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