Violet Bound: The OnlyFans Girl’s Submission (M/F) [Final Part Added]

[El_llama]

Hello, kinky smut lovers!

Welcome to the next instalment of the Violet Bound series. You don’t need to have read the first story to enjoy this one, but I’ll drop a link in the comments if you want the full experience. Enjoy!

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I logged into my OnlyFans, VioletMoon, and a sly smile curled on my lips. Ever since I’d slipped deeper into kink, my posts had become hungrier, filthier. The punters, who soon became my subscribers, loved it.

I glanced at the latest picture. A girl in her early twenties stared back. Light brown hair streaked purple, a silver septum ring glinting under soft light. My grin was wicked, one eye winking as my tongue teased my lip. A black leather collar hugged my throat, a chain leash pulled just taut enough to make me look owned. The caption read: “If you punish me, I only get hornier.” Judging by the comment frenzy, it had worked. I smiled, the money my OnlyFans was bringing wasn’t enough to drag me out of the financial blackhole that going to university, and cutting ties with my family, had put me in. But it was a start.

A notification pinged…a tip. I clicked. £600. From Lucas.
My stomach fluttered. My mind flashed back to our last “date”; how he’d recognised me, lured me into his hotel suite with money, and left me bound, drooling, screaming in pleasure. My toes curled at the memory of straining helplessly against my bonds, his voice calm, unhurried, as if I’d always belonged to him.

Under the tip was a simple message: "6pm. Cosmopolitan Hotel. Room 275. Wear the collar."
I bit my lip and typed, “Heyyy. Just saw your tip. You’re back in town?”
Minutes passed. His reply: “Yes. 6pm. Don’t forget the collar.”
I huffed, tossing my phone aside. Typical Lucas. No details. No small talk. Just orders. My fingers skimmed my bare arm, lingering. Was it the money drawing me back… or the way he made me feel like I didn’t have a choice? “Maybe both.” I muttered to myself

Evening came. The Cosmopolitan lobby was sleek and hushed. The receptionist barely glanced up before buzzing me through to the lifts. My reflection stared back from the mirrored wall as I ascended. I’d left the collar hidden in my rucksack, I was never going to wear it in public. In its place: a black hoodie over a cropped white top, grey cargos, and red Converse. Hardly seductive. But if he wanted more, he should’ve asked.

My pulse was racing by the time I reached room 275. I double-checked the number on my phone, and knocked. Lucas answered. Exactly as I remembered. Tall, broad, tanned skin stretched over defined muscle. Cropped dark hair peppered with grey at the temples, neat stubble framing a mouth that always smiled like he already owned the room. He wore charcoal trousers and a crisp white shirt, collar open, sleeves rolled to his forearms. “Violet,” he said smoothly. “Glad you could make it on such short notice.”
I stepped past him, inhaling that familiar scent, warm vanilla with a sharpness beneath, like smoke.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t doing anything else,” I replied lightly, though my chest felt tight just being near him.
The suite was immaculate: floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city skyline, a king-size bed dressed in crisp white linen, a gleaming minibar, everything polished and deliberate. I raised a brow. “Aren’t you worried about people seeing what we’re doing with all these windows?”
Lucas smirked, leaning against the bed. “Oh, so you’re eager to get tied up already?”
I scoffed, waving a hand, trying to hide the excitement brewing beneath the skin. “Pffft.”
“I’ll pull the curtains,” he teased. “Wouldn’t want any low-flying helicopters or curious giraffes peeking in.”
I laughed despite myself, but the humor faded. “So… why am I here? What’s the plan?”
His eyes locked on mine, unblinking. “I want to tie you up,” he said simply. “I liked last time. I think you did too.”
Heat bloomed low in my belly. My throat went dry. “Yeah…” I murmured, glancing down, “…tie me up then.”
His voice dropped, calm but commanding. “Say please. And undress. Bra and panties.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.

Moments later, I knelt on the bed, clad in just a purple bra and black boy shorts, skin tingling with anticipation. My voice trembled as I looked up at him. “Tie me up then… please.”
Lucas walked over to a chair and pulled a thick bundle of soft, red cotton rope from his bag. “Remember the safety gestures?” he asked.
“Mmhmm,” I nodded, heart fluttering.

He motioned for me to turn around, and I obeyed, still kneeling. I felt his hands cross my wrists behind me, fingers gentle but firm as he bound them snugly with rope. A soft sigh escaped me as he picked up the next length, folding it neatly before looping it beneath my breasts. The rope pressed warm and soft against my skin as he pulled it tight, then shifted it higher, weaving it carefully above my chest. His touch was steady, deliberate, as he knotted it off and guided the rope over my left shoulder, underneath the lower loop, then over my right shoulder. The harness tightened across my chest, pressing my breasts forward, making me moan softly. My tongue darted out as I smiled, testing my bonds, revelling in their snug hold.

Not yet finished, Lucas paused, eyes darkening with intent. He eased me back slightly, and I felt my boy shorts slip down as he kept his gaze locked on mine. With slow precision, he lifted my left ankle, guiding it toward my hip. The rope followed his lead, wrapping tight around my ankle and thigh, folding me into a restrictive frogtie. I watched the ropes climb, constricting, binding, until the final knot secured me utterly. Then he mirrored the bind on my right leg. I was helpless, immobile, and completely his.

I struggled in my bonds, knowing there was no escape but savouring the helplessness. I shifted closer to Lucas, clumsy in my ropes, offering him a wry smile. Leaning forward, I closed my eyes, silently begging for a kiss. His hand slid to the side of my head, gentle but deliberate, guiding me to his lips. The first kiss was soft, teasing. I whimpered and leaned in again. What followed was molten; a messy, consuming make-out that stole the air from my lungs. My tongue tangled with his, desperate and needy. His hands roamed my body with infuriating precision, touching just enough to ignite a craving for more. I writhed against my restraints, wrists twisting, aching to grab hold of him, but bound and helpless I could only take what he gave me.

When he finally pulled back, I stayed there on my knees, breathless, giving him wide, pleading eyes. He straightened slowly, smoothing his shirt cuffs, taking a measured breath.
“We need to talk,” he said, voice calm but edged with steel. “About your behaviour.”
The air shifted. My stomach dropped. “Wha…?”
“I treat you like a princess,” he continued, unhurried, “and you still find ways to disrespect me. Is that fair?”
“I… what? What are you talking about?” I stammered.
His eyes flicked to my bare neck. “For example, where’s the collar I told you to wear?”
“It’s in my bag,” I admitted, heat creeping to my cheeks. “I thought… it would be weird to wear it in public.”
“I didn’t ask why,” he said flatly, stepping toward my bag. “You disobeyed me.”
He unzipped it, pulling out the thick leather collar. The padlock at the back jingled softly in his hand. “Where’d you get this?”
“A subscriber bought it for me. He’s… sweet.” The collar closed around my throat in a smooth motion. I heard the padlock click as he locked it, and I saw him pocket the key.
“Funny,” he murmured, leaning closer, “do you talk to them the way you talk to me?”
“Erm… yes?” The lie came out thin, unconvincing.
His lips curved, not in amusement but in warning. “I don’t believe you.” He tilted his head, dark eyes drilling into me. “Tell me your phone passcode. I’ll see for myself.”
My heart lurched. “Fuck off. No way!” I squirmed in the ropes, testing them even though I knew I couldn’t get free.
He leaned in, his whisper sharp as a blade against my ear. “You’ll tell me that passcode… and then you’ll apologize for being such a brat.”

Lucas picked up another length of rope, his movements deliberate, almost lazy in their confidence. He folded it in half, threading the midpoint through the steel ring on the front of my collar. The tug was firm, coaxing a soft gasp from my throat as he made me shuffle toward the headboard. Every movement felt clumsy and vulnerable, the ropes already holding my body hostage. I grunted softly with the effort, feeling the subtle pull of my bonds with every shift.

At the headboard, he tied the rope off to one of the sturdy wooden slats, leaving me tethered upright. I stayed still, breathing shallowly, feeling the weight of his gaze linger on me. My chest rose and fell in anticipation as I waited for whatever came next. I watched him take, purposeful steps across the room. The rustle of fabric. The faint click of a zipper. When he returned. He placed something soft on the bed beside me, and then, from behind, I felt the whisper of silk against my temple. A length of smooth black satin slid across my face, cool and teasing. He lowered it over my eyes with slow precision, his fingers brushing my hairline, tucking a stray strand behind my ear before pulling the blindfold snug. Darkness swallowed me whole. My world was now breath, touch, and the faint sound of his breathing behind me. There was a brief pause, then I heard it. The quiet hum of a wand vibrator as he turned it on somewhere out of reach. My pulse quickened. Blind, bound, and tethered, I was entirely his… a toy waiting to be played with exactly how he pleased.

The wand slid between my thighs, pressing firmly against my clitoris. A sharp, helpless moan tore from my throat as pleasure sparked like electricity through every nerve. I couldn’t stop myself; I rocked against it instinctively, grinding for more, each vibration sending ripples of heat deeper and deeper. My breathing turned shallow and ragged. The tension building fast, coiling low in my belly, that sweet, inevitable crescendo… And then it was gone, he’d turned the vibrator off.

I gasped, biting my lip hard enough to sting. My hips twitched in the empty air, desperate to chase what was stolen. “So this is your plan?” I panted, voice already trembling. “This is how you’re going to get the passcode out of me?”
“Mmhm,” Lucas murmured behind me, maddeningly calm. “And we both know it’s going to work.” The wand returned without warning, the vibrations slamming into me again. A moan spilled out, louder this time, as I twisted helplessly in my ropes. Blind to everything but sensation, his voice and the relentless hum became my whole universe. I lost track of time, lost in the rhythm, teetering on the edge… And once more, nothing. The silence was deafening. I whimpered, breathless.
“Are you going to tell me now?” His voice was low, so close to my ear it sent shivers down my spine.
“No…” I gasped, defiant even through the desperation. “Fuck you.” I pulled uselessly against the tether, the collar biting gently into my neck with every movement.
“Okay then.” The wand was back, pressed cruelly against my clit, but this time his free hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the cry that burst out of me.
“Mmmmmph!” My moans vibrated against his palm as I rocked harder, every muscle straining in pleasure and frustration. Bound, blindfolded, gagged by his touch, I was nothing but raw sensation. The pressure inside me tightened, almost painful with how close it was. I felt my pulse hammer in my ears. I was right there, seconds away, teetering…
“MMMMMMPH!” I tried to beg, to scream, but he yanked the vibrator away again, his hand still silencing me. My entire body trembled with need.
“Are you going to tell me your passcode?” His tone was sharp now, commanding.
I shook my head violently against his hand, a pitiful sound caught in my throat. Frustration burned through me. It left me breathless, trembling, desperate for either release, or more punishment.

The wand pressed against me again, a teasing hum that sent sparks racing through my core. But this time, his hand shifted. His thumb pinched my nostrils closed while his palm sealed over my mouth. My breath caught instantly. I tried to moan, tried to protest, but the sounds died against his skin. My heart hammered in my chest, the denial of air colliding with the relentless vibrations between my legs. I was drowning in sensation; panic fluttering at the edges, but laced with intoxicating heat. The adrenaline made everything sharper, dirtier. My body begged for release, trembling under the double assault of restraint and pleasure. I could feel the pressure coiling in my belly, tightening, threatening to snap. I clawed at the sheets behind me, hands twitching in their bonds, desperate to hold him, to signal that I was so close I could taste it. My head turned instinctively, searching for even the faintest sip of air, but it only underlined the truth. I was helpless, completely at his mercy.

And then, right at the brink, the second before I toppled over the edge… he let go. The vibrator vanished, and air rushed into my lungs like fire. I gasped, both for oxygen and out of raw, aching frustration, my chest heaving as my body throbbed with need that had nowhere to go. I rested my forehead against the headboard, trembling.
His breath brushed my ear, and he cooed. “You’re not cumming until you give me the passcode.”
I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to some shred of defiance… but my body betrayed me, still humming with denial. After a long, shaky pause, I whispered, “1473.”

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Part two is on its way, so keep an eye out. Things are only just beginning, and Violet’s about to learn how deep the game really goes. Feedback and thoughts are always welcome!!!

[El_llama]

As promised, here's the earlier instalment for if people wish

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[RopeBunny]

Really good. Liked the back and forth, the building tension and there's some great descriptions of how Violet is thinking/feeling.

Interesting premise, I'll have to go back and read part one

[El_llama]

Hi all! Thank you for the kind comments. Here's the final part, hope you enjoyyyy!

I knelt on the bed in silence; arms bound behind me, secured to the rope harness still snug across my chest, legs folded into a frog tie. The collar around my neck kept me tethered in place, a constant reminder of who was in control. The blindfold kept the world dark. I could only listen. The soft sounds of him moving, the occasional hum of satisfaction. After the way he’d edged me, dragging the passcode out of me with nothing but a toy and a wicked sense of patience… I could only assume he was going through my OnlyFans messages.

Finally, Lucas spoke. His voice was calm, but it cut deep.
"You see, Violet, this is the issue I have. You talk to me like shit… and then you send messages like this to other men."
“I don’t…” I stammered, “they pay for it.”
"More than I’ve paid you?" he asked, too quickly.
I had no answer. He knew it, and I knew it. So I just smiled… tight, bitter, and guilty all at once.

There was a pause. I could hear him shifting behind me, the quiet menace of anticipation thick in the air. Then the bed dipped, “I’ve had enough of your lies,” Lucas murmured, voice close and calm. Before I could protest, something was shoved into my mouth. I grunted in surprise and then frustration when I realised it was my sock. I tried to spit it out, but I already heard the rip of tape. “Mmmmmmmphno,” I moaned. Too late. The sticky press landed over my lips. I moaned in helpless fury as he wound it around my head, again and again, binding the sock in place. Higher with each pass; my chin, my cheeks, just under my nose. I squirmed, heat rising fast between my legs. The tape pressed tight, sealing my gag in. The smell of glue and cotton flooded my nose, a constant reminder of my helplessness.
“Aww,” Lucas cooed, fingers grazing my face, “just a little nose poking through now.”
He gave it a brief pinch, just enough to make me flinch. Just enough to make me ache.


“Okay,” Lucas sighed, rising to his feet. His tone was too calm and that made it worse. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to get punished for every slutty little message you’ve sent. And you’re going to apologise for each one.”
“Mmmmph,” I whimpered into the sock, squirming as I felt his hand caress my bare ass. J, just teasing, stroking, claiming.
“Here’s one,” he murmured, thumbing his phone. “‘I wore this just for you.’ You think that’s acceptable, Violet?”
I shook my head slowly, heart pounding. His hand left me.
*SMACK*.
“Mmmph!” I jolted forward in the ropes. The sting bloomed and melted, heat surging between my legs. I bit down on the sock, muffling the desperate moan that followed.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Next one. ‘I’ve been a bad girl today, Daddy.’” He clicked his tongue, slow and mocking.
I nodded, then shook my head, then froze; unsure what would please him more. My cheeks clenched in anticipation.
*SMACK*.
“Mmmmphh!” My hips twitched toward him, betraying me. I felt the heat rising in my stomach, pulsing lower.
Lucas laughed softly. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He ran two fingers slowly down my spine, then paused just above my tailbone. “Let’s keep going,” he murmured, scrolling. “Ah, this one. ‘I’m dripping just thinking about you.’ Do you send messages like that to me?”
Before I could shake my head, *SMACK*. This one landed harder, sharper. My knees trembled, body straining against the ropes. “MMMMPH!” I moaned. But the pain… it was drowned in something deeper, slicker. I was dripping. I could feel it.
He leaned in close. I could hear his smile. “You’re so wet, Violet. Even now. Such a good little slut. Can’t help yourself, can you?”
My moan vibrated against the gag. Shame and pleasure tangling, curling in my stomach like smoke.
He continued reading: “‘I’d ride you until the neighbours knew your name.’” *SMACK*. “Ride you?” *SMACK*. “Until the neighbours knew your name?” *SMACK*.
“MMMMPH!” I screamed into the gag, tugging at the collar rope. My body burned. But I didn’t want him to stop. Not really, and he knew it.

There was a pause.
The only sound was the thudding of my pulse in my ears and the controlled drag of breath through my nose. Lucas moved behind me slowly and deliberatly. I heard the soft jingle of metal. A belt buckle. My thighs tensed, involuntarily.

Then I felt it. Cool leather brushed the side of my neck, tracing a lazy line downward. Over my collarbone. Between my breasts. Down across my stomach. The belt creaked softly as he slid it over my body, a teasing whisper against my flushed skin. Every nerve leaned into the contact, desperate for more. He let it linger between my thighs before pulling it away. His voice, when it came, was measured. “Now this one really takes the piss.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t dare.
He read aloud. “He sent you a picture of his cock. And you replied… ‘I need it inside me rn. I want it down my throat’.”
My stomach dropped. Heat bloomed in my cheeks. I tried to explain, gag muffling me. “Mmmph…”Truth was, even without the gag, I wouldn’t have been able to justify it. Not to him. Not when the silence between us burned hotter than the belt in his hands.
“No.” His tone sharpened. “This one needs more.”
The belt looped gently around my throat. Not tight. Just enough for me to feel it, heavy leather against my skin, a promise creaking against on my collar.
“Ten spanks,” he said. “You’ll count each one for me. Understood?”
I whimpered and nodded, shifting on my knees, bracing myself. I heard him fold the belt once. A breath. Then..
*SMACK*. The first strike cracked across my ass cheeks.
I gasped, biting down hard on the sock in my mouth. The sting bloomed into warmth, spreading low and deep. I moaned into my. “Mmmphne.”
*SMACK*. Across the tops of my thighs.
“Mmmwo,” I groaned. My hips jerked backwards, aching toward the sound.
*SMACK*. The front of my thighs.
“Mmmree” My voice broke around the gag, ragged and needy.
*SMACK*. Another. Sharp and fast across my thighs.
“Phhfour…” My body shuddered, toes curling, and eyes rolling under the blindfold.
*SMACK*. This one landed across my breasts.
I moaned, back arching, unable to stop myself. “Mmmphive!”
Lucas crouched beside me, voice low. “How many was that?” he asked, too casually.
I flailed, holding up five trembling fingers, “Mmmph! Mmmphive!”
He clicked his tongue. “I can’t make sense of that.” He rose. “We’ll have to start over.”

Lucas delivered each strike with maddening precision, methodically torturing the parts of me that ached for it most; the soft swell of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the undersides of my breasts, my erect nipples. The belt kissed my skin again and again, each lash a cruel, perfect blend of sting and satisfaction. It licked fire across me, branding me with the rhythm of his control. By the tenth, I was trembling. My body was flushed and slick with sweat, my knees raw against the sheets, the blindfold damp against my skin. My breath came hard through my flared nostrils, ragged and fast, and my wrists twitched uselessly against the ropes that held me in place.

This was meant to be punishment. So why was I throbbing? Why did I feel good? The shame of it made my cheeks burn. Lucas had been right, I had been bad. I’d flirted, teased, degraded what we had for scraps of attention. I deserved this. I was his toy. And toys didn’t get to misbehave. I moaned behind the gag, writhing helplessly. The ache between my legs was unbearable now, constant and electric, but I was bound too tightly to do anything about it. All I could do was kneel there and take it, and it was driving me insane.

*SMACK*
“Mmmmhen!” I gasped into the gag after the tenth spank. I rocked back until the leash pulled taut, my head lolling, breath heaving. The sock stuffed in my mouth muffled every sound, soaked with drool and bitten in desperation. My knees shifted restlessly. I was aching , pulsing, and completely powerless to do anything about it. Bound, gagged, begging in my own silent way.

Behind me, I felt Lucas move. The blindfold slipped loose, tossed aside. Light flooded back into the room, dim and hazy with evening glow. I blinked hard as my eyes adjusted as he stepped in front of me. He cupped my chin, still wrapped in tape, forcing me to look up. “Look at me.”
I obeyed, squinting into the deep brown of his gaze. Then I felt his free hand slide between my legs gentle, teasing, maddening. My eyes dropped.
“No. Look at me,” he repeated, firmer this time. I snapped my focus back to his face, gasping into the sock as he ran a finger down my pussy, slow and deliberate. Then, inside me, just for a second before pulling it out again. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, dragging the wetness over my clit with infuriating calm. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
God, yes. My whole body screamed for it. “MMMMPH!” I cried, nodding so hard into his palm it made the tape pull tight against my jaw. My thighs trembled, need crashing through me in waves.
Lucas just smiled. “Alright then,” he said, rising slowly.

Wordlessly, I watched as he undressed, exposing his toned body and tanned skin. Slowly, he pulled down his boxers to reveal his erect penis. I twitched in my ropes in anticipation as he walked over to the bed, sighing as he knelt behind me. “Are you ready?” he cooed in my ear.
“Mmhmmm”, I whimpered into my gag.

Tenderly, he pulled on my hips to get me into position. I spread my legs as wide as they could at the touch of his hands on my thighs to reveal my dripping wet pussy. Slowly, I felt him guide his penis inside from behind me. I grunted into my gag with relief and pleasure, arching my back and dipping my head down to let him in as deep as possible. My eyes rolled backwards as he began to rock back and forth. A quiet moan escaped my gag as his dick filled my pussy. I leant into it as much as I could, twisting my body against the ropes, opening myself up to as much pleasure as I could. His tempo increased, and my moans followed. I bit the sock gagging me as electricity danced across through my body. The warm glow between my legs was becoming a raging fire, as I raced closer and closer to orgasm.

It didn’t take long for me to reach climax. My breathing became faster and more ragged as I moaned louder and louder. I felt the pressure in my stomach build, the tension wound across my restrained body. I screwed my eyes shut and let out a long, guttural moan as I came. I felt my pussy clench around his dick as ecstasy coursed through my body, my jaw clenching and toes curling.

Spurred on by my pleasure, Lucas’s pumps got faster. As the orgasm faded from my body, I realised that he wasn’t done yet. The hot breath from his grunts tingled against my back. Swallowing, I let out another moan as my greedy pussy desired more. His penis sliding up and down, rubbing against my g-spot, and forcing more sounds of pleasure from behind my gag. He ran his fingers through my hair, before gripping tight and pulling my head back. “MMMMMMPH!” I screamed through my gag, sexual tension rising between my legs again.
“You like that?” he cooed breathless into my ear.
I tried to nod, but between my leash and the hand gripping my hair, I couldn’t move an inch. I was tightly bound, gagged, and fucked… and I’d never felt more free. My usually restless mind was still, safe in the knowledge that I was owned. All that mattered in that moment was bondage, and our sexual gratification. I twitched against my restraints again, revelling in the feeling of the ropes biting into my skin. I felt a bead of sweat run down my nose as my breath quickened again. Struggling against the grip he had on my hair, I tried to moan his name. “MMMMMPHS OOOOHH FMMOUGH MYEE”, is all I could formulate between the gag.

I felt the second orgasm rising. I closed my eyes and reached back with my bound hands to hold his body. I screamed in pleasure when it hit me, breath ragged, and grinding against his dick as it came. I clenched my fists and curled my toes, more ecstasy flooded over me, my body tingling with energy. My pussy twitched as I came, eliciting a response from Lucas who let out a gasp of his own. My neck tingled as he yanked on my hair harder. “Oh fuck!” he panted as his dick twitched inside of me. I felt the hot cum fill my insides while the orgasm still raged inside of me. Eventually, both of our climaxes faded. We knelt there together panting heavily, he through his mouth, and me through my flared nostrils. We paused, letting the moment wash over us.

Finally, he moved, withdrawing himself from me. “Oh fuck me that was hot”, he gasped, wiping his brow. I rocked forwards, letting my head hit the pillow. My body tingling where the belt had traced, sweat and drool leaking from underneath my gag. Taking up a pair of scissors, he carefully cut away the gag and pulled out the sodden sock that had silenced me so effectively. My mind was swimming as he untied the ropes, my body limp. He rubbed the marks from where I had yanked on the ropes so hard, and in a daze I put my boyshorts back on. Lucas said something, but it didn’t register in my mind. My head craved the nearby pillow, and I was asleep the moment my cheek touched it.

I came to some time later. Warm and weightless, tangled in sheets that smelled like him. My throat was dry, my limbs heavy. I barely registered the blanket he must’ve tucked around me, or the pillow placed between my knees to ease the ache. I moved slowly, dressing in blissful silence. One of my socks was wet from the gag that had silenced me so effectively, so I left it. Lucas glanced over from the doorway. “You staying the night?”
I shook my head. “I’ve got work tomorrow.” As I reached for my bag, I brushed my fingers against the collar still locked around my neck. The padlock was small, but it felt loud now. “Can we take this off?” I muttered, a little hoarse.
“No,” he replied with a grin. “I think you should keep it on. Something to remind you who you belong to.”
I must’ve given him a look, because he added, “I’ll courier the key tomorrow. Promise.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made for the door, turning back for one last look. “Thank you,” I said, a little shy, a little cocky, and winked at him.

It wasn’t until I was back in my own bed that I checked my OnlyFans. There was a new post, uploaded from my account, but I definitely hadn’t posted it. A series of photos: me, bound in ropes and blindfolded, my body flushed and gagged in some of them. He must have posted them from earlier tonight… from MY phone! The caption read:
“Sorry boys, no replies tonight! Daddy’s keeping me busy ”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. Typical. I locked my phone and pulled it close to my chest before drifting off to sleep, still wearing the collar.

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Well I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any comments, opinions, or feedback are very welcome. Take care!!!!!

[RopeBunny]

Great continuation/finale, kept up the pace of the earlier stuff.

Liked the ending, only a small back and forth regarding the collar but I liked it.

[El_llama]

Great continuation/finale, kept up the pace of the earlier stuff.

Liked the ending, only a small back and forth regarding the collar but I liked it.

Thank youuuu! So glad you enjoyed it