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(Direct continuation of Part 9) I sat down nervously. Vanessa took my mom's comfy desk chair and wheeled it so she was close to me. "So," she said. I let my hands lift and fall on my legs. "So." She crossed her legs and put on this thoughtful, inquisitive face. "What's it like having the world's greatest detective for a mom?" "Uh," I said. "It's good. A little inconvenient sometimes." "A little!" she said. "Sounds like it's more than a little. Tell me about Cheryl Growski." "Oh...she's...uh.... a little crazy." "She kidnapped you." "Yep." "There you were. Tied up. Gagged." Her voice got intense, like she was narrating an audiobook. "Helpless in the clutches of a desperate woman." I sighed. I wasn't ready for this kind of thing. Not so early in the morning. Not after what had happened yesterday. "Walk me through that, Brian," Vanessa said, her eyebrows squeezed down, close to her eyes. "Uhhh..." I managed. "You must have feared for your very life." I nodded, the memories

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.

London was a familiar city for Hannah Knight, it was where she grew up and lived most of her life after all. Of course, now that she lived in the US, things had certainly seemed to change whenever she flew back to visit her friend's and family. The place that always showed the biggest change though, was her older sister's business, Dress 2 Impress. Which was, as it so happened, where our intrepid librarian found herself today. The shop itself had been open for a long time now, it must have been approaching half a decade-Louise Knight, Hannah's sister had opened it alongside University friends Sarah and Mary not long after they graduated. Looking up at the exterior of the building, Hannah was both fascinated and impressed by just how large it had grown. This place used to be the size of a broom closet in comparison, now they even had multiple floors, even if it was still a bit cramped! Words simply couldn't state just how proud Hannah was of her big sister. It was as if Louise had

“...so, how are we today?” Professor Weasley sat before them, at her desk, her face creased in a warm, friendly smile. Violet Camberwell shared a brief look at her adopted brother Michael. He in his Hufflepuff robes, her in her Gryffindor ones. She lingered on that, briefly. The siblings were seated in a pair of chairs, beside one another, before the deputy headmistress' desk. In her empty Transfiguration classroom on a sunny afternoon. Michael fidgeted, wanting to be outside she assumed. Violet preferred to be...anywhere else, really. “Fine.” Violet replied, politely. “Great, professor!” Michael beamed. “Today we learned Levioso in Defence Against the Dark-” He began, enthusiastically, but Violet swiftly elbowed him in the side, eliciting a yelp of surprise. Professor Weasley politely ignored this. “As it's the end of your first week at Hogwarts I felt you two might find it helpful for us to sit down and have a quick chat.” The professor continued, and shuffled several papers

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

(Continued from Part 8) The doorbell rang at 9 am. I woke up all groggy. I stumbled downstairs bleary eyed in just my sleep pants. It had been less than 24 hours since I’d been kidnapped and threatened with death by gangsters…couldn’t I get a little rest? No, was the answer. As I opened the front door was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. She was dressed in this tan skirt and this black button down shirt that, well, had the buttons down. She lit up when she saw me and said, "Oh! Brian! The son!" She had these really white teeth and this warm light brown skin with all kinds of freckles and long dark hair that kind of mixed with her top. "The handsome damsel in distress!" Another voice said. I hadn’t realized someone else was standing there. There was an older gentleman in a gray cardigan sweater with a camera draped around his neck. He had a nice smile but he could tell I wasn’t crazy about the comment and his smile dropped. "Arthur!" The woman said. Then to me

Will Kidnap for Shoes (F/M) Juliette peered over the edge of her sunglasses as she watched Peter Evers enter the apartment complex building he shared with his older brother, Mitchell. It’d been a tragic story really. Their parents were killed in a tragic accident. After a custody battle with a pair of abusive grandparents, poor thirteen year old Peter was surrendered to the care of his then twenty-one year old brother. It was obvious Mitchell cared for his baby brother but love just wasn’t enough. He’d dropped out of college and started dealing. Yet, he was a terrible dealer so he started taking bits and pieces and started stealing from his employers which was a terrible thing to do. Not once did Mitchell think of the consequences. One thing led to another and now Juliette was walking towards the complex after having moved her car to the parking deck. Heels clacking against the pavement, she swung her purse over her shoulder. The bag was a little on the heavier side as it would

“I should've known when Sara said...” Peggy huffed, unbuttoning her shirt. “Sorry?” Meg responded, on the other side of the door. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, looking at the bag on the counter. “I...just thought we might be doing something else. When you invited me out here, I mean. I just thought-...uh...I didn't realise it was just...” She trailed off, puffing out her cheeks, fumbling for a way out of this line of conversation right now before it got any worse. Meg didn't reply right away, but she heard her leaning on the door from the other side. Peggy was in the bathroom of Meg's apartment. She was supposed to be getting changed into...something. Whatever was in the bag. She set aside her shirt and rolled up her top, over her head. Glancing mistrustfully at the bag again, trying to imagine its slightly threatening contents without actually seeing them. “Sorry, Peggy. This job, this...thing has an urgent timeframe. I...thought Sara made that clear.” Meg spoke up, eventually. She

He simply couldn’t wait. Finn managed to make it into the finale of a local chess tournament, held by their town. His opponent was none other than Jenny, his childhood best friend. The match was supposed to take place the following day, so Finn was training tirelessly. He couldn’t afford losing, not after making it so far, and especially not to her. If there was anything that he'd manage to defeat his life-long rival in, it was this. While he was in the middle of analyzing a game, he got a phone call. It was Jenny. He sighed and picked up the call. “Hey there nerd, what are you up to?” She said. “Uh, training, I guess. You?” “Yeah, me too. Look, why don’t we have some actual training?” “Meaning?” Asked Finn. “We should play in person. And you better not refuse, I already prepared the chess board and some tea. Unless you’re afraid of revealing all of your scary tactics to me?” “Don’t be ridiculous… I’m on my way.” Said Finn, before hanging up. He was still wearing

Based on the film Single White Female 🤭 Today, it was Jill's turn to go shopping. Being a thrifty woman, she took the trouble to visit a distant store holding a sale, filled a bag with essentials, and headed home. She enjoyed mentally referring to her new place as "home", even though she'd merely rented a bedroom in a rather nice apartment. Any sane person observing her life would conclude that she was incredibly fortunate. A great neighborhood, a spacious room, and an exceptionally friendly landlady. So friendly, in fact, that she didn't even charge Jill the modest amount stated in her ad. Life was a bed of roses! However, Jill saw the landlady as her main and only problem. The young woman named Julia had a passion for sports, painting, shooting—basically everything under the sun except working. Financial matters didn't seem to bother Julia; money seemingly fell into her lap. She didn't rush to share her secret of prosperity, but Jill had no intention of interrogating her. What

Anna, Patti, Kerry, Rachel, and Vicki are good friends that live in South Florida. They are in their mid to late 20’s except for Rachel and Vicki who are late 30 somethings. They all have great jobs and lead normal lives, but through various encounters with each other share a love of damsel in distress games and role playing. To learn more about their exploits, physical appearance, and their individual penchant for getting into interesting situations you can read all their story’s here- https://www.deviantart.com/brez510 We like to report on their adventures. Vicki recently joined this little group. To learn about Vicki and a night she recently spent with Rachel, Patti and Anna please read. Rachel and Vicki Team Up https://www.deviantart.com/brez510/art/Rachel-and-Vicki-Team-Up-1012498202 All the ladies got together at their favorite bar and restaurant in Pompano Beach, Florida recently for one of their frequent dinner and drinks nights out. Since Vicki was the newest

(This is a direct continuation of Part 7) The three of us grunted and squirmed against our bonds. All to no avail; Francesca had secured us quite well. I wondered gloomily how much practice that gross witch had with tying people up. She sure seemed to know what she was doing. I looked at Kayla, who was looking up at the ceiling, concentrating fiercely but fruitlessly on pulling her wrists free. She saw me looking and looked back. Was this really how things were going to end for us? It wasn't fair! I thought. I didn’t even get to tell her I loved her, thanks to this stupid gag. Then I thought, wait a minute, did I just think that? I love Kayla? Even with that Italian flag scarfed covering her lips, she still looked beautiful. Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. I was in love with Kayla! Just then the door burst open! It was Aunt Bea, my mom's sister! The one who was a cop in Greenville, the town 30 minutes away. She was in her uniform and her gun out. She gasped when she us! "They're in

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…