I write BDSM erotica. Find my books on Amazon—I write Mf, MMf, and Ff stories with themes of BDSM, power exchange, humiliation, objectification, discipline, consensual non-consent, and other kinky things. My stories are strictly NSWF and 18+ and are fantasy only.
My writing is fictional. It is decidedly not real and it is not intended to be real at all. I write to amuse myself, entertain readers, and hopefully arouse us all. Once more: I am a storyteller spinning fantasies and I write fiction.
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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
The women are promptly introduced to the humiliating reality of their new lives upon their arrival at the barn.
No more clothes, for a start. The last clothes they'll ever wear again for the foreseeable future are cut off their bodies, the tatters stripped away and stuffed into a garbage bag. Cries of protest burst out from their bitted mouths, but they can't articulate much more than that.
Their handlers swiftly force them into the rig that's set up in the main barn. They'll become accustomed to much more restrictive and uncompromising bondage later. This is merely their introduction to it all. Their bodies are bent over at a severe angle, rigidly held in place by straps above their knees, at their upper thighs. Their arms are pulled up straight into the air above their downbent heads, wrists cuffed, straps around their elbows. Their ankles are cuffed to bolts in the floor. They can't move a single step, and they're held securely exactly where they're placed and positioned, though they feel unbalanced and precarious, forced up onto their toes as they are.
Their nipples are fondled and worked into stiff points. That's when the clamps go on, flat rubber tips, dragged down by heavy, triangular metal bells. Those bells will clang and clang unceasingly as the women are put through their paces.
Once they've been maneuvered and installed in this vulnerable position, that's when they'll be forced to orgasm, again and again. Their bucking protests and whimpers of denial melt under the skillful application of their handlers' fingers and a powerful vibrator. Quivering, bouncing breasts dangling beneath them send the bells sounding out again and again as their bodies work through several hard, humiliating climaxes.
Their handlers, their new caretakers, are experts at manipulating their sexes until their cunts are appropriately juicy and contracting. The barn is filled with the sounds of female moans and squeals, the insistent buzzing of the vibrators, and the wet sluicing of fingers thrusting repeatedly into their cunts.
Each orgasm they're taken over shows them how easily their bodies submit to being controlled and exploited.
They'll remember this intense, white-hot ecstasy in the days to come, when their orgasms are scarce and strictly monitored, doled out in a miserly fashion after strenuous performance and effort on their part to demonstrate their obedience.
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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy.
The women are promptly introduced to the humiliating reality of their new lives upon their arrival at the barn.
No more clothes, for a start. The last clothes they'll ever wear again for the foreseeable future are cut off their bodies, the tatters stripped away and stuffed into a garbage bag. Cries of protest burst out from their bitted mouths, but they can't articulate much more than that.
Their handlers swiftly force them into the rig that's set up in the main barn. They'll become accustomed to much more restrictive and uncompromising bondage later. This is merely their introduction to it all. Their bodies are bent over at a severe angle, rigidly held in place by straps above their knees, at their upper thighs. Their arms are pulled up straight into the air above their downbent heads, wrists cuffed, straps around their elbows. Their ankles are cuffed to bolts in the floor. They can't move a single step, and they're held securely exactly where they're placed and positioned, though they feel unbalanced and precarious, forced up onto their toes as they are.
Their nipples are fondled and worked into stiff points. That's when the clamps go on, flat rubber tips, dragged down by heavy, triangular metal bells. Those bells will clang and clang unceasingly as the women are put through their paces.
Once they've been maneuvered and installed in this vulnerable position, that's when they'll be forced to orgasm, again and again. Their bucking protests and whimpers of denial melt under the skillful application of their handlers' fingers and a powerful vibrator. Quivering, bouncing breasts dangling beneath them send the bells sounding out again and again as their bodies work through several hard, humiliating climaxes.
Their handlers, their new caretakers, are experts at manipulating their sexes until their cunts are appropriately juicy and contracting. The barn is filled with the sounds of female moans and squeals, the insistent buzzing of the vibrators, and the wet sluicing of fingers thrusting repeatedly into their cunts.
Each orgasm they're taken over shows them how easily their bodies submit to being controlled and exploited.
They'll remember this intense, white-hot ecstasy in the days to come, when their orgasms are scarce and strictly monitored, doled out in a miserly fashion after strenuous performance and effort on their part to demonstrate their obedience.