In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
Chloe exited the bathroom, naked, after a long, relaxing shower. The water temperature was on the point and the new jet streams had done wonders for his sore back. She was almost ready to face another exhausting workday before a well-deserved two-weeks vacation but first... "A.M.I., get my dark grey suit ready," she said to the empty bedroom. "Yes, Chloe," a warm, female voice with a synth reverb echoing underneath replied. A.M.I. was an artificial intelligence designed by the Omikron Corporation, a pioneer company whose recent technological advancements were the stuff dreams were made of. Once installed in a private house or an office and connected to the electronic systems within, it could holographically project itself in every room and control everything through simple voice commands. It was also capable of adaptive learning to better serve its owner's needs. The only major downsides to it were the high-entry costs and the constant updates to make it run smoother,l most of which
a shocking announcement. // levi by HumanitysShortest, literature
Literature
a shocking announcement. // levi
"I believe all of you might be wondering why I've gathered you here tonight," Commander Erwin's calm voice silenced the mutters and whispers that came from the cadets and squad leaders seated in the mess hall, the smell of herbal tea and coffee lingering in the room.
During dinnertime, Erwin has ordered that no one leaves the mess hall, for he was going to make an announcement that would change how things work in the Survey Corps. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, wanting to know what exactly is that announcement the commander was about to say.
"So? What is it?" Captain Levi was getting a little impatient, his fingers plac
A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket. My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not
Slave Shop - Chapter 1 by bluefeatherquill, literature
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Slave Shop - Chapter 1
Allow me to take you back to a world that no longer exists. A world that had such cruel segregation, that babes of unwanted traits were ripped from their mother’s breasts before they had their first chance to suckle.
Most of these unlucky children ended up in the government’s military ranks. Trained from birth to be soldiers. For the others, slave shops loomed on every corner, selling the innocent for work, sex, fighting rings, or anything their master wished them to be.
In this realm, those with light eyes were considered people, but those unfortunate enough to be born with brown eyes, would only know the cruel life of slavery
This story was inspired by a good friend of mine that wears red high heeled shoes while he works from home. Please comment below if you like my story. It started off so innocently, Jim Harris had done his computer job for almost three years, it was March 2020 when he was hired, it was a weird year everyone in his office was working from home, he was the best at what he did, no one could come close to Jim’s output, trouble was Jim could do this job while standing on his head, so boredom was a natural progression. One day Jim was staring around his living room and noticed that his girlfriend had left a pair of her shoes in the middle of the floor, they looked very sexy lying there with their huge black heel, I wonder what its like for her to wear them, he thought. He looked round the living room not knowing why he was looking, no one was there, he was tempted to try them on but dismissed the idea as crazy, but as the day went on, and the more bored he got, he thought what harm
My wife and I really wanted to try something new this year. We have a standing tradition that we try new or different things over the holiday for Christmas and into new year. Well, I knew that this year was gonna be very different from the normal kinky onslaught of festivities in the bedroom. I just didn't expect that it would get as crazy as it did. I'm not complaining, like at all. I'm just a little overwhelmed by what my wife did. She bought a magic lamp, what I thought was gonna be a hoax. We exchanged gifts last night, Christmas eve per our tradition, and she gave me the lamp. I gave her a brand new milking machine because the one we've had was starting to wear out. She loves lactating and breastfeeding me, and I can't say that I'd want it any other way. All that actually changed last night, though. My wife was definitely happy with her new milker. The old one wasn't pumping as hard and the motor was getting really weak so she wasn't getting drained as much as she enjoys from the thing. But then, when I opened the gift she gave me, I was a little dumbfounded that it looked like an old oil lamp. Don't get me wrong, I like antiques but this was supposed to be a sexy, fun gift for both of us to enjoy. I looked at her a little sideways because she knew I'd been hoping that she'd have gotten something more practical for the bedroom. Y'know, like a strap on she could use on me, or one of those newfangled butt plugs that vibrates and provides just enough of a shock that it makes you clench up. Kind of like having a tens unit up your butt. She explained that this was supposed to be one of those genie lamps and helps to activate it by grabbing my hand and both of us rubbing it. I definitely didn't expect that a genie would actually come out, but one did. We were both stunned by the female genie that materialized in a puff of multicolored fog. This woman was fucking hot too. A bit bustier than my wife, raven black hair in a pony tail that hung down to her ass, brazed caramel color skin, and she was wearing a crop top and booty shorts. Which surprised us both. She introduced herself as Esmara and informed us that both of us would receive three wishes each, being that we both rubbed her out of her lamp. My wife was ecstatic and quickly hugged her, then was whispering something to her. I tried to hear what she was telling the genie, but she was being too quiet. So I was checking Esmara out, looking her body over. Oh my God she had one of those bubbled asses that you could bounce a nickel off of. Esmara had one hell of a body on her. Both of them were giggling as I scoured every inch of this genie's body visually. "I think I can accommodate that wish," Esmara said. Her middle eastern accent only lent to her exotic beauty, as she turned around and began kissing me. I almost pulled away from her, until my wife got behind me, pressing her tits into my back. My pajama pants were already becoming tented by my growing erection. "It's ok baby," my wife started, "Kiss her. Touch her. Play with her." Esmara was already pulling my hands from her hips to her ass as we continued kissing, while my wife was groping me. We'd talked about having a threesome for some time, but this was definitely a sexy shock that my wife would choose a genie to be the one we took to bed with us. Esmara's ass was exquisite in shape, size, firmness and then I felt her hands squeezing my ass. After a minute of being groped, front and back, Esmara began to stop kissing me. Then she turned me around to look at my wife. Who quickly got on her knees in front of me and yanked my bottoms down. Esmara peeked over my shoulder and gasped, "Oh my. You do have a nice one. I haven't seen one like yours in a long time." She took hold of my shaft as my wife was putting her hair up. "Uh, baby. Are you sure this is what you... hhhuuggnnnnn," I tried to ask just before I suddenly blew my load. Right on my wife's big tits. Granted that I thought my wife would look great with much bigger breasts than she had, which they were full e cups from repeated induction of lactation, mainly. "Watch," Esmara said in my ear as she pushed my head forward. As I looked at my wife, her tits covered in my cum, they began to slowly swell. My cum was being absorbed into them as she moaned in a very sexy way. Her nipples were rock hard and they were growing bigger with her tits. "Hard soldier needs huge tits to fuck. Full balls need to be drained. But we want that thick cock to grow long enough to stuff both of us full without losing potentcy," Esmara spoke softly in my ear. I groaned as Esmara squeezed the shaft of my 6 inch long, inch and three quarter thick dick. Then used it to beat my wife's nipples, before my wife caught it with her deepening cleavage. My dick felt like it was getting harder, but it also felt like it was stretching like one of those long balloons being blown up. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit," I moaned. Then Esmara grabbed my balls and gently fondled them. Rolling them softly in her fingers as she kissed my neck and nipped at me. My grape sized balls were suddenly growing along with my dick and it was really pleasurable. It really did resemble having them being blown up like balloons as my wife's warm, wet mouth encased my growing manhood. "Uh huh, big man," Esmara's sultry voice purred in my ear. "Your wife asked me to join you both on a journey of sexual exploration and I just couldn't say no," she explained. Then she was sucking, licking, and nibbling my ear as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. My wife was sucking me like a porn star, as usual, but this felt waayyy better than normal. My wedding tackle was growing, my wife was sucking me at a slow pace, Esmara continued her teasing. My wife suddenly stopped, then stood up, "Look honey." I looked at my wife, whose tits were now so much bigger. "Holy fuck. Look at those. Hhaahhh," I moaned as Esmara pulled at my nipples. My wife's tits had to be around an h cup in size, veins standing out against her skin. My jaw dropped open and my mouth began to water from just thinking about how much milk those massive melons would make. She stepped up to me, pushing her tits against me, "I take it that you like my newly added size? I really like how much you've grown but this is just the beginning baby." My dick and balls were still growing as I was throbbing hard and really starting to feel how big my balls were getting. I tried to reach down, but both of them stopped me. "Uh uh uh, that's not for you to play with. This," my wife squeezed my dick, "is for us to play with. Now be a good boy and lay down so we can have some fun, big boy." I was suddenly falling backwards onto the bed after my wife pushed me. "Woah," I said as I fell. Barely landing before Esmara was straddling me over my stomach. She was naked and I could feel how wet she was already. Her tits were now smaller than my wife's and they were fucking gorgeous. Dark areolae and nipples topping her ff cups, her nipples were nice and thick while barely long enough to suck on good. "So now I have a prince and a princess to serve. Would my prince like to try my wares?," Esmara said, cupping her nice tits. I slid my hands up her thighs to her hips, up her body to her breasts and squeezed. She moaned as I squeezed her nipples, and much to my surprise, they got longer as they stiffened. That's when I noticed that her tits felt fuller than what they should, and then tiny droplets formed on her nipples. "Oh, you're lactating too? Well, by all means, I think I should try your milk," I said. At the same time as Esmara began to bend over, my wife began sucking my enhanced cock. Which was now eight inches long and felt like it had stopped growing. I licked the first drop from Esmara's left nipple. It was sweet, like a date or a raisin, and I couldn't help latching on to her like a hungry child. Esmara moaned softly as I felt my wife wrap her now huge tits around me, continuing the blow job. I was soon rewarded with her swollen nipple and that sweet, very creamy milk filling my mouth. Her milk was so warm and wonderful as I groped her boob to help express her milk. I reached behind her with my free hand and cupped her ass as my wife squeezed her tits tight around my shaft. I moaned at that and Esmara hugged my head to her breast gasping in pleasure. Her milk squirting out of her like a fountain as I gulped it down, so hungry for it, like I would do to my wife. I slid my finger up the crack of Esmara's ass, eliciting another surprised gasp, and she wiggled on top of me. My wife's mouth left my dick, "I wonder if Esmara would like to ride my big man." Then my hand was batted away from Esmara's ass and she slid back. I felt my dick being handled and being used to tease Esmara's sex. She was literally dripping wet and slid down my shaft so easily, and God was she tight. "Uh huh. Now ride my husband until he pumps you full, you slutty genie. He can give you a baby, if that's possible," I heard my wife say. "Baby, what are you saying? Fuck. Ahhh, you're so fucking tight. You really want me to get her pregnant?," I couldn't believe this. Esmara felt like she was trying to suck my dick with me inside her. She began rolling her hips as she slid up and down my shaft, causing me to groan. My wife caressed my now huge balls, "I think it only fair to give this wonderful woman something to remember us by since we're going to get so much from her. Don't you think, baby? Just make sure you pump her pretty pussy full for her like my good little man," my wife said as she began to roll my left nipple in her fingers. I was already suckling Esmara again when my wife said this, and when she rolled my nipple, I couldn't help arching my back in such mind boggling pleasure. I sucked harder on Esmara's breast, causing her to squeal and moan as she picked up her pace. Bouncing faster and I could feel her squeezing with her inner muscles as she went up each time. "Yes. Yes, please. Give me babies. Both of you. I want both of you giving me babies," she moaned and she kissed my wife. She was even groping my wife's hige tit, my wife moaning into the kiss and the fondling of her huge breast. I finished Esmara's milk in her left tit and was holding her ass as I was getting close. My balls felt so fucking swollen and full. I looked at my wife, who was completely naked, I still had my pajama top on and it was unbuttoned, laying open. Part 1
America. the land of the free. Unless you’re a criminal. Or insane. Or an insane criminal. In that case, you get thrown in a cell and stay there until you have changed. Except for the Baroness, that insane criminal escaped her asylum cell because someone on the security team helped her out! And now, no one can find them! That was the turning point for the government: If normal wardens couldn’t be trusted, they’ll just have to use machines. That was why they created the Sanctuary Gardens Mental Asylum, an asylum with a staff only composed of robots, with Doctor Judy Grady as the only human of the facility and the one that wou
What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.
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The Kindness of Neighbors Part 10
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 10 David spends hours in hellish servitude to a woman he fears. CW: Femdom, CBT, Brainwashing, Humiliation and Collar/Leash. I stood frozen on the doorstep of the house of the woman I never wanted to see again. She stood there in a black leather jacket over a short black dress. Her green eyes burned with dominance and sadistic hunger. She stepped aside and pointed me into her house. Beth handed her my leash. "Be nice to him, Anna. He is a sweetheart!" The black haired woman looked at Beth with a grin. "I hope he had a nice time with you, because I have some big plans for our time together." Beth gave her an exasperated groan but smiled. "Well, I tried. Bye Daisy!" And with that, she got in her car and drove away, leaving me alone with this terrifyingly heartless woman. "Inside." And hearing her command, I entered. Her house was decorated in a modern style, with obscurist art displayed on the walls. It was very clean, and I wondered what she had in mind for me. She led me through her house and into the basement. My jaw dropped, and my stomach lurched when we entered the basement, and I saw it was a full BDSM dungeon! The walls were painted red and there was a cage, a spanking bench, an Andrew's Cross, a wide variety of paddles, flogger and riding crops hanging on the walls and a full length black wardrobe. In the cage, there was a woman in a skin-tight black latex suit cowering at our approach. "Strip. You won't need those ridiculous clothes in here." I stripped down right there with Anna, unlocking my shoes and dress for me. Soon, I was in nothing but my wig, my huge fake breasts, and my chastity cage. "Now to make you presentable." Anna went to the wardrobe and started handing me things to put on. Everything was black latex and she put me in a posture collar, a corset and a black thong with an attached cock shaped butt plug. The collar forced my chin up and dug the collar deeper into my neck, the corset was tightened to the point that I could hardly breathe and the thong wedged the plug deep into my butt. I had never had anything… up there, so the pain and discomfort were greater than I could have expected. "Just a few more touches…" I was horrified to see her approach me with a red ball gag, nipple clamps and ankle cuffs attached by a chain. The clamps were tightened tighter than I had felt before. The sensitivity adhesive made waves of pain shoot up my chest. If they were on my bare nipples, they would have drawn blood, but with them on my fake boobs, they could safely send tormenting pain that made my eyes water. The cuffs were added to my ankles and I realized the chais was only about 2 inches. When everything was on, Anna stood before me. "Kneel." I knelt down, my bare knees on the cold smooth cement floor. "Let me make your place here crystal clear. In that cage is Kitten. She is my live-in slave. She cooks, cleans, bathes me with her tongue and acts as my toilet. She is your superior, because in this house the lowest female is superior to even the richest, most successful male. As a male slave, you are the lowest form of life. Is that clear?" I nodded and tried to reply, but the gag made it so I could only mumble incoherently. "Good. Now, I paid for you to have some more… inventive fun than I could in Kathy's home. Your first task is to walk the whole length of the basement in a straight line. Your hands will remain at your side no matter what happens. Understood, Daisy?" I nodded again. Anna opened the cage and let Kitten out. "Kitten, your task is to prevent Daisy from accomplishing her tasks today. Anytime you succeed, you will get to punish him any way you choose. Are you ready?" Kitten nodded and looked at me with sadistic joy. "Yes Goddess." My blood ran cold. This bitch was using the object of her sadistic torture against me! "Alright Daisy, begin." I stood up and walked toward the opposite wall. Kitten walked away from me and I kept going thinking she was going to let me pass. I touched my forehead to the back wall and turned around to walk back. Kitten was standing right behind me. I tried to step around her, but my instructions were clear. I stepped into her, and she grinned. She grabbed the chain connecting my nipple clamps and dragged me over to where Anna was sitting on what looked like a Gothic throne. "He failed Goddess." Anna nodded. "Then do what you wish with him." Kitten giggled as she dragged me to a support beam. She attached a leash to it and used a d-ring on my posture collar to secure me to it. She then grabbed an electric zapping wand. "Okay Daisy, try not to get zapped!" With that, she zapped my exposed butt. I yelped into my gag and tried to run away. Unfortunately for me, between the ankle cuffs and leash, I could only wobble laps around the pole. Kitten chased me, cackling in delight as she repeatedly zapped my butt, thighs and back. No matter how I tried to avoid her, she was always right there. I heard Anna laughing from her throne at the show that was being put on for her. After what felt like hours, I felt Kitten's arm wrap around my neck and hold me still. "This is what you get for failing." I felt her hot breath on my ear as she laughed and held the wand inches from my metal chastity cage. I screamed into my gag and tried to shake my head 'no' but the posture collar robbed me of my ability to plead with her. We were facing Anna and she nodded to Kitten. Then I felt an excruciating shock run through my cock, balls and thighs as she touched the wand to my cage. She held me there and repeatedly shocked my cage about 50 times. I was whimpering and shaking by the time she stopped. Anna clapped from her throne. "Good girl Kitten. You showed that stinky boy who's in charge! Daisy, your next task is to jump on one foot 100 times." And so the afternoon went. I was given menial task after menial task to accomplish while Kitten dominated, humiliated and punished me for my inevitable failures. I was relieved for the first time ever seeing Kathy as she walked down the stairs. She chuckled as she saw me tied to the spanking bench with my cherry red butt being assaulted mercilessly by Kitten and went and sat on Anna's lap on her throne. "My my, it seems like you use maid services differently." Anna chuckled. "True, I concentrated more on the 'full service' aspect of things." The two chatted for about 10 minutes, leaving me in the… capable hands of Kitten. Finally, she stopped at Anna's command. Kathy walked up to me and undid the straps holding me to the bench. "Time to go. This bag has your boy clothes. Get dressed." She spoke with a gleeful tone that I hadn't heard before. She seemed very excited about something. My head was clouded as I redressed, went to Kathy's car and rode back to her house. Sitting in the car was terribly uncomfortable from the plug, the zaps, the spankings and the inventive variety of torments I had suffered that day. Kathy was humming along with the music on the radio as she drove. When we got home, she turned off the car and faced me with a malicious smile. "Daisy, this is a big day for you. I had a phone conversation with your mother today that will mean big changes for you. So as you speak with her tonight, you will affirm everything I told her, thank her for being supportive and take any actions she suggests. Understand?" My stomach fell as I nodded. Kathy giggled. "Then what are you waiting for? Go home. I'll see you tomorrow, Daisy." I opened the door and walked into the house, realizing how late I was getting home. Mom and Jenna were sitting in the living room as I entered. Jenna stood up and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear. "Kathy texted me and told me to say PHASE 2." I felt a program activate in my head. I shuddered as I realized what this meant. Kathy had done it. She was getting what she wanted. Mom hugged me too. "Please sit down." I sat between her and Jenna. "Kathy called me today. She said you had a major breakthrough today. She said you've made a decision about your life going forward. Do you want to tell us about it?" I watched the answer come to my mind and I tried so hard to stop myself from saying it, I begged and pleaded with myself to resist, just this once! But in the end, the programming won. "Yes. These last 2 weeks of being useful and getting in touch with my feminine side have shown me a truth that I never wanted to admit. I like panties, I like cute skirts and dresses and stockings. I've always wanted to be a good girl, but since I couldn't, I ended up being a bad boy. But I want to be a girl now. I want to be your daughter, Daisy." Mom's eyes welled up with tears as she hugged me. "If it will make you happy and keep you moving forward, I'm happy to accept you!" She hugged and reassured me for another half hour. I finally was able to go to bed, after mom promised to use the money my 'cleaning service job' had earned to take me shopping for an all new wardrobe that weekend. She seemed so happy, which made me happy in a way. As I lay in bed, I heard a knock on my door. Jenna entered. "So, you're my sister now? That's pretty funny. Kathy really trained you well huh?" I looked shocked as a smile spread across her face. "Oh, did I forget to mention that Kathy has kept me in the loop? You really were an annoying brother, but as an obedient sister/maid? I can get used to that!" Jenna blew me a kiss. "Goodnight sis! See ya tomorrow!" I laid there, resigning myself to my new fate. ________________________________ Kathy sat in her living room drinking a celebratory glass of wine. Daisy was all buy hers now, and that left one fewer boy messing with her women's world. A thought entered her mind. "What's the name of that disrespectful boy who lives up the street? Ryan? Maybe tomorrow I'll give his mother a call…" The End.
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Slave Shop - Chapter 4 by bluefeatherquill, literature
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Locked Up Chapter 37 by SilviaWritesFanFic27, literature
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Locked Up Chapter 37
[FINAL MONTH OF PRISON] Ashton's POV: Ah, yes. The final month of me and Roscoe's prison sentence. And also only 4 more weeks left until we get released. I was very excited to get bailed out too, even before I give birth to my baby which is due around the next month or so. I can even tell that Roscoe was excited about it too, even the other inmates we were friends with were happy for us. So were Ashley, our parents, and our friends too. Even our warden Officer Simon as well. Right now, Roscoe and I were in the prison infirmary, doing the ultrasound for my womb. Now that is almost 9 months of me being pregnant with Seohyun, and I was feeling anticipated for the day I'd finally get to meet her. After the ultrasound, the doctor returned some good news. "Well Mr. Flores, seems like your baby is healthy and in a good shape." The doctor told me, "By next month, few weeks after you and your boyfriend get released from prison, you'll be able to deliver her." I had a joyful expression
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 by beanz65, literature
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The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…