Chrysalis Final

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<<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "dreamMoan" play volume 0.75>><</if>> // You moan. <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Dream.jpg"></center> The world is dark, your eyes useless under the heavy leather blindfold. You feel dense padding under your back, confortable yet unyielding. Your arms are tied above your head, teethers traps your wrists to unseen anchors, offering just enough slack to tempt you into a futile struggle. You know this all too well, the last hours having been an unmerciful teacher, yet you still wiggle. It amuses //him.// You try to wiggle your legs and tummy - in vain. There is no slack there, no room for compromise or hint of dubious release: you are trapped. A heavy strap pins your stomach to the bench under you, while the cuffs at your knees and ankles ensure you keep your legs as spread as you can regardless of your opinion. Even your toes are not free: thin strings are tied at their bases, forcing your feet immobile. You can tense your muscles. You are allowed that much. But it is in your moans that //he// is interested. "Mmnf...." You try to keep them inside, but you are not the one deserving obedience. You hear a chuckle, low and throaty, and your core becames wet... well, //more// wet than before. Once again you feel a gentle touch skim on your lower lips, tantalizingly trail upward, almost climbing the lowered hood that once upon a time hid your most precious jewel... The finger stops. This time your groan is loud, unfettered by what remains of your dignity. The cuffs on your wrists clinks as the iron chains are shacked; no sound comes from your lower body except for the slight crinkling of leather, but you still shake your legs. [["You're so tense, kitten∼"|Sub_D00_Dream]] //

[[Return to start|StartMenu]] [[Extras]] ------ $dayTime <<include "Sidebar_timekeeper">>

You blink owlishly, trying to understand where you are and what is going on. The lights are switched off, you can't see a thing, but you remember something, the remnant of a dream maybe, a //sensation//... Then the vibrator stuck in your cunt buzzes softly and you cease to think. After the diabolical machine has stopped, leaving a panting (and //wanting//) mess behind it, you remember: it is morning and your 'alarm' has just awoken you. Just like all days. But today is not a common day. Today is ''the'' day. You pull the vibrator out of your hungry and quivering pussy and slowly slid off the covers, knowing that you won't awake the man at your side. He's a heavy sleeper, //him//. You, not so much anymore. Something to do with your alarm clock, even if he still fails to see what is the problem with it. In spite of your morning grouchiness, you smile. He is the best thing that has happened to you. A //different// feeling from your lower body is the signal that you're out of time: your morning has just began and it is time to move. You pad barefoot on the cold floor, heeding quickly to the place of your impending relief. [[To the bathroom.|Sub_D00_Bathroom]]

<<set $bondage_eyeContacts to "None">> <<set $bondage_blindfold to "None">> <<set $bondage_mouthStuffing to "None">> <<set $bondage_gag to "None">> <<set $bondage_hairs to "None">> <<set $bondage_hood to "None">> <<set $bondage_collar to "LeatherCollar">> <<set $bondage_arms to "None">> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_hands to "None">> <<set $bondage_corset to "None">> <<set $bondage_tits to "None">> <<set $bondage_nipples to "None">> <<set $bondage_crotch to "None">> <<set $bondage_thighs to "None">> <<set $bondage_legs to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankle to "None">> <<set $bondage_feet to "None">> <<set $chastity to "None">> <<set $clothes to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_leash to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_chest to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_ankles to "None">> <<set $piercing_septum to "None">> <<set $piercing_tongue to "None">> <<set $piercing_nipples to "None">> <<set $piercing_clit to "None">> <<set $piercing_labia to "None">> <<set $plug_nostrils to "None">> <<set $plug_pussy to "None">> <<set $plug_ass to "None">> <<set $plug_urethra to "None">>

The woman returning the glance is naked, her <<listbox "$skinColor">> <<option "creamy" "skinColor_pale">> <<option "tanned" "skinColor_tan">> <<option "olive" "skinColor_olive">> <<option "ebony" "skinColor_black">> <</listbox>> expanse of skin shown bare onto your wandering eyes. Her hairs are <<listbox "$hairColor">> <<option "red" "hairColor_red">> <<option "blonde" "hairColor_blonde">> <<option "brown" "hairColor_brown">> <<option "black" "hairColor_black">> <</listbox>>, descending to <<listbox "$hairLength">> <<option "her shoulders" "hairLength_shoulder">> <<option "her back" "hairLength_middle">> <<option "her ass" "hairLength_ass">> <</listbox>> in <<listbox "$hairType">> <<option "curly locks" "hairType_curly">> <<option "silky waves" "hairType_straight">> <</listbox>>. <<listbox "$eyeColor">> <<option "Eyes as clear as the sky" "eyeColor_blue">> <<option "Deep bottle green eyes" "eyeColor_green">> <<option "Smocky gray eyes" "eyeColor_gray">> <<option "Eyes black as coal" "eyeColor_black">> <</listbox>> return your glance before lingering on your tits. You return the ogling, admiring her perky <<listbox "$breastSize">> <<option "but small" "breastSize_B">> <<option "and round" "breastSize_C">> <<option "and big" "breastSize_D">> <<option "melon-sized" "breastSize_DD">> <<option "yet huge" "breastSize_G">> <</listbox>> tits. <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Looking mirror - resized.jpg"></center> You cannot see the rest of her -you- from this mirror, but you know the rest of your body. Slender ankles capable to teether on the slimmest of ballet boots, <<listbox "$waistSize">> <<option "a slim waist" "waistSize_S">> <<option "toned abs" "waistSize_M">> <<option "generous hips" "waistSize_L">> <</listbox>> sculpted by rigorous exercise, long legs shaped by hours on treadmills... and between them, your pussy. Wet, always wet, shaved bare by blistering lasers and kept exposed, prodded and teased for //so much//... You feel your pulse quicken... in your clit. A whimper runs away from your mouth and you bend down on the sink. The temptation to shift a hand between your thighs and rub is excruciating... but you resist. As you did uncountable times. You do not have a right to your orgasms. Not anymore. Your eyes linger on [[your collar.|Sub_D00_Collar]]

Listbox <<listbox "$head">> <<option "crown">> <<option "cap">> <</listbox>> Checkbox: Shirt: <<checkbox "$shirt" 0 1>> Belt: <<checkbox "$belt" 0 1>> This macro has 5 arguments: the variable saving the player's choice the value to give the variable when the checkbox is unchecked the value to give the variable when the checkbox is checked autocheck (optional): whether the checkbox should match the state of the named variable this will check the box if the variable has the same current value as when the checkbox is checked checked (optional): whether the checkbox should be checked when the passage loads Radiobox: <label> Shirt: <<radiobox "$shirt" "ShirtCheck">> </label> Belt: <<radiobox "$belt" "BeltCheck">> This macro has 4 arguments: the variable saving the player's choice the value to give the variable when the option is checked autocheck (optional): whether the radiobutton should match the state of the named variable this will check the option with the same current value of the variable checked (optional): whether the option should be checked from the start (only for one per group) If: <<if $shirt is 0>> IF CONTENT: shirt is 0 <<elseif $shirt is 1>> ELSEIF CONTENT: shirt is 1 <<else>> ELSE CONTENT: shirt is not 0 or 1 <</if>>

A torrent of water falls upon the porcelain bowl with a clangorous noise and your soft moan of relief. It was //almost// as good as the relief you haven't felt for... <<linkreplace "three months...?" t8n>>three... no, <<linkreplace "maybe four...?" t8n>>three... no, four... <<linkreplace "or was it five...?" t8n>> maybe five...? <<linkappend "..." t8n>> ...you do not remember. It causes a strange anxiety, not at all helped by the memory of what the day will bring. You are apprehensive, it is normal to be at the eve of such an upheaval in one's life, and yours will be quite big. But you have dreamed it for so long... and now it will become a reality. You find a smile curving your lips. Quickly you wipe yourself and walk to the sink. A wash to your face vanishes the last remnants of sleep, then you set the paste on your toothbrush and start banishing the bad breath. It is strange to think that this could be one of the last times you use the bathroom like a 'normal' people... but then again, you haven't truly been normal since you first laid hands on a roll of rope. [[Your eyes lingers at the mirror.|Sub_D00_Description]] <</linkappend>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

// Your huff is entirely natural and underserving of the following snicker, in your modest opinion. Of course you were tense! That dastardly brute of your Master had been teasing you for the best part of... who know how much time! You were a pot left to simmer, a kettle ready to boil, a- "Aaaaah∼" You bite your lips, trying to give yourself something else to focus upon. It works, up until it doesn't anymore: //he// grabs a hold of your chin and savages your lips, devouring them until they are coerced in willful submission. The sense of deprivation as he suddently shrinks away leaves you forlorn for attention... but then his mouth attached itself to your nipple and //suck//... // [[You awaken. |Sub_D00_Awaken]]

<center> <img src="images/Part 00/Collar 2 - resized.jpg"></center> It sits innocuous around your neck: a slim strip of leather snug against your skin, incouspicuous to see but subtly felt at each turning of your head, each time your heart beats faster, each time your Master's cock slides in your throat. Few if any of your friends and colleagues have noticed; you, however, have felt it each day of your life since you gave yourself to your Master. You turn it around, to see the shiny buckle keeping it close - and the lock preventing you to slip it off. Not that you //want// to take it off, of course, but the choice is not yours. Not anymore. Not since you renounced to it, and to many others, to become Master's submissive. And today you will become something... more. A roar makes you jump - but it is only your stomach. You blush, then quickly finish to prep yourself for the rest of the day. [[It's time for breakfast.|Sub_D00_Breakfast]]

The beacon sizzles happily as you carefully transfer it from the pan to the plate, displaying the mount of flesh with as much culinary artistry as you can. The pancakes were next, having finished cooking just before, and received a good dose of syrup on top. A glass of juice joined the two plates on the tray, then cutlery, napkin, ring gag, nipple clamps... Breakfast was ready. You enter the bedroom with your tray in hands and slowly pad at the side of the bead, leaving the tray on the nightstand, then you kneel and wait. Soon the smell of breakfast enters Master's nose and he begins to rouse. Unfairly, his mind isn't foggy nor does he wake slowly; of course he isn't, he has not been teased to the brink of orgasm for most of the night. The unfairness is deliciously arousing. You do your best not to rub your thighs together - then he smiles at you, and your horny cunt is forgotten. He lowers a hand on your head to mussle your hair, which makes you pout, then it descend to cup your cheek. Warm and loving eyes met your suddently shy one, and he speaks. "Good morning, slave." A shiver goes down your spine. //Slave.// You are his slave, now, not his submissive. Well, you would be. For now, you are a slave in name only. Just the word is enough to leave a wet patch on the ground. You squirm silently in place as he sits on the bed, back against the headboard, waiting for the permission to ==cum== speak, move, or act. He doesn't grant it, preferring to bring the tray on his lap and start eating. Your stomach protests loudly at the tease, yet he doesn't react except to smile - no, smirk, you could not call //that// a mere smile - and to make a few appreciative humms of your cuisine. You shift on the spot, unable "Does my slave want something?" he asks. //Damn straight, I want something,// you think - but answering like that would earn you a blistered ass and no food. So you (try to) straighten your back and answer. "May your sub have food, please?" He stops, turns at you and lifts an eyebrow. Staring silently. You blink, confused, realize what you did wrong only after a few seconds. "May your //slave// have food, please?" His eyes lingers on you for a long second, then he looks ahead once again... and eats another piece of beacon in front of your eyes, as if to underline a point. The next time the fork lowers, however, is to bring a piece of pancake to your lips. You eagerly close your lips around the morsel, devouring it, and wait for the next one. The two of you consume breakfast that way, one eating his fill with no preoccupation nor concern, the latter begging for every scrap and at the leisure of the former. As things should be: you depend, //choose// to depend, on your Master in everything. From food to clothes to orgasms to bondage. At the end of the meal, your Master stretches his back with a satisfied sound andshifts to face you, sheets pulled away to reveal his bare body. He too has slept naked and your eyes hungrily devours his chiseled abs, product of the same intense regime that shaped your own body... and the jutting tower of flesh that points straight upward, awaiting relief. You clasp your hands behind your back and [[crawl forward.|Sub_D00_Blowjob]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "bj_D00" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $masterMaxArousal to 20, $slaveMaxEffort to 10>>

You're left there, shackled and trembling with impossible arousal, as Master returns to the locker. Your breathing is heavy, if difficult for the gag, and you feel your head woozy - for the emotion or the subspace, you can't say. It takes Master suddently pulling your head backward by the hairs to make you focus - to your shame, you haven't realized that he had returned. He should be the most important thing for you, always! "Back in the real world, slave?" You nod - you cannot, his grip on your hairs prevents it, so you blink once, the agreed non-verbal signal for //yes//. "Good," he says... and suddently you have a cattle prod sparkling the air in front of you. "Next is your uniform. I don't see why I should manouver each and every one of your limbs to and forth bondage to put a shirt and pants on you - after all, //you// are the slave and //you// should work your ass off." His grin assumes a sinister quality as he releases the trigger on the electric prod and slowly lowers it on your naked collarbone. "So I will unlock you and you shall put your nice uniform without a fuss, like a good girl. //Isn't it?//" You nod frantically, your pupils reduced to pins in your eyes. He will do it. You know it. Part of you //wants// he to do it. Luckly for the rational part of your mind (and what little not horny), Master lifts the prod from your skin and unshackles your hands before throwing a shirt at you. You almost fumble the catch - you see his eyes narrow and knows you just avoided a punishment there - and spend a few seconds turning the cloth so to put it the right way. Then you turn it, curious at the script you noticed. Printed on the shirt of the uniform, in big, black, letter, you read: <center> PRISONER <<textbox "$name_sub" "$defaultSlaveName">> $slaveID </center> Your status, name and... a number? "Curious, slave?" You shyly glance at Master (and his prod), then nods. "It's your ID on the Slave Registration website." Your head almost gives you whiplash, such is the speed at which you turned toward Master. His warm grins widens at your stupefied look. "You're now a slave... //officially//." For a moment you just stay there, immobile, pietrified. The next moment Master dodges the shirt thrown his way but not your arms, tightening with all the strength on your battered and happy body around his ribs. "Mmmmm..." you mumble, rubbing the panel of your gag along his cheek like a cat would against catnip. "Woah!" he exclaims. His little jump of surprise going nowhere (your leverage was shit but not that much), Master is forced to one only option: to lower his arms on your naked body and return your embrace. "What a [[feisty slave|Sub_D00_PrisonerUniform2]] I have∼" A snort crawls away from between the dildo and your teeth to escape, then you burrow deeper in his body. You are content. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">> <</silently>>

<<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <<set $bondage_gag to "None">> Master opens the other door of the intake room, revealing a sinister hallway dotted with more doors with unimaginative labels. You are not given an opportunity to gawk around like a tourist: Master's hand is like a vice on your arm as he manhandles you down the hallway. The length of the leg irons is wholly insufficient for the pace imposed upon you, something you know is not a coincidence. You struggle to keep up, by design; such is the will of your Master. The thought sends a lance of fire down your snatch and a whine out of your mouth, the last of which is rewarded with a harsh slap to your ass. There's no slack offered to you... just as you love it. You are stopped in front of one door. Metallic, solid, heavy-looking, it wouldn't be out of place in a maximum security prison. From the way Master grins at you, it may //be// from a maximum security prison! Your warden fishes a big bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocks the door... then the deadbolt, and then the //two// latches keeping that door outrageously closed shut. Even pushing the door open seems to require effort from him... unlike tossing you inside the cell. And it is a cell. You have only the briefest moment to glance around before Master grips your body and spins it around. He unlocks the gag and unbuckles the straps, then slowly extracts the giant dildo from its holder of the last hours. You gurgle, leaving an unfortunate trail of spit down your chin and neck, and are left couching awkwardly as he further manhandles you this and that way, unlocking the chain and handcuffs from your arms and waist. Finally your leg irons come off and you are free, for the first time in who knows how long, to stretch your legs. Not that it would make you much good, right now. "Rest." advises Master with an affectionate twinkle in his eyes. "Tomorrow will be a tiring day... for you." [[The cell door closes with a loud, final clang.|Part I]] <<set $achievementRequirements["inmate"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "inmate">>

<<if $slaveEffort < 10 && $masterArousal >= 20>> /* End deepthroat, success */ Master groans, loudly, and you feel his cock twitch under your lips. Excited, you double your efforts and <<if $actionSA.at(-1) == "deep">>deepthroath him faster.<<elseif $actionSA.at(-1) == "lick">>slurp him like a lollipop.<<elseif $actionSA.at(-1) == "hum">>gargle as his cock fills your mouth.<</if>> You feel his dick throbbing and know he is close... [[Then he grabs your head!|Sub_D00_Cumming]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_successful")>> <<elseif $slaveEffort == 10 && $masterArousal >= 20>> /* End deepthroat, draw */ You are tiring. Your jaw is sore, your tongue tiring, your mouth a mess, your throat protests every minute more... and your Master is yet unfulfilled. You are tiring, but you //refuse// to leave Master unsatisfied. You //will// do it! Furiously you start pumping your head on and off his dick, ignoring your istantaneous choking, powering through your gag reflex, everything so to make him feel- He moans, yet grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you off. You cough and gulp air, then give him a betrayed look; he merely brushes a lock of hairs from your eyes and finishes himself with his hand. [[His seed spurts on your face.|Sub_D00_Draw]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_draw")>> <<elseif $slaveEffort == 10 && $masterArousal < 20>> /* End deepthroat, failure */ Your jaw is getting sore. You are tiring, struggling to bring this blowjob to the end... and most importantly, pleasure to your Master. Your eyes starts to tear up, more for the shame than the strain. You have worked so hard to learn how to blow Master properly! You struggled with dildoes and fruits to try and get rid of your stubborn gag reflex, learned the ins and out of your throat muscles so to understand how to swallow Master as fast and as deep as you can... But sometimes you fail. Like now. In the end, [[Master puts a hand over your head and push you away.|Sub_D00_NotCumming]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_unsuccessful")>> <<else>><<selectRange $slaveEffort == 0>> <<between 0 0>> Your Master's cock bobbles in front of you, thick and hard. It is your fault that it is so thick and hard, and so it is up to you to take responsability - or so Master has claimed many times in the past. You have no reason not to believe him, you saw him sneaking glances on your bare tits and the raw lust darkening his eyes. Now, if only you could use your pussy to take responsability... Alas, your mouth is it. So has Master decreed, so it shall be. [[You close your lips around the bulbuous tip.|Sub_D00_BlowTip]] [[You sensually lick the meaty length, from the base to the point.|Sub_D00_BlowLick]] [[You relax your throat and bob your head on the cock, slowly sliding it deeper. |Sub_D00_BlowDeep]] <<between 1 5>> /* Early deepthroat, going not so well */ <<if $masterArousal <= 10>> /* Early deepthroat, going not so well */ You stare at the dick in front of you, proudly standing at attention covered in your spit. Master usually uses military metaphors to describe the act of a blowjob and give you instruction, but your thoughts are far more primal and simple: your cunt is pulsing and you are //hungry//. [[And you just got a naughty idea...|Sub_D00_BlowTip]] [[You drive your tongue along its length, starting from the balls.|Sub_D00_BlowLick]] [[You carefully bring your face down on his dick, slowly trying to sheat it all.|Sub_D00_BlowDeep]] [[You bring as much beautiful flesh you can inside your mouth and starts humming.|Sub_D00_BlowHum]] <<else>> /* Early deepthroat, going well */ Master groans, hands closing in fists around the sheets. You briefly smile before continuing your work; you may have started well, but you want to //finish// him even better! [[Maybe...|Sub_D00_BlowTip]] [[You stare at Master's cock bobbling with naked hunger in your eyes.|Sub_D00_BlowLick]] [[You open your mouth at best as you can and swallow him.|Sub_D00_BlowDeep]] [[And you may have an idea on how to do it...|Sub_D00_BlowHum]] <</if>>/* end early bj*/ <<between 6 9>>/* late deepthroat*/ <<if $masterArousal <= 10>> /* late deepthroat, going not so well */ Master's dick is still hard, but not as firm as before: it doesn't throb with passion, there is no precum on it, and Master himself certainly doesn't look like struggling to contain his rising passion. You stop what you are doing with a worried frown, trying to think. //This is not working,// you think, realizing that you are losing Master's attention - which is ''unacceptable''. You need to re-evaluate your strategy. [[Maybe teasing him a bit will work?|Sub_D00_BlowTip]] [[To begin with, you need more lube.|Sub_D00_BlowLick]] [[Time to bring out the big guns.|Sub_D00_BlowDeep]] [[What about...?|Sub_D00_BlowHum]] <<elseif 10 < $masterArousal>> /* late deepthroat, going well */ The sounds of appreciation coming from Master make you wiggle your butt in anticipation. Your jaw is getting tired, you have droll all over your chest, your knees are chafed, your back protests... but you've never felt better, never felt more //alive//, than here, on your knees, servicing your Master to the orgasm that you've started to dream at night. Time to finish the job. [[Bring him to the edge.|Sub_D00_BlowTip]] [[Prepare him for the grand finale.|Sub_D00_BlowLick]] [[Choke on his cock.|Sub_D00_BlowDeep]] [[Make yourself into his onahole.|Sub_D00_BlowHum]] <</if>> /*end late bj*/ <</selectRange>> <</if>>

<<if $masterArousal == 0>> Your lips close on Master's tip, teeth well away from the sensitive member. Your cheeks hollow as you suck slowly, then you purse your lips and flick the tip of your tongue against the very end of the mushroom head, laving it with love and care. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, sucking the tip.gif"></center> The throaty grunt let out by Master drives a hot spear on your cunt - you are a slave, naked, kneeling and owned body, mind and soul, yet you've never felt more powerful than now. And stronger still than the feeling of power, is the certainty of //fullfullment//- [[This is what you were made for.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("tip")>> <<elseif 1 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 7>> Feeling impish and mischievous, you take his tip inside your mouth once again and suck. The feeling is pleasurable for Master, you're sure, but <<switch $actionSA.at(-1)>><<case "tip" "tip_tease">>doing the same thing again and again is also monotonous.<<case "deep">>is nothing compared to having her warm mouth gagging around his cock.<<case "lick">>leaves the rest of his thick dick, previously so lavished, to dry in expectation.<<case "hum">>it's probably a let down compared to making your cheeks vibrate around his flesh.<</switch>> Yet you couldn't resist the temptation of //you// teasing //Master//, for once... Master's low growl makes you all tingly down there... [[and gives you a delicious shiver of fear.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("tip_tease")>> <<elseif 8 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 19>> "Kitten..." warns Master's voice. You look at your Master from below thick eyelashes and with your cock in hand, but your innocent face avails to nothing. He doesn't say anything more, merely looking at you sternly, but the message has been received loud and clear. [[It seems Master is not in vein of more teasing.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("tip")>> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<if $masterArousal == 0>> Your tongue gets to work in a regular rithm - not too fast, not yet, it isn't time. Yes, Master is aroused - but this blowjob is just at the beginning. There is time to enjoy, to tease, to feel, to savour... You make sure to keep looking at him as you lick his dick balls to tip. You know your eyes are smoldering for your arousal... and you know how much seeing you desperately horny arouses him. [[As if to prove it, his cock throbs on your face.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 2>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<elseif 1 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 7>> You lavish Master's cock with your tongue, lapping at it like a horny bitch in front of a treat... which is not //that// far from the truth, now that you think about it. You are panting, your droll dripping down your chin, your eyes feverishly fixed to the object of your obsession - and all you can think of is the steel wrapped in silk that you feel under your tongue, the network of veins diligently explored by your mouth, the occasional throbbing that hints teasingly at a tasty meal in your immediate future... [[The only thing better would be if it were to sheat itself in your cunt.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 2>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<elseif 8 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 14>> You glance at your Master and wonder how do you look from his point of view. You imagine yourself on your knees, looking upward in adoration, his thick cock smacked directly over your smeared face, your tongue desperately trying to reach it. Your pussy immediately throbbs with a passion and you held back a lusty whimper, desperately licking at his dick. Oh, to have it sinking in your pussy, rubbing against your inner inner walls, reaching every hidden place and painting it white... ...but that's not for yourself. [[Pleasure is for Master.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<elseif 15 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 19>> You playfully lick at his dick, your mouth thanking you for your (brief) relief. Blowing Master is an arduous job that needs specialized training and tons of effort... and to your shame, you haven't mastered this technique as much as you would have liked. Even if Master has been understanding of the difficulties in conciliating her everyday's life with her duties (and wishes) as a submissive, you still wish you could have been a better suckslut for him. Luckly for you, the path on which you are walking on from today will give you ample opportunity to master the arcane art of fellatio... [[or else.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 0>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<if $masterArousal == 0>> <<set $achievementRequirement_meatRaw += 1>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroathDifficulties_saysNo" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your lips sink on his cock, slowly sheating it in your mouth... with a bit of trouble: Master's cock is not yet wet, nor are your lips. Friction is still a thing and what should have been a very pleasurable experience now feels a bit too raw for Master, if his lack of any reaction is to be any clue. You internally wince; it is an amateur's mistake and you're sure that Master will //correct// you at the end. To make amend, you stop and slide backward a bit, then go back and forth on his length having care at licking every inch conquered before advancing further. [[Slow and steady, slow and steady...|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<set $mistakesSA[$indexSA] to 1>> <<elseif 1 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=4 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_03" volume 1 play>> <</if>> You sink your face on Master's cock, carefully taking it past the ring of teeths and slowly aiming at your throat. You still cannot just drive it home, your gag reflex is weakened but not yet extinguished... something you hope to correct during in the adventure starting today... so you are forced to accustom your throat slowly, piece by piece. It is agonizing to be coerced into taking it carefully when everything you want is to feel Master's dick filling your throat, making it bulge against your snug collar, choke on it, your airways filled with cock and leaving you to gasp around the flesh pillar, giving it even more pleasure... [[Damn, you're horny.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<elseif 5 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=9 >><<if $audioAllowed>> <<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_05" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Sometimes you think your throat is like an old diesel engine: to work well it needs a slow start. Master prefers to call it, and you, 'lazy'. He certainly doesn't seem displeased now! <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, untied, guided with hand on nape.gif"></center> As you work around his length, he has reclined backward with his arms to keep him steady, enjoying the rewards of the possession of a cock-hungry slave. Every now and then a low grunt of approval escapes from his mouth, and it's your turn to resist grinning - and ruining the work you put in relaxing your throat for Master. [[Then again....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<elseif 10 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 14>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_07" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your nose inches toward Master's groin, slowly but surely reaching the point where your face will be pressed against his flesh. Had you have the time to train yourself properly, deepthroathing him would be a breeze - yet here you are, struggling at every step you conquer, forced to carefully accustom yourself to every length swallowed in fear of losing control and being forced to eject. It is a great shame for you, in spite of Master's conciliatory words. [[Still, you are getting closer....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<elseif 15 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 19>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your eyes waver, but you don't relent. You are almost there... almost there... The bulbuous tip prods your tonsils, making you freeze for but a moment, but the feared rejection of your body doesn't happen and Master's dick is sucked inside your distended throat. Your eyes are wide for more than disconfort and, half afraid half //drenched// in excitement, you try and take it deeper - just to see how much can you go. [[You have done it!|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<switch $actionSA.filter(action => action == "hum").length>> <<case 0>> The reaction is immediate and electric. Master almost jumps on the bed, his eyes -before looking at you languidly- are now wide open and looking at you with wonder and surprise. You resist the impulse of smirking, knowing that it would change the shape of your mouth, and humms again from the back of your mouth cavity. Master groans, his dick pulsating against the vibrating walls of your throat, and you reluctantly relent - too much too fast would ruin it for him. [[Now, how to top this...?|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("hum")>> <<case 1>> It is patently unfair how good Master is at sex. This exact moment is the perfect example. //She had him//. He was beat, on his back, groaning loudly for the pleasure that //she// gave him. His control forgotten, his composture broke - only pure bliss and a warm mouth around his cock. ...and now he was sitting straight once again, looking at her with twinkling eyes, as if knowing perfectly what was going on in her pretty little head. Which wasn't //that// much unbelievable, by the way. After all, //he// was the Master and //you// [[the horny slave squirming on the spot.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("hum")>> <<case 2>> Impossible! Humming while his dick was in your mouth was your secret weapon! You have //rainsacked// the internet for tips and tricks to become better at blowing him - and to surprise him. And it worked! You cracked his enormous self-control, made a breach into his walls, exploited your advantage for all that you could. And now... Master gently ruffles your hairs and chuckles, incredibly amused at your costernation. "Come on, kitten, what's the matter?" he teases you, utterly inflappable in front of your 'super' (or not so much) weapon. "Don't you have a job to finish?" That man is utterly infuriating. [[And you won't change him for anyone else.|Sub_D00_Blowjob]] /*You pout. [[It's unfair...|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("hum")>> <<default>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</switch>>

<center>!! Disclaimer </center> > //Chrysalis// is an interactive novel that contains adult themes, it can be read by adults only. The common age required is 18 years old, but legislation may varies across countries. Since it is impossible for the author to verify the age of the reader, it is up to you to stop now if you are not allowed to proceed further. > > This novel has been created throught the use of the //Twine// engine and its //Sugarcube// module. Credits go to <a href="https://manonamora.itch.io/">manonamora</a> for making a guide to Sugarcube that is actually understandable, and to <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/xChangeFan/">XChangeFan</a> for the inspiration for the achievement coding. > Some of the sites on which this novel is hosted do not support audio and video files. While //Chrysalis// does have sound effects, those may not be supported in this version. > > While I would like to claim ownership on the images and video in this novel, I am not a porn producer nor do I have a harem of exibitionist submissives willing to have their naked, writhing bodies plastered on the internet. Most of the images and video were downloaded from the internet and found by means of search engine. > Some of those images may have been cropped of their watermarks by unscrupolous people before ending up again on the internet and found by me. If that so, please contact me and let me know of it. A copy of the uncropped image would be even more appreciated. (hint, hint!) > The remaining images were created specifically for //Chrysalis// with a free AI tool. Given my inexperience with this tool, it shouldn't be difficult to identify them. > > This novel contains heavy BDSM elements, including but not limiting at: body modifications, behaviour modifications, training, heavy d/s, CNC. The author assumes that the reader knows the meaning of Sane, Secure and Consensual, plus can differentiate between reality and imagination. It is the belief of the author that it is not an unreasonable assumption to make. > >> Among the kinks depicted, we count: >>>''For the woman'', a hard-core brat with a love for being put into her place: TPE, orgasm denial, TPE, heavy bondage, TPE, being praised, TPE, masochism, TPE, humiliation, TPE and service. Oh, and TPE. >>> ''For the man'', supposedly a dominant yet unable to resist her when she uses her puppy eyes: service, strict rules, unfairness, sadism (particularly the mental type), TPE, bondage, wholesomeness and //cuddling//. Beware of the last one, it makes him a very hardcore dom. > > This novel portraits a specific set of kinks, not all of them may be of your taste. > If the themes of //Chrysalis// don't incur in your favor or approval, simply close the windows. Kink-shaming however is not appreciated by either the author, your fellow readers or other people in the BDSM community. Except when it's about handholding, you filthy degenerates. That is too lewd even for us. >

<<if $actionSA.at(-1) == "deep">><<set $achievementRequirements["certifiedOperator"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "certifiedOperator">><</if>> Two hands grabs you by the hairs and seize you, forcing you closer. For a moment you panick, your hands briefly losing their hold on the opposite wrist, then training gets back at you and you keep your arms firmly in position. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, forced on dick, naked.gif"></center> You are forced against his groin and choke, then Master pulls you backward a bit and chokes you on his dick once again - and again - and again. You gag, you droll, you burst into tears - but you are not in control. He uses you like a masturbation toy, without regards for your confort and little for your ability to breath. Sometimes he moves you up and down his dick so fast you become a bit dizzy, sometimes he slowly impales you and watches you choke, sometimes you're kept flush against his groin and cannot breath. You squirm and struggle, the instincts of your body at war with your desire to be still and be of use. During all of this, your hands remain clasped behind your back all the time, by your own, willful choice. The next time you //won't// have a choice about it, and the thought makes you [[stupidly horny.|Sub_D00_Cumming2]]

"Enough, slave." says Master, softly. You swallow your tears and nod, feeling miserable: your tears are not what you wanted to swallow. Uncaring of your failure, Master lifts you by your hips and plants your body on his lap, kissing the crown of your head. "Shh, little slave." His words are sweet whispers in your ear, his hand rubs soft circles at your nape. "Sometimes it happens to mess up. You just need to take your punishment like the bad girl you are and be better next time." "...I hate it." you sniffle, and you don't need to specify it is the failure that you loath. "Then get better." He kisses your mouth, still gross for the spit. "You already went so far, what's a bit more?" You worldlessly nod, and let yourself be hugged. Sometimes later, [[Master releases you and lets you sink back on your knees.|Sub_D00_Aftermath]]

"That wasn't so bad." he says. "You're getting better." You nod and try to hide your disappointment, but you've never been able to hide anything from him: he cups your chin and lifts it, forcing you to maintain eye contact when you'd like nothing more than lower your gaze and sink into the floor. "...I worked hard on this." you say, even as you hate how whiny you sound. "I know." A callous hand cups your cheek and he bends down to kiss your forehead. "And it shows, you've really got good at sucking me off." Now he kisses your nose. "You've improved considerably since you started training." Now your lips, still covered in spit. Then he looks at you with a smirk and adds: "I mean, the first time you blowed me-" "Aaaaah!" You cover his mouth with your hands, utterly mortified "Master, you promised we wouldn't talk about that day anymore!" [[He laughs.|Sub_D00_Aftermath]]

Once you both have recovered, you resume the position: kneeling in front of Master's spread legs, arms behind her back, looking submissively at your Master. The blowjob is not yet over, there is still another part: the last and, arguably, the most important. Evaluation. "So." <<set $punishmentCollected to 0>> You //don't// squirm, no matter how anxious you feel. <<if $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_successful">>You may have made him cum, but with all the trouble you had in the past...<<elseif $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_draw">>He was forced to finish himself off... you are sure he would argue that it was you who made most of the job, but to you it still feels like a failure. <<elseif $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_unsuccessful">>You already feel the failure burn your insides, you don't want to hear in details how much you failed - but this isn't about you and your wants, it's about //Master// and his //needs//. And you need to know how to get better, if you are to actually get better. <</if>><<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) == 1>> "Trying to deepthroat me without preparation was a mistake." You wilt under his disappointed glance, but the castigation is entirely deserved. You know better than this, damnit! "I know that you're anxious of getting rid of your gag reflex, but like any other thing this too needs time and training." He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Don't. Push it. That's my job." You blush and nod, hoping that he would misunderstand your slight squirming for embarassment and not arousal. <<set $punishmentCollected += 1>> ...from his smirk, your hope was doomed from the start. <</if>><<if $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "tip_tease").length >= 1>> <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) == 1>>Then Master becomes serious. "As for your cheekiness into teasing me..."<<else>> Master sets into a serious frown. "First, let's talk about your idea of teasing me, shall we?" <</if>> You try your best to look innocent. Your Master pointedly looks at you. <<set $punishmentCollected += ($actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "tip_tease").length * 2)>> //...alright, alright, looking innocent may be a tad difficult here,// you concede. "It felt like a good idea at the time?" you try. Suddently Master smirks like a shark. "Let's see if you still think so afterward." Your gulp is pretty loud... <</if>><<if $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "hum").length >= 1>> "As for your new trick..." His smouldering eyes pins you in place like a butterfly - and by your cunt too! "//Kitten...//" You become red up to your ears and valiantly maintain eye contact. "...I take it you like it, Master?" His 'answer' is to suddently take control of your mouth and ravage it with a brutal kiss, leaving you to flounder under the waves of his burning lust. You close your eyes, overwhelmed, your tongue submitting istantaneously to his the moment he breaches the boundaries of your mouth, and every thoughts melts away. Some indeterminate time later, he finally lets you go. "What do you think?" he hungrily says. You don't. Think, that is. Not for a long minute or two. ...you may need to check under your ass for puddles, least the floor stains permanently. <</if>>"Last, but not least, your deepthroat skills." You nibble at your lips, fretting internally. So //many// of your hang-ups about oral are due to your inability to shut off your damned gag reflex... <<switch $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "deep").length>> <<case 4>> "You did it." said Master, amazed. <<set $punishmentCollected += (20 - $masterArousal)>> /* Ends up subtracting how much more is masterArousal than 20*/ Your lips curve into a small, satisfied smile. "I did it." you repeat with a voice so small to be most inaudible. It almost seems like you yourself don't believe it. You don't. You can't. Not after all the tears, the sweat, the curses and the effort you put into mastering an apparently unmasterable gag reflex. But you did it. And you //will// do it again, even if you have to bruise your throat next... time... oh. Right. Next time you will do it, but because you won't have any other choices. Your face suddently flushes to a deep crimson. //Well what it works it works,// you think, hoping that Master won't notice the puddle growing under your feet. <<case 3>> "You almost took me all." praise Master, smiling brightly at her. You preen under his compliment. You did it. You would never have thought at the beginning, and in all fairness it was a bit touch and go at times - but you did it, you //actually// did it! You cannot but squirm happily in place... and them squirm some more when Master gives you much earned headpats! <<case 2>> "You had a good rithm at the end." he notes, trying to confort you. <<set $punishmentCollected += (20 - $masterArousal)>> Unfortunately, his words are a cold confort compared to the harsh truth. "Yes, a pity it took me so long to reach it." you say, voice full of self-recrimination. "None of this." His voice, suddently hard, hits you with whiplash. "You are improving, that is what matters. You're putting genuine effort into this, and it shows. Besides," and here he smirks, "from today things will be different." You became red in face. //Yes,// you think, trying not to rub your thighs together, //from today they will be.// <<default>> "You were prudent and stood inside your confort zone." he says. "Were you afraid of fucking up?" <<set $punishmentCollected += 2*(4 - $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "deep").length) + (20 - $masterArousal)>> You take a deep breath, ashamed, then you nod. Not that it matters; he already knows. Of course he knows. He is Master. "Kitten..." The low tone of his voice prompt you to steal a glance at him from under your hairs. "We don't have to do it now-" "No!" Master blinks, caught by surprise, but you're on a panicking roll and you don't stop. "No, Master, I want it, I //need// it! Don't you see? I know that I can't do it myself, that's why-" "Ehi, ehi, ehi." He grabs you by your shoulders, then lowers himself to the ground and hugs you. "It's okay, I didn't want to imply that. You're not a failure: you're the most brave woman I ever met, and no one is allowed to say otherwise. Not even you." You inhale, then break presentation pose and return the hug. "That said, I do care about //you//." You fret and make to answer, but a finger on your lips silence you. "Shush, I'm talking. Yes, I'm the Master, and yes, our relationship is about //my// pleasure above yours - and guess what makes me happy? You. I want to //break// you, not to ''break'' you." He pauses. "Uhm, I mean..." You can't held back: you giggle and burst into laughter. "Mou." deadpans your Master. "Betrayal, betrayal most foul." Your laughter doesn't stop, but grows and grows until you're weezing. <</switch>> <<if $punishmentCollected >0 >>After some minutes you recover [[and steady yourself for your impending punishment.|Sub_D00_Punishment]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "punishment_D00" )>> <<set $slaveMaxPain to $punishmentCollected>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<else>> After some minutes [[you recover.|Sub_D00_ItsTime]] <</if>>

<center> <<fadein 2s 2s>> ! Prologue <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 5s>> !! worm <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 8s>> // Little little worm, wiggling on a hook... //<</fadein>> <<timed 14s>> <<goto "Sub_Start">><</timed>> </center>

<table> <tr><td align=right> masterArousal: </td><td> $masterArousal </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> countBj: </td> <td> $countBj </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> lastBlowAction: </td><td> $lastBlowAction </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> blowjobDeepthroat: </td><td> $blowjobDeepthroat </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> blowjobTease: </td><td> $blowjobTease </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> blowjobMistake: </td><td> $blowjobMistake </td></tr> <tr><td align=right> blowjobOutput: </td><td> $blowjobOutput </td></tr> </table>

His dick throbbes one last time. Master groans, and your mouth is filled with spurts after spurts. You swallow as fast as you can, hindered by the thick shaft still down your gullet, afraid of leaving even a single drop of white ambrosia escape. His release is thick, creamy in consistence, a bit viscid and salty, and you devour it as if the most delicious thing ever - and it is, by Master's own command, which you fervently obey. His seed is your nourishment. A few drops try to escape; none succeed. At the end you keep the last of his load in your mouth and open it up, displaying your obedience for Master before swallowing. The raw lust in his eyes makes your lips split in an ectasic grin. "Good job, slave." [[he says.|Sub_D00_Aftermath]]

begin test <<set $blowjobOutput to ["test"]>> Array initialized now. blowjobOutput is $blowjobOutput Array printed $blowjobOutput.push("blowjob") Array added blowjobOutput is $blowjobOutput Array printed <<set $fruits to ["Apples", "Oranges"] >> $fruits.push("Apples") → Returns 3; $fruits <<set $fruits to ["Apples", "Oranges"] >> $fruits.push("Plums", "Plums") → Returns 4; $fruits

<<set $magsRead to []>> <<set $magsRead.push("Cosmo")>> <<set $magsRead.push("Some Value")>> <<print $magsRead>> <<print $magsRead.length>>

<<if hasVisited("Sub_D00_Punishment")>> Your Master is very tender in the aftercare... <<else>> Your Master is very cuddly after your evaluation... <</if>> but you cannot lazy around in his arms, no matter how much you'd like it. He taps you on your arm and (reluctantly) you obey and fall down on your knees again, waiting for command. Master gets up and start searching the drawer for something, ignoring you for the moment. A small smile bends your lips. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D00_Punishment")>> You just got thrashed by him, but //boy// does it feel good to stay near him.<<else>> You cannot but think on how good it feels to stay near him.<</if>> It's like being in the sun and basking in its energy; it fills something inside you, a mysterious tank of energy without which you cannot even think about living. //I love him,// you muse. //Beyond the sex, beyond the chains, I love him.// "Go shower - no edging this time, we're on a timetable today - then start packing the traveling toys." You shook yourself. "Oh, and.. slave?" He smiles at you, a thousand butterflies scattering in your stomach. "Dress yourself." You blink. [[What.|Sub_D00_Dressed]]

<<silently>> <<if $slavePain > $slaveMaxPain>> <<set _tempSlavePain to $slavePain>> <<set $slavePain to -1>> this get out of cycle <</if>> <</silently>> <<selectRange $slavePain>> <<between 0 0>> "Come in my lap." You blink, unsure whenever you heard correctly - then the stern gaze of your Masters removes any thinking and you //act as you are ordered//. You jolt on your feet and pads toward him, unresisting as he hugs you and sits you on his body, a hardening rod pressing on your ass. "Arms behind you," he whispers in your ear, causing you a delicious shiver. You obey; you bring your arm back, clasping your elbows with the opposite hand, and he puts an arm over your front, pulling you back and trapping your arm between your bodies. Then he squeezes your tit, making you moan. He chuckles. "My horny slut∼" He prods your legs open with his own, which you do istantly and with no objection. You can almost //feel// his smirk at the sight of your wet, horny pussy, and his other hand returns in your field of vision... only this time it holds something that causes you a shudder and not of arousal: a simple wooden spoon, good for stirring a sauce... or smacking your clit. Your clit, which you only now realize is horribly exposed. <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Clit and spoon - resized.png"></center> "Count," [[he says.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<between 1 1 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "spoonSpanking1" volume 1 play>><</if>> The spoon smacks on your clit. You scream, your body instinctually trying to close its legs and struggle. It fails, obviously: Master keeps you still, his arm and legs forcing you spread and exposed. You want to writhe, to bring your hands to your pulsing clit, to close yourself into a ball, to cum - but you cannot. You can only //take the pain in//. The jolt of pain smacks in the center of your pleasure like lightining, irradiating through your pussy whole. It would not be so bad if your whole pussy wasn't red and puffy for its arousal, or if your clit wasn't poking out of its hood in search of any scrap of pleasure it could get... but you're horny as fuck, Of course Master would say it is your fault for being a horny bitch. Which you are, undoubtedly. "//Uunff...//" You pant, recovering as he patiently waits, and say what protocol requires of you: "One, Master, thank you for correcting me." [["My pleasure,"|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] he chuckles in your ear - and you believe him. <<between 2 2 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "femaleSobbing1" volume 2 play>><</if>> You are more prepared for the next hit... which is to say that you merely seize up instead of struggling wildly. A keening sound escapes from your lips, a wounded note straight up from the depths of your throat. Master hardens his hold on you, rides the waves of pain with you, keeps you in one piece. The pain subsumes... slowly. "T-two, Master, [[t-thank you for correcting me.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]]" <<between 3 3 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "femaleSobbing2" volume 2 play>><</if>> You have exhaled as the spoon fell, ensuring there was no air in your lungs to emit any kind of sound. It still leaves you trembling madly, trying to withstand the pain of your clit being smashed in such a way. "...t-three, Master... t-thank you f-for correcting me." you strutter. A finger gently pushes a lock of hair off your face. [[Then the spoon raises.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<between 4 4 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "spoonSpanking2" volume 1 play>><</if>> Having a gag in your mouth to bite would have been nice. As it is, your lips are a poor substitute for a chew toy: now you hurt in one place more. You shake in place, only barely held by Master's limbs, and wait through ragged breaths until your body has quelled. "F-f-four... M-Master..." You swallow, mouth working with difficulty. "...t-t-thank y-you f-for corr-recting me..." [[How many are left...?|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<between 5 5 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "spoonSpanking3" volume 2 play>><</if>> You gasp and throw yourself against Master, pushing into him as the mere contact with his skin would relieve your pain. //It hurts!// It hurts, and you deserves it because you fucked up. <<if $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_successful" >>What possessed you for teasing him?! //He// is the owner of your cunt, not the inverse! <<elseif $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_draw">>You had one job, and you blew it - //he// had to do with //his own hand.// <<elseif $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_unsuccessful">>You had one job, and you //didn't// blew him: hadn't he stopped you, you would have made his dick raw with your failure. <</if>> This punishment, this pain.. you deserve it. You thank him for his correction, [[your voice raw|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]]. His tender touch is something you deeply relish, regardless on how much you are undeserving of it. <<between 6 9>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<set _randomSpoonSpanking to ["spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking2", "spoonSpanking3", "spoonSpanking2", "spoonSpanking3", "femaleSobbing1"].random()>> <<audio _randomSpoonSpanking play>><</if>> Your clit feels very raw, yet you welcome the hard wooden spoon coming to squash it once again. You teased him. //You// are the one that needs to be needy, not him. Still, you decided to tease him with your silly tongue - and make the innocent one after he warned you! It's a very good thing that you convinced Master that you needed something more to be the best slave you could. You want - no, you //need// to be the best you that you can. For him. You thank Master for his work, and [[steel yourself for the next hit.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<between 10 12>> <> <<if $slavePain is 10>> <<set $achievementRequirements["subspace"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "subspace">> <</if>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<set _randomSpoonSpanking to ["spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking2", "spoonSpanking3", "femaleSobbing2"].random()>> <<audio _randomSpoonSpanking play>> <</if> <> You are having trouble in separating your pains, the one from your mashed clit from the one coming out of your abused pussy. It feels all the same: a wave of agony ebbing and flowing from and to your inner core, what should have been your most precious and intimate place. The spoon, merciless, makes swift micemeat of such ideas. You hurt, and you deserve it. You went above and beyond in making things worst for him, it's only right and natural that he corrects you What you feel now is what you should feel every time you //think// of doing such a thing again. You blabber your thanks to Master, [[trying not to shake too badly.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<between 13 16 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<set _randomSpoonSpanking to ["spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking2", "spoonSpanking3", "femaleSobbing2", "femaleSobbing2", "femaleSobbing1", "femaleSobbing1"].random()>> <<audio _randomSpoonSpanking play>><</if>> //Pain.// You have trouble separating the new avalanche of pain from the raw feeling in your cunt. Partly because you're so focused on remembering the correct count: you know that if you're wrong he will repeat the hit... and give you another for your mistake. It is something you're //deeply keen// on avoiding. You dimly hear your croaked voice thanking Master for keeping you honest. [[He cradles you in his arms.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=4]] <<between 17 100>> The rest of your punishment confuses with itself into a garbled mess of pained screams, struggles and clit spanking. Your mind is clouded, your voice hoarse, your body sore, your clit //on fire//. [[You can only suffer....|Sub_D00_Punishment][$slavePain+=4]] <<selectDefault>> The spoon makes you howl once again. You vaguely feel Master keeping you down, but most of your thoughts are focused on your pussy - who for once is regretting //everything//. You agree: the very idea of rubbing your clit, before so dreamy, is now the source of a vague sense of nausea. It is why your Master is so keen at punishing you trought your little nub. He recovers. Every time. And then leads you in temptation once again. Or at least, so it was before today. "That's the last, kitten." You blink owlishly - and Master takes advantage of your confusion to mash his lips against yours, giving you a sensual kiss. Your arms are released and hugs him back, while your silly mind is too busy drinking in the feeling of his tongue and lips against yours. When you separates, you whimper needly. Master chuckles and rubs your cheek with the back of his hand. "I too wish we could stay here all day. But we can't." You pout. [[It's unfair...|Sub_D00_ItsTime]] <<set $slavePain to _tempSlavePain>> <<if $outcomeSA.at(-1) == "blowjob_successfull">> <<set $achievementRequirements["thereIsNoGoodAndBad"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "thereIsNoGoodAndBad">> <</if>> <</selectRange>>

DEDICATE MORE TIME TO MAKING THOSE 'SIDE QUESTS' BECAUSE THEY WILL BE THE MEAT OF THE PHASE I Also write the fourth sequence, continuing from [[Sub_D01EH04_DinnerTeasing]] ___ punishments: 0: In Prologue, after 1st bj 1: In Part I, Event 1 2: In Part I, Event 2 Future scenes (where to insert?) 1. Ruined orgasm Finger fucked, gspot search and tease, switch to full clit rubbing as she comes close, leave it to twitch alone as cum threshold is reached 2. Bound pony in forest 3. Pulling the door close, he pushed her against it and returned the kiss hungrily. Pushing his tongue in her mouth, her responsive moan shot straight to his cock, which sprang back to life in seconds. Deepening the kiss again, he teased her tongue with his own until she returned his passion. There was nothing gentle about their kiss, as they did their best to devour each other like hungry, snarling wolves. It was rough and fierce, a meeting of two people full of resentment, anger and long-suppressed lust, and he hoped it was a preview of the coupling to come. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along her cheek and down her neck, nibbling at her pulse point in a way that made her moan. He brought his lips to one of her nipples and suked on the hard peak

<<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> He smiles as he sees where your eyes have landed... and how you're rubbing your thighs together. "Ready to be cuffed?" he teases, rolling the pair of handcuffs around a finger. "Ready to be your slave, Master." you reply, low and throathy. He laughs, then orders: "Presentation pose." You move instantly: legs spread at shoulder height, back squared, tits forward, chin lifted, hands behind your nape. Master approaches with a smile, but you don't even move your eyes to follow him - you are not allowed to. He disappear behind you, and for long moments you know nothing. Then your ear catches the //rickety-rack// of the cuff tightening around your wrist, one notch at time, and your cunt is drenched. "I'll never tire of seeing you react to bondage," whispers Master in your ear. @@#Sub_D00_Cuffs_interruptedSegment;@@ You swallow and feign innocence as he bend your arm on your lower back, then the other. Your breath slows, almost trapped inside your lungs, as you await with strangled anticipation the moment in which you will lose your freedom - but Master puts his nose on your head and inhales. You whine; he's being a tease, <<linkreplace "again..." t8n>>agai- <<ScrollTo "Sub_D00_Cuffs_interruptedSegment">> <center> //click// </center> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "handcuffed" volume 1 play>> <</if>> You inhale sharply, your knees suddently wobbly. Master laughts softly, a deep, throaty rumbling who did funny thing to your insides, and rubs a hand over your <<if $waistSize == "waistSize_S">>cute<<elseif $waistSize == "waistSize_M">>toned<<else>>shapely<</if>> ass. You push against his palm, almost unconsciously grinding into him, and he sinks his fingers in your flesh, making you moan wantonly. "Horny slut∼" You nod; it's true. His nose buries in your hairs again. "Mine." "Always." is the hoarse but immediate reply. His fingers leave her ass, making her pout; a few seconds later the two ends of a chain are passed along her waist and padlocked in front, snugly. He then grabs your arm, forcing it steady (not that you resist, of course) and a reinforced box is locked around the handcuffs, then secured to the chain with another padlock. Only your wrists and the metal circling it are 'free'; at no point you had access to a keyhole or could wiggle away. You're not going anywhere. As it should be. His hands lifts to your neck and hesitate. You held your breath; you know what is going to happen - //you// were the one to decide this - but to know is __not__ to be prepared for. A lock opens. Your collar slips off your neck. <<set $collar to "None">> You strangle a sob in its crib. You //will// have a collar by the end of this - a metal one, an unyielding one - but //this// collar stood with you for ''years'': a tangible, ever felt reminder of the ownership that your Master helds on your body, mind and soul. To have it away from your neck... it is heart-wrenching. His hand brushes gently, lovingly around your cheek for a long moment. Then he grabs your arm and soldiers on. He forcibly marches you forward until you are against the table. For a moment you think that he's about to bend you over and fuck you silly, but instead you see the hand not around your forearm digging deep inside a bag. [[When it finally comes out, it helds a gag.|Sub_D00_Gag]] <</linkreplace>>

<<set $bondage_gag to "muzzleGagWithHollowDildo">> Your eyes are enthralled by the muzzle gag held by his fingers... and the cock protruding from the inside of the panel. <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Gag, muzzle - resized.webp"></center> It is not the worst gag in your possession, but it surely is challenging: from personal experience you know that the dildo is thick enough to force your mouth open and drag your tongue down, making it useless, before continuing toward the end of the mouth and stopping just inside the throat. What's more, there is a tiny hole in front of the panel that drives through all the way, so that you can be made to drink while gagged. The straps around your ears and under your chin all have padlocks in the buckles, ready to be closed and stop any imaginary free finger of yours to pry the gag loose. It is the perfect implement to shut you up. "Kitten." Your eyes shifts to Master, who is looking at you with an unusually serious frown. "Last chance to stop this," he warned, gag still in hand. "[[Yes|Dub_D00_Yes]] or [[no|Sub_D00_No]]?"

<<set $clothes to "Vanilla">> Once again you stare at a mirror. You wear a white short-sleeved blouse, simple and confortable in spite of its style, and long black //pants// that wouldn't be out of place at work, plus a pair of low heeled shoes that had gone out of your memory long ago because of how utterly vanilla they are. They don't even have little padlocks strapping them at your feet. You have a ''bra''. And ''panties'', even. (And they feel strange, after all this time without!) //How strange,// you think. //I begin my complete enslavement.. by dressing as a normal person.// You shake your head. What a novelty thought- "Are you ready?" hollers Master from somewhere in the house. You jump, then your eyes widen and quickly check that your clothes are in order - nothing jumps to the eye, but you've got no time - "Yes, Master." you loudly answer, and scamper to find the other half of your life. You find him in the living room, a few suitcases piled near him, tinkering with something on a table. Walking toward him with(out?) haste, you can finally see what he has in his hands: <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Handcuffs - resized.jpg"></center> [[cuffs.|Sub_D00_Cuffs]]

<> <<set $masterArousal to 0 >> <<set $indexBj +=1>> <<set $countBj.push(0)>> <<set $lastBlowAction.push("None")>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobTease.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobLick.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobSuck.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $outcomeSA.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

━━━━━━━━━━ GENERAL ━━━━━━━━━━ <<set $slaveID to "24-253-558-481">> <<set $name_sub>> <<set $defaultSlaveName to ["Ariana", "Betty", "Charlotte", "Delilah", "Evelyn", "Freya", "Georgia", "Harper", "Isabel","Iris", "Jessica", "Karen", "Luna", "Madison", "Naomi", "Olivia", "Piper", "Riley", "Savannah", "Taylor", "Veronica", "Ximena", "Winona", "Zoey"].random()>> <<set $storyMode to "DifficultyEasy">> <<set $cheatMakingOf to false>> <<set $day to 0>> <<set $dayTime to 0>> <<set $defaultTimeskip to 30>> /* 30 min */ <<set $status to "Submissive">> <<set $currentPhase to 0>> <<set $phases to [ "n/a", "High-security inmate", "Low-grade prisoner", "Abject slavery" ]>> <<set $skinColor to "skinColor_pale">> <<set $hairColor to "hairColor_red">> <<set $hairLength to "hairLength_ass">> <<set $hairType to "hairType_straight">> <<set $eyeColor to "eyeColor_green">> <<set $breastSize to "breastSize_D">> <<set $waistSize to "waistSize_M">> ━━━━━━━━━━ STORY-SECTION SPECIFIC ━━━━━━━━━━ <<include "OneTimeInit_Prologue">> <<include "OneTimeInit_Part1">> ━━━━━━━━━━ MULTIMEDIA ━━━━━━━━━━ <<set $audioAllowed to setup.isAudioAllowed()>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<include "OneTimeInit_Audio">> <</if>> ━━━━━━━━━━ DRAGAN&AALENA DAY ━━━━━━━━━━ <<set $dayDragan to 1>> <<set $dayAalena to 0>> <<set $hour to 10>> ━━━━━━━━━━ OMNI-TOOL ━━━━━━━━━━ <<set $appComms_indexConversation_withAalena to 0>> <<set $appComms_indexConversation_withDragan to 0>> <<set $appComms_indexConversation_withTullso to 0>> <<set $appComms_indexConversation_withTullvea to 0>> <<set $appComms_currentlyTalkingWith to "">> <<set $appComms_conversationProgress to 0>> ━━━━━━━━━━ MINI-GAMES ━━━━━━━━━━ /* All sex activities in one go */ <<set $typeSexAct to []>> <<set $indexSA to -1>> <<set $actionSA to []>> <<set $outcomeSA to []>> <<set $mistakesSA to []>> <<set $showMasterArousal to false, $showSlavePain to false, $showSlaveEffort to false, $showSlaveArousal to false>> ━━━━━━━━━━ STATS ━━━━━━━━━━ <<include "OneTimeInit_Stats">> ━━━━━━━━━━ ACHIEVEMENTS ━━━━━━━━━━ <<set $achievementRequirements to {}>> <<for _key range Object.keys(setup.allAchievements)>> <<set $achievementRequirements[_key] to 0>> <</for>> ━━━━━━━━━━ VARIOUS ━━━━━━━━━━ <<include "OneTimeInit_BodyBondage">>

PHASE II "I told you that your orgasm are mine." says Master in your ear. "This includes those you selfishly stole before we met." You widen your eyes and look at Master in disbelief, then start begging - yet your gag silences you, transforming your earnest plea in garbled nonsense. His sadistic smirk does little to reassure you. "Don't worry, I will extract my punishment out of you... in due time." ______________ Today is the day Today is the last day of your free life... and the day you will become a slave

<div align=center class="niceCSStitle"> Chrysalis </div> //Chrisalis// is a BDSM interactive novel depicting the realization of a long-held fantasy by a female submissive thanks to her male Master. If any of the kinks here listed offends you or makes you queasy, don't continue further. See the [[Disclaimer]] for further information. If instead you feel a stirring in your loins and you want (and can) proceed further... > [[Start New Game (Easy difficulty)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyEasy"]] > [[Start New Game (Normal difficulty)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyNormal"]] > [[Start New Game (Hard mode)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyHard"]] P.s.: this novel supports [[one-handed navigation|One-handed navigation]]. <<set $storyMode to "null">>

<center> <> <<if $day != 0 && !tags().includes("dream") && !passage().includes("Phase ")>> Day <<print (Math.clamp($day, 1, 7))>>, Week <<print (Math.trunc(($day /7)) +1)>>, Phase $currentPhase: $phases[$currentPhase]. ---- About <<print Math.trunc($dayTime/60)>> hours after awakening. <</if>><></center> <<include "TestVariables">>

<<set $currentPhase to 1>><center> <<fadein 2s 2s>> ! Part I <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 5s>> !! larva <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 8s>> // I saw a little silkworm. It had a funny name. My teacher called it larva, But it wiggled all the same... //<</fadein>> <<timed 14s>> <<goto "Sub_D01_Dream">><</timed>> </center>

<center> <<timed 2s >> ! Part II <<next>> !! pupa <<next>> // It made a cocoon so snowy white, Its neighbors made theirs yellow and bright. And then inside where none could see, A pupa formed, my teacher told me... // <<next 4s>> <<goto "Sub_D01_Dream">> <</timed>> </center> <<set $dayTime to 0>>

// You whimper and struggle in your bondage, to no avail. Nothing bulges from its confinement, and your trapped body is easy prey for the cane slashing through the air. A line of fire adds to those marking your ass in stripes and you scream in your gag, whriting for another reason. Again, it is useless. An evil laugh prompts you to turn your head in that direction - the only movement you have left. Here is the man, the lovely, dastardly man that pushed you face on the table and secured your collar to it before tying your legs spread to those of the table, exposing your naked pussy to his voyeur gaze. He has been caning you mercilessly for innumerable minutes, and you love him for this. "Having enough?" he rumbles, low. "You just need to talk. That's it." You mumble desperately in your gag, trying to tell him that yes, "<<linkreplace "I want to talk!" t8n>>E aane ee eaak!<</linkreplace>>", and "<<linkreplace "I'll do whatever you want!" t8n>>Eaa me ahaeemea eee aane!<</linkreplace>>" ... but nothing gets out of your mouth except meaningless sounds, too garbled to understand. "Nothing? Truly?" He shakes his head in mock pity, and you whimper pleadingly through the panel obscuring your lips. "And me who thought we had a bond, you and me. Oh well." Master raises the cane once again and you steel yourself for// <<linkappend "//the next strike...//" t8n>> <<scrolldown 500ms>> ---- <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellAlarm" volume 1 play goto "Sub_D01_Awaken">> A siren blares out, jolting off your dream. <<else>>[[A siren blares out, jolting off your dream.|Sub_D01_Awaken]]<</if>> <</linkappend>>

<> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Prison door - resized.jpeg"></center> <<selectRange $dayTime>> /* between 6am and 7.45am - 8 times slot, 4 Ltime slot */ <<between 0 105>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_BeforeEH01">> /* at 8am - 1 times slot, 1 Ltime slot */ <<between 120 120>> <<include "Sub_D01EH01_Breakfast">> /* between 8.15am and 11.45am - 14 times slot, 7 Ltime slot */ <<between 135 345>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_EH01toEH02">> /* at 12am (lasts 1h) - 4 times slot, 2 Ltime slot */ <<between 360 360>> <<include "Sub_D01EH02_FreshAir&Yoga">> /* between 13.15 am and 3.45pm - 10 times slot, 5 Ltime slot */ <<between 435 585>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_EH02toEH03">> /* at 4pm - 1 times slot, 1 Ltime slot */ <<between 600 600>> <<include "Sub_D01EH03_LunchAnal">> /* between 4.15pm and 7.45pm - 14 times slot, 7 Ltime slot */ <<between 615 825>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_EH03toEH04">> /* at 8pm - 1 times slot, 1 Ltime slot */ <<between 840 840>> <<include "Sub_D01EH04_DinnerTeasing">> /* between 8.15pm and 9pm - 4 times slot, 2 Ltime slot */ <<between 855 900>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_AfterEH04">> /* at 9.15pm */ <<between 915 930>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_Sleep">> <<selectDefault>> DEFAULT VALUE, NO BELOW BOUNDARIES FOUND - AND IT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</selectRange>> <<if $dayTime<360>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_DecisionTree">> /* The value in the 'if' decides after what time period you go to EndVersion */ <<elseif $dayTime == 120 || $dayTime == 360 || $dayTime == 840 || $dayTime == 600>> /* Do not display the decision tree: it's time for an event */ <<else>> [[What are you going to do?|EndVersion]] <</if>> <>

You hesitate. Master notices and immediately pounces on it. "We don't have to do this." he says. "Not now, at least." The hand around your arm renounces its grip on it in favour of rubbing the back of his hand along your bare skin. "I can put this on hold until it's time." "But I want it..." you whisper. "And you will have it." Master pulls you close and hugs you. You sob and burrow your face in his chest; you're too bound to wrap him around your body as you desire, but as always Master understands and tightens the hug. "When you're ready. I promise." You swallow down a sob. "Promise?" asks your voice, feeble and pleading. His lips kiss you on your brow. "I promise." he vows. He slips your collar on your neck once again, [[then hugs you tenderly.|End_ConsentRefused]]

<<set $achievementRequirements["newLife"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "newLife">> You look Master straight into his eyes. "Break me," you say. "Mold me, shape me, make me yours in every possible way. Bind me hard for hours straight, punish me at the slightest failure, have no mercy. //Make me a slave!//" You see his gaze lit up in lust, love and tenderness. He doesn't ask you to open your mouth: he grabs your hairs, pull your head backward and pushes the gag inside. Just as you wanted. You choke; you weren't prepared. Nor did you need to: it was //Master's// choice now - not yours, not anymore; you relinquished it. The cock tunnels in your mouth, pushing your tongue aside and scraping against your throat. Your eyes waver but your Master has no mercy: he doesn't stop until the panel is flush against your face, then quickly buckles tightly the strap around your head and snap the padlock shut. You can feel a few stray locks of hairs trapped unconfortably by the strap, and you can't do a thing about it. You love it. He does the same with the strap under your chin, then grabs it between thumb and index to lift your head and force you to look at him "As you wish, [[prisoner.|Sub_D00_Van]]" he growls.

You are frog-marched out of the house with no regards for the limited size of your steps, and are forced to scamper to avoid being dragged by your arm. He guides you to the garage, then moves you near the rear of your van and flushes the key from his pocket. Brusquely he pushes your shoulders down. You kneel on the harsh floor, and all you think about is that you're getting your pants dirty. The realization of how incongruous your stray thought is makes you giggle - but you can't, you only gurgle in your gag. Are you in shock? Could be; you're finally getting what you want, and the reality is //way// more than you had fantasized. The rear doors of the van opens and you shudder at what is inside. Gone are the seats and paraphernalia of before: now a single leather chair occupies the interior, facing in your direction, and it has enough straps and anchor points to stop an elephant out cold. You whimper in dread and excitement. Then Master's hand grabs you [[by your neck|Sub_D00_Strapped]].

<<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "leatherChairStrapped">> You are lifted on your feet, forced inside, dragged to the chair. He turns you, then forces you down. You barely have time to see an indentation in the back before your sitting forces your tied arms in the space waiting for them. Then Masters secures a strap around your waist, and you're stuck. It is not the end, of course. In the guidelines that you have drawed, you were rather clear that a certain level of overkill was not merely expected, but //required//. Since your <<if $waistSize == "waistSize_S">>skinny<<elseif $waistSize == "waistSize_M">>fit<<else>>plump<</if>> body clearly had the prodigious strength of a body-builder, keeping you pinned will require an unreasonable (for others) amount of binding. Master obliges with gusto. A strap circles around her crotch and pushes it down and backward, keeping your ass in place. Your knees are kept spread by two leather cuffs attached to the legs of the chair, gifting Master a full view of your drenched (and now almost transparent) panties. Two leather cuffs joins your metal anklets, they in turn secured to anchor points so to force your feet as apart as your leg irons allow. Your whole lower body is kept immovable. The rest of you has more freedom... from a certain point of view. You can twist your torso somewhat, even if the leather belt cinched around your waist and secured to the back of the chair makes it difficult. Pushing your shoulders off the seat is flat out impossible: two straps starts from them and crosses between your breast, trapping your shoulders completely. Together they give the best (and most restrictive) impression of a flight harness. Your arms, of course, were trapped - sealed inside the cavity of the seat the moment you were forced on it. The only thing you could still move, except for your wiggling and useless fingers, was your head... and from the smirk on Master's face as he grabbed your chin, [[this was about to change.|Sub_D00_Secured]]

<center>The end.</center> ...what? You don't like it? Well, this //is// the end of this branch of the novel. Consent is after all the greatest and most important of all kinks. But nothing prevents you to go [[back to the beginning|StartMenu]] and choose different choices...

He touches your forehead with a finger and pushes your head back, flush against the leather... then he smirks cruelly. You whimper, and nothing escapes your packed mouth. A touch, just a touch on your clit, and you'd come<<if hasVisited("Sub_D00_Punishment")>> - even wrecked with pain as you are<</if>>. He grabs a strap from beyond your field of view and slowly secures it around your forehead, taking his time in removing the last bit of freedom available to you. All too soon, it is done: you're a statue of flesh and bondage, with only the pulse beating fast in your neck and your frantic eyes showing any life. His lips curves upward, then he pinches your nose shut. You moan - you //try// to moan, you wiggle, you push against the straps with all your might, but you don't bulge an inch. The air burns in your lung and your head feels woozy, yet you struggle - or so you //try//, but you fail and fail and fail. You //try// to contort your neck and face to escape his merciless grip, you //try// to turn away, to scream, to plead, to //breathe//. You fail. He releases you. You inhale frantically, pulling as much air as your nostril can pull in your deprived lungs - he touches your nose again, and you almost stop breathing. "From now on, you lost every right," he says, "breathing included. You exist for my pleasure, at my leisure, by my command. You will earn the right for a collar back - one of steel, made for utter and unrelentable control. You have chosen to submit to me, now I //take// this choice from you." What litte of your face is visible behind the straps is red in arousal, but Master has yet to finish. "I will alter your body as I see fit. I will alter your //mind// as I see fit. I will reshape, mold and forge you in the perfect slave. Obedience will be enforced, not freely granted - //and you shall feel pain//." He briefly brushes your hairs from in front of your eyes - the last tender touch you will feel in a long time - then he abruptly turns and goes outside. [[The doors of the van are closed shut.|Sub_D00_DriveStart]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "exercise_D00" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $slaveMaxEffort to 26>>

<<switch $P1_CA_inspectCell>> <<case 0>> You haven't got the opportunity to inspect your cell yesterday; tired and worn out from the excitement, you conked out. You do it now, and what you see makes you whistle, impressed. The cell is a 3mx4m rectangle eerily resemblant some images of high-security cells you downloaded while browsing the internet for ==mastu== //ideas//. Harsh neon lights installed in the ceiling offer no shadow or opportunities to hide, and you already know that they don't switch off at night - with no windows, there is no way to measure the passage of time. The mindfuck makes you slightly wet under the belt. A corner is occupied by a toilet-sink combination in stainless steel. No divider would hide you while on it: Master would be able to see all of you at all moments, even there. The bed too gave no hiding places, since it is just a foam mattress over a block of solid cement. There aren't even sheets. The door is steel. Solid, thick steel, with three rectangular openings currently barred by steel panels. One is at eye level, to let Master inspect the cell before entering. One is on the bottom, probably to let meals through, even if the opening is a bit higher than you expected. The third is only slightly higher than the second one, and you have no idea what it may be for. And on all corners of the ceiling, perfectly posed to record //everything//, you see cameras blinking at you. [[You're not going to escape this.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<case 1>> You're not going to just //assume// your cell is inespugnable, of course. A true prisoner would not resign to her fate so easily! First is the sink and toilet combo. You grab the cold metal and try to pry it away, even putting a foot on its column for better leverage, but the only thing you obtain is to hurt your bum when you slip and fall. Nope, not going anywhere. ...you //do// notice a few strange grommets and gaskets on the side of the column, but they are either flush or sunk in the unit and it's difficult to even touch those, nevermind figuring out what they are for. Next on your list is the door. Just thinking of trying its sturdiness makes you bruise, so you don't try something silly like shoving or kicking it. The catflaps and metal sliders, through, //could// potentially be opened... Much sweat later and a nail almost broken, you conclude that ''no'', you cannot open those. The fascinating view of the sterile hallway outside will have to wait. There isn't much left to inspect. The cameras and a few aeration grids are way outside your reach... and you notice that the former have a transparent cover to protect them, so you couldn't hit them with a flip flop even if you wanted. The 'bed' is just a slate of cement, there are no windows... you //could// pull the mattress against the door, in theory, but with the cameras he would know if you lay in ambush. Oh, and there are a few anchor points on the wall that you know are in no true prison cell... and many BDSM dungeons. [[You're out of ideas.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<set $badIdea_mattress to true>> <<case 2>> Observing your cell with more attention, you find a few things strange. First, the heating. There is none (that you could know of; putting a hand on the walls to check for warm pipes wasn't exactly accurate), yet the temperature is warmer than you should have expected. You have assumed that the fake prison you were in was underground given the chill at the intake area, but now you were reconsidering. Humidity too is a mystery: a cellar is supposed to be damp and wet, yet the air in your cell is dry. [[...where the hell are you?|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<default>> Surprisingly, there isn't much to do in a cell like this. No TV, no books, no entertainmente of any kind. You can sit, you can walk (a little), you can lay on your back, you can sleep. That's it. [[Boredom is a bad cell mate....|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <</switch>>

<<set $P1_CA_subReflect to 0>> You jolt awake with a curse on your lips, still sleepy and very confused. That horrible sound is still going strong and you mutter words that would earn you a caning if your Master were to hear them, expecially since they describe in rude details his ancestry to the third generation. Dimly you lift an arm with the intent of smacking it on the snooze button of the sabotaged alarm - you //would// get back at Master for it, so you promise - instead you miss the target and almost manage to throw yourself off the bed. You huff, then tear the sheets off your body. ...there are no sheets. You blink, then chase away the cobwebs in your head and blow from your mouth to push your hairs away. Looking around, you find yourself not in the bedroom you share with Master, with wooden furniture and linen sheets, but inside the unforgiving cell of a prison specifically designed to detain the most high-profile, volatile and dangerous prisoner you can concieve: you yourself. "...it was not a dream." you whisper, almost as if believing that saying it out loud would dissipate the fullfilling vision under your eyes into nothingness. But it doesn't happen: the solid concrete walls and sturdy metal furniture are here to stay, and you within the boundaries of your cell. You //beam// and jump off the bed. Today shall not be a good day: it shall be [[a marvelous one∼|Sub_D01_CellHub]]

<> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") is false>> <<include "Sub_D01_M_1stTime">> <<else>> /* Has masturbated and got punished */ <<if $bondage_wrist != "None">> /* i.e. punished, still bound afterward */ <<include "Sub_D01_M_AfterPunishment">> <<else>> /* I.e.punished, then released from bondage */ <<include "Sub_D01_M_DreamsOfCum">> <</if>> /*End $bondage_wrist check */ <</if>> /*End has been punished for masturbating 1st time check */ <>

/* Phase 1 - Cell Activity */ <<set $P1_CA_inspectBody to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_masturbate to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_rebember to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_rememberMaster to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_meditate to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_nap to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_yoga to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_chained to 0>> <<set $badIdea_mattress to false>> <<set $questionMistakes to 0>> <<if $audioAllowed>> /* Audio - Part 1 */ <<cacheaudio "alarm" "sounds/Part 01/Alarm_cut.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "cattleProd" "sounds/Part 01/Short Electric Shock.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "waterHose" "sounds/Part 01/Water hose.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "forestAmbience" "sounds/Part 01/Forest ambience.mp4">> /* Audio - Part 1 - Cell ambience */ <<cacheaudio "cellAlarm" "sounds/Cell/Terrifying Air Raid Siren Sound.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "cellOpened01" "sounds/Cell/Cell door lock or unlock.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "cellClosed01" "sounds/Cell/Cell door latch.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "footstepsOutside" "sounds/Cell/Hallway Footsteps.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "footstepsOutsideLoop" "sounds/Cell/Hallway Footsteps - loop.mp4">> <</if>>

You are a young woman<<if $clothes is "None">>, naked.<<elseif $clothes is "Vanilla">> in smart clothes - a short sleeved shirt, pants, low-heeled shoes, //underwear//.<<elseif $clothes is "prisonerUniform">> in a bright orange prisoner outfit: lumpy shirt, long pants, a pair of flip-off on your feet. On it, in a big, blocky font, is written ''PRISONER'', then below ''$name_sub'', then your slave id: ''$slaveID''.<</if>> <> <<if (def $hairLength)>>You <<if $hairLength is "hairLength_bald">>are bald<</if>> <<switch $hairLength>> <<case "hairLength_shoulder">>have short, <<case "hairLength_middle">> mid-length, <<case "hairLength_ass">>long, <</switch>> <<if $hairLength != "hairLength_bald">><<switch $hairColor>> <<case "hairColor_red">>red hairs. <<case "hairColor_blonde">>blonde hairs. <<case "hairColor_brown">>brown hairs. <<case "hairColor_black">>black hairs. <</switch>><</if>> Your cup size is <<switch $breastSize>> <<case "breastSize_B">>B <<case "breastSize_C">>C <<case "breastSize_D">>D <<case "breastSize_DD">>DD <<case "breastSize_G">>G <</switch>> and you have a <<switch $waistSize>> <<case "waistSize_S">>tiny <<case "waistSize_M">>toned <<case "waistSize_L">>big <</switch>> ass. When not under a blindfold, <<if $bondage_blindfold != "None">>like now, <<elseif $bondage_hood != "None">> or a hood like now, <</if>> your eyes are <<switch $eyeColor>> <<case "eyeColor_blue">>blue. <<case "eyeColor_green">>green. <<case "eyeColor_gray">>gray. <<case "eyeColor_black">>black. <</switch>> <</if>><> <<if $bondage_blindfold is "leatherBlindfold">>A leather blindfold covers your eyes, blocking your sight. It is making you quiver in anticipation... and not only that. <</if>><<if $bondage_gag is "muzzleGagWithHollowDildo">>A muzzle gag wraps around the lower half of your face, hiding it; as if there was any need, your mouth is made full by the rubber dildo protruding from the panel part of your gag. Whimpering helplessly is allowed, talking is out of the question. The dildo has a tube inside which allows Master to give you water without freeing you. How much will you be gagged? You don't know.<<elseif $bondage_gag is "ballGag">>A big, rubber ball is settled just behind your teeth, making your speech a garbled nonsense; the gag is buckled at your nape and you cannot free yourself.<<elseif $bondage_gag is "panelGag">>A panel gag wraps around your mouth, buckled snugly around your chin and nape so that you cannot free yourself by rubbing against a corner or something like that. There is an insert on the inside, to further muffle anything you try to say, but even by tasting it with your tongue you cannot be sure of its shape.<<else>>Your mouth is free to speak... for the moment. Talking back at Master will be a sure way to change this.<</if>> <> <<if $bondage_wrist is "handcuffs">> Your wrists are handcuffed <<if $bondage_wrist is "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> to a waist chain <</if>> <<if $bondagePosition_wrists is "behindBack">> behind your back. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $bondage_ankles is "legIrons">>Your ankles are in leg irons. <</if>> <<if $bondage_wrist is "wallShackles" && $bondage_ankles is "floorShackles">> Your hands and feet are shackled to the wall and floor, respectively. <<elseif $bondage_ankles is "floorShackles">> Your feet are shackled to the floor. <<elseif $bondage_wrist is "wallShackles">> Your hands and feet are shackled to the wall. <</if>> <<if $bondagePosition_ankles is "shufflingChainBetweenFeetAndTransportChain">> Another chain connects the one around your waist to the leg irons, further limiting your mobility. <</if>> <><<if $chastity is "slimChastityBelt">>Your pussy is trapped behind a slim chastity belt. It is very secure and has a domed shield that doesn't touch either your lips or your clit, no matter how much you try. You've tried a lot. <</if>>

<<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "vanGoing" volume 0.75 play loop>><</if>> <<selectRange $slaveEffort>> <<between 0 3>> Boredom is a familiar acquietance for those guilty of loving long-time bondage, like you. The excitement of your 'kidnapping' had dimwled, your pussy is <<if $slaveMaxPain >0 >>hurting less<<else>>less horny<</if>> and one of the shoulder straps is making you itch. <<if $slaveEffort is 3>>Oh, and your nose is twitching as if before sneezing.<</if>> Your fingers wiggle uselessly in their alcove, unable to help. Usually after a few hours the mind begins to waver and any sense of time cease to exist, but this is not yet your case. You are free to experience every mind-numbing minute, with no distraction, no novelty, Occasionally the vehicle hits a bump in the road, or Master accellerates and you are sent against the straps holding you, but that's it. The van trudges on, [[leading you toward the unknown.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 4 9>> The van rumbles forward toward your unseen destination. The windows have been covered and you cannot see the outside... actually, if not for the courtesy lights, you wouldn't be able to see at all. You've started sweating<<if $slaveEffort <= 5>> a bit<<elseif $slaveEffort >= 8>> a lot<</if>>, but nothing unmanageable. <<if $slaveEffort is 9>>The drop of sweat taking its sweet time falling down your temple, however, is beginning to bother you... Still, you<<else>> You<</if>> have endured - //will// endure - [[a lot worst than this.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 10 12>> You may be directed toward the mountains, but you're not sure. Understanding if you're driving up a hill is simple if you see out of the windscreen or the inclination is steep, but you're sealed immobile against a heavy seat and what few vibration arrives at you from the engine mute whatever feeling the road may cause. Well, except when Master hits a hole. <<if $slaveEffort != 12>>...he's hitting an awful amount of them, isn't it?<<else>>...and he's definitely hitting them on purpose. Honestly! Did he choose a mule track just for her?<</if>> Well, one thing is for sure: [[you're not going to pay for the suspensions.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] For being a brat, however... <<between 13 13>> You have a problem: you need to pee. You went to the bathroom just before starting the voyage and you drank little the day before precisely to avoid this, yet here you are: with your bladder starting to protest. Maybe the strap around your crotch is pressing in the area? Knowing what Master's reaction would be at finding the seat soiled, [[you hold it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 14 16>> Your passive reaction to your rebellious bladder has opened the road for a thousand of other tiny actions of sedition from the rest of your body. Suddently sweat is gathering in the hollows of your neck, under your ass, in your face. Your arms are starting to ache and protesting the forced confinement; the chains don't feel much confortable now. You endure. <<if $slaveEffort >= 15>>You hold it. <</if>><<if $slaveEffort is 16>>You strain yourself. <</if>> You cannot do anything else. ...and in //that//, there is all the beauty of what you seek. You ''cannot'' do a thing. It is not up to you, not now, [[nor ever.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 17 17>> You couldn't resist: you pissed yourself. You didn't expell //much// liquid, so you hope that your panties and pants were able to absorb the most of it, but you definitely soiled the seat. Your annoyed grumbles are strangled with no compunctions by the gag and you are left wiggling in your waste. Not an experience you'd care to repeat. More worringly, Master will //not// be happy about it. <<if $punishmentCollected >0 >>You've already been punished once, today, and you would have preferred not to repeat the experience - expecially because of you actually messing up, instead of just teasing Master. Failure is ''never'' a happy outcome.<<else>>Your service up until this moment has been perfect, and while you expect to be punished extensively during the process of your enslavement, you much prefer it to be because of Master feeling merciless and taking advantage of any slim opportunity than out of a true, honest mistake on your part. Well, except for teasing him a bit... <</if>> Still, [[it's not like you can do something about it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 18 21>> The feeling of the pee drying up on your pussy and legs is horrible. Watersports have never been among your kinks and the sticky thing between your legs is gross. You wish you could wipe yourself. <<if $slaveEffort >= 20>> Focusing on the ickness makes you realize how much the travel has lasted. You have long lost track of time, but you suspect it has already been hours and that you are far from home. <</if>>[[Where are you going?|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 22 22>><<masteraudio stop>> The van slow down and stops. You crane your neck (uselessly) and ears, but the rear of the vehicle is well muted. You dimly feel Master slamming a car door, mostly because of the vibration, but then nothing happens. You struggle a bit, but the only thing changed is that the sweat makes pushing against the leather even more difficult: now you're slippery. Suddently the rear door opens, blinding you with the light of the outside world. You blink furiously your eyes, but for when you've chased away the spots in your vision Master has already closed the door behind him. "Hello, slave." he greets you. He waves a bottle filled with a greenish liquid at you. "Parched?" Your plaintive whine should have been strangled in its crib by the gag, but in this you manage to defeat your bondage. Master chuckles, then approaches you and pushes a cross between a straw and a funnel in the hole of your panel gag. <<linkappend "You dutifully suck.">><<masteraudio stop>> //Blessed//. ''Relief''. Only the barest of the liquid goes in your dry mouth, the rest sent straight down her gullet by the length of the dildo, yet that few drops are heaven. You haven't realized how hot it was inside the car, but your body did - and it is mighty grateful for the nourishment. You cannot taste much of what he's making you drink; you assume it is something that will quell your hunger, but it's the //thirst// that is on your mind right now. You drink slowly in spite of your wants; Master is careful in parcelling the unknown drink for you. The passage in the gag is small and it would be all too easy for you to choke, and not in the good way. Still, having this base function of your life controlled further reinforces how much you are now dependant from him. It is a bliss of a completely another kind. Master pulls back the bottle and plugged it, casually disregarding your pitiful whine... then he sniffs. His eyes are immediately attracted to the mess you made, but to your surprise he chuckles. Seeing the confusion in your eyes, he loom on your seated and bound form and grips the hairs on your head until you whine again. "I will punish you later, slave." he whisper in your ear. You look at him with desire, but he smirks and slips out of the rear door, slamming it behind him with force. You are alone once again. [[The van restarts.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <</linkappend>> <<between 23 25>> You are tired, your body feels bruised all over and your ass is starting to tingle. If before you could offer no resistance to your bondage, now you welcome the straps as you slump against them. You breathe slowly, laboriously. Your hair are matted along your face and you see only a little. You're spent, yet you cannot do anything. Sometimes Master makes a curve and you are forced to lean on one side of the belts, sometimes he drives upward and you are sent against your seat. You don't know; thinking is getting hard. You want for this to end, [[but it's not up to you.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<between 26 26>> <<masteraudio stop>> The constant rumble of the engine had died out. You take a few minutes to realize it, so it comes as a surprise when Master re-ignites it again and makes a few short curves, probably parking... wherever you are. Then the van is switched off for the last time and the courtesy lights follows, plunging you into darkness. [[Master opens the door.|Sub_D00_Arrival]] <</selectRange>>

<<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "None">> <<masteraudio stop>> "Rise and shine, inmate!" he bellows, hurting your ears. "The first day of the rest of your life is about to begin." You mumble something incoherent that even your ears cannot perceive, then Master is upon you. The first to go are the straps around your waist and crotch, then the knee and ankle cuffs are unbuckled and released. Your leg irons stay on, but you can now wiggle your feet and get blood in your legs again. The next to be released are the belts across your shoulder. Seeing you wobble, Master helpfully keeps you steady - by grabbing a tit and squeezing it, //hard//. You ==whine== wheeze and weakly struggle against him, which ends up to nowhere and amuses Master quite a bit. Still groping you, he finally unbuckles the straps keeping your head from dropping on your chest. "Prisoners must not be lazy." He pulls with his squeezing hand, making you bend a lot before you manage to pull yourself off the seat; between your useless arms and the indentation you left in the leather, you'd never got off without his 'help'. "Presentation pose, now!" he barks. You inhale and widens your legs as far as the leg irons allow. Your shoulders are hard to square backward, but bringing your tits forward alleviates your torment... up until Master grabs an arm firmly and pinches your nipple to pull your uncertain body ahead. "Proceed at marching pace! One! Two! One, two! One..." You half stumble half are dragged by your tit beyond a heavy looking door, then on a sterile hallway, then out another door. Finally Master relents his grip on your chest, but not your arm, and you have the opportunity to [[look around.|Sub_D00_Intake]]

<<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "wallShackled">> <<set $bondage_wrist to "shackled">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "shackled">> The room is painted istitutional white, with cheap, grey tiles on the floor that scream 'government facility' and harsh neon lights overhead that cast everything in esquisite details. A part of the wall on your left is painted with horizontal stripes of black paint, with notes on their height; a camera is already set on a tripod in front and a nearby desk has office stationery on it. The wall on your right has two bright yellow spots at head level, and two shackles near it, while the floor under it has two green ovales and two more shackles. A locker is nearby, yet away from the drain just before the green marks. In front of you, another door awaits. You swallow - or try so, before the cock in your mouth stops you cold. He called you //inmate//. You steal a glance at Master and tremble at his excited grin. Still keeping a hold on your arm, he frog-marches you to the ensemble on your right and forces you to kneel nose against the wall. You huff - or try so - and you're immediately rewarded with a hard slap on your ass. A foot prods your legs more open none too gently. Cold iron closes around your left ankle, then your right. "A trusted prisoner would be left stripping by herself." You hear the casual voice of Master, then the sound of a key turned and what you believe to be the locker door opened. "But //you//... you're not trusted." He grips the neck of your shirt, making you jolt, and his other hand closes around //your// neck. You wiggle minutely, more out of surprise than anything else, yet is enough to prompt Master into tighening his hold on your airways. "Stay. //Still//." You freeze. A small tug on your shirt, then the slow //riiiip// of the fabric cut - //oh fuck he's cutting my clothes off!// - and the sticky halves of your top separates, blowing cold air on your sweaty back. A few more cuts, swifter now that the tool moves away from your bound arms, and your sleeves are mutilated, then he rips the remnants of your shirt off your body. It's cold in the room, expecially after the oven in which the van has transformed itself, but it's not for the cold that your nipples are [[standing at attention|Sub_D00_Undressing]].

He frees your wrist, then traps it in his fingers as he snaps the open cuff on your waist chain - no detail left to chance with you. One freed from his grip, you are allowed to put your palm on the yellow circle and are soon rewarded by the feeling of more metal tightening on it. Your other wrist soon follow, and you are shackled hands and feet against the wall. Spread for Master to see. "Excellent." You don't dare to turn backward, but you can feel his grin. "From now on, every time you see such a combination of yellow and green spots, and I order you so, you are to assume this position immediately. Failure to comply will be //harshly// punished. You will not deviate from this position until another command has been given; you will look straight in front of you and you will not make a peep until questioned. Have you understood what I said, prisoner?" You nod; it's the only answer you are allowed to give. "Good. Now stay still. Time to clean the filth out of you." You blink and resist the impulse to tilt your head. The way in which <<linkreplace "Master has spoken is vaguely worrying..." t8n>>Master spo- <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Surprise.jpg"></center> The jet of frigid water hits you like a thousand ice needles, tearing a muffled shriek out of your gagged mouth. The hosed liquid was aimed straight at your crotch, blasting the core of your being in a way you'd never suffered - and never would have, had you chosen to! Master laughts, then moves the spray of water along your legs and redoubles on your back, now curved to protect the rest of your body. It is a futile gesture: he just moves at your sides and spray you again with the water, hitting your breasts and your thighs and your stomach and //your pussy//--- For when he's finished, you are a bedrizzled, shivering mass of quivering flesh blinded by her own wet hairs. Mercifully, the torture ends as soon as you're all wet - in the worst way possible - and a harsh towel is promptly rubbed along your skin, probably tearing away a layer or two. He takes more consideration when he dries your pussy... in that he puts more effort in scrubbing it raw. <<if $punishmentCollected >0 >>You shrieks again as the hard cloth rubs on your clit, still raw, and attempt to wiggle away from it. All you got is a hard spanking on your poor nub, and a warning to stay still "if you don't want something //more// painful to happen to you." Useless to say, you're quelled istantly.<</if>> As Master moves away from you, you take the opportunity to catch your breath. [[And you lose it again as you see what new instrument of torture Master returns with.|Sub_D00_Belting]] <</linkreplace>> <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "wallShackles">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "floorShackles">> <</silently>>

<<set $clothes to "None">> Your shoes are uncerimoniously slipped off your feet and thrown in a corner. His hands then pats your legs down, inspecting you for contraband... and sneaking a few gropes in the process. The mess you made catches his attention once again. "Tsk," he chuckles. "Soiling yourself, now? Are you a dirty girl, prisoner?" You flush, then shook your head. No, you're not dirty - well, //yes//, you are, but not in that way. His answer is to cut your bra in pieces and twist both your nipples, ''hard'', until you squirm madly and plead for mercy. "A liar as well." Your nipples are released; your relief lasts until Master uses your hairs to cruelly bend your head backward and meet your pained gaze with his own, sadistic one. "Liars do not enjoy their life in this prison." He releases you, then pushes your head against the wall. You understand the implied message and don't move your nose from the concrete - ears twitching madly at every step, every sound, every small rumor that may tell you of your fate. The snap of latex gloves on hands is a pretty big clue. The blade that got rid of your shirt and bra returns, this time to slice at your pants. He must move carefully this time; between your hands still cuffed, the waist chain and the fabric sticking to your skin, cutting you is all too easy. Still, his dexterous hands do not wound you - as you already knew beforehand. Master would never hurt you, not without wanting it. It is a relief to get rid of your soiled bottom, and you celebrates as Master rips your panties away. His gloved fingers then inspect your pussy and thighs - a perfunctory check that doesn't inflame your lust <<if $punishmentCollected >0 >>and only briefly pains your punished crotch, <</if>>but drives home the vulnerability of your situation and burns your cheeks with humiliation. Then Master grabs you by your armpits and lifts you, leaving you to dangle in mid-air without support before the shackles on your feet and the leg irons snaps at maximum extension. Only then he lowers you on the ground. The message is driven home once again: you are completely in his power. "That's what is going to happen." he declares. "I will release the lockbox on your handcuff. Then I will unlock a wrist, tie its cuff to the transport belt and secure your hand to the shackle on the wall. You //will// cooperate, instantly, or you shall pay the consequences. Got it?" You nods frantically. [[Yes, you got it.|Sub_D00_Cleaning]] "Good." replies Master.

<<set $chastity to "slimChastityBelt">> A chastity belt. <center> <img src="images/Part 00/Chastity belt.webp"></center> It is a slim thing of polished metal. Its waist band is sleek almost tubular, and bends along the curve of your hips. A thin metal cable descends from the front and quickly enlarges in a perforated shield where your pussy will be, then it continues through your ass cheeks and rejoins the hip band, stopping only to form a hole big enough to let your poo out... or his dick in. If not for the gag, you'd be panting like a bitch in heat. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at his amused smirk. "You do //not// have the right to any kind of pleasure for the foreseeable future." he states, sentencing you to the horniest hell in earth. "There will be no automatic expiration date, no reduced sentence for good behaviour. Your pussy is a //lifer//, prisoner." You moan and tremble on the spot, the cold long forgotten. You have begun dripping once again, but this time it's not water and no towel can dry you off. //This//. This is what you were searching for, what you wanted for you and Master, what the ingenuity and imagination and hard work of the both of you had created - and you were now living. Subjugation. Complete, abject subjugation. The belt is unlocked under your eyes, then Master goes behind you. Something is pressed in the small of your back - two cold bands circles your body and joins in front - then a strap is uncerimonously ridden up your snatch, pressing down all over the boundaries of your enflamed pussy, never even touching your quivering flesh. The //click// of the lock is [[eerily definitive.|Sub_D00_PrisonerUniform1]]

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A woman sat behind a desk, sifting through papers. <center> <img src="images/TMoF/TMoF - Alice in her studio - resized.jpg"></center> She was young and very punk-oriented: her hairs were long on one side and shaved on the other, her nose and lips were pierced, her bare arms were tattooed estensively. One only had to look at her eyes to see the piercing intelligence and cunning mind hiding behind her looks. Her name was Alice - like the story, as she always remarked. She hummed and hammed, sometimes giving unimpressed glances at him before turning her eyes back to the papers. You let her be; her pride in her profession and her disdain of shoddy works were well known, and both you and your slave knew little of piercings - hence the need of an expert to transform a bunch of fantasies in reality. He could take it a few ribbing if it meant to make his love happy. "Okay, let's get the obvious out of the way." Alice finally said. "Nipple and clit rings?" She stared hard at you. "She can //forget// about being suspended from them." You chuckled and waved a hand. Yes, even your lovely slave knew it was a pipe dream at best. "Same thing for those barbed rings, or any kind of piercing that is not completely smooth in the area that goes inside the body." Alice's look of disgust would have curled milk; he knew that, had his love been there, she would have wilted under the force of Alice's glare. "The goal is to make the body //not// reject the metal..." she grumbled. "I'll let her know." you said. "The design of this lockable rings, instead, is alright." She briefly brandished a CAD blueprint at you. "Mark's work, I assume. The fact that she wants D-ring makes it better; easier to lock and unlock, for once, and maintenance is easier as well. The septum ring..." Alice fished a new paper from the pile and glared at it askance. "...I am unconvinced. The grommet alone would be a pretty committment, but //plating her septum// to reinforce the piercing? The hell she wants to do, being suspended by her nose?!" "I think the idea is to be dragged from it, actually." you intervened, getting a glare as reward. "//No.// Full stop." You raised your hands in mock, yet gracious, surrender. After a few seconds of nasty looks, Alice settled down. "Tongue piercing... I need to check things over." she said. "I don't like the idea of a magnet so near the brain. And I //don't// want to hear you doing it from someone else if I say no." //That// made you dead serious. "I'd never." you growled. "See that you do." Alice gives you a last warning look, then grabs the next sketch. "...let me guess, the one who had the idea of this slide-thingie to trap a tongue in a gag is //your// idea." she deadpans. The utter monotone of her voice tore a laugh out of you. "Guilty as charged." you admit. "Figured." She huffed, then peered closer to the drawing. "This will require //very// precise machinery, and I'm not sure how practical it will be. You will need to be careful not to jolt the mouth or the gag in all eventualities, so don't attach reins to it." "I plan to ask Ferdinan for help in designing a full-body tack to take advantage of any improvements like the ones under your eyes." you explained, waving at the pile of designs and drawings. Alice huffed. "'Improvements'. I like the word." "I thought you would." Her glare was warning... but not as piercing as before. Good; she was thwarting. "The tattoos... the one on the neck will be difficult, but can be done. The one on the crotch is out." You blinked. "What? Why? It's easier." "It's //tacky//." Alice's disappointed eyes cut straight through you. "A womb tattoo? Seriously?" "...would you prefer 'slave' written in big, blocky font?" You can see the moment in which Alice pictured what you described: it is also the moment in which her front hit the desk. Hard. "...I swear, you have the fashion sense of a 18th century frenchmen." she bemoaned. "How exactly could that lovely girl fall in love for someone so... //you//?" "There aren't //that// much objectifying tattoo designs for the crotch." you ==whine== complain. Alice lifted her head that much needed to glare at you. ""''I'' will take care of the design, while //you// will nod and pay for it." You open your mouth to speak. "Nope! Nod and pay, nothing else." You lifted a finger. Alice glared some more and crossed her arms in front of her. You sighed. //[[This will take longer than expected,|TMoF_05_pt2]]// you thought.

Officially, Mark did not have a machinery shop. Instead it was what was jockingly referred as 'The Bondage College' that had a machinery shop, geared toward those mechanically oriented courses that requires hands-on practice. The truth was that the machinery shop had been Mark's idea to create, Mark's design to make, Mark's genius to furnish, Mark's mind to organize, and so on and so forth. He, like many other graduates of the Bondage College, had no idea of the specifics of the deal between Mark and the college, but the generalities were for everyone to see: Mark was the uncontested king of the area; any who broke the security procedures and rules imposed would be thrown out on their asses without second thoughts; any 'kinky shit' was for after the lessons were over. Hence why you were walking through to your //alma mater// at the evening, looking around with faint nostalgia as you proceeded toward the workshop. The shop was still lit, even if the sky outside was dark. Ominous metal screetching came through the sound insulation, a sure sign that the king was in his throne room and quite busy. Shaking his head with a fond smile, he braced himself and opened the door - then resisted the impulse to close it shut, or at least put a pair of earmuffs on. The industrial strength one. "OI!!" you shouted, attempting to overcome the sound wall repeatedly smashing his eardrums. "CUT IT OUT!!" The sound ceased to be. The buzzing in your ears did not. Near a mechanical apparatus with the appearence of a torture device, a burly man covered in grease took off a welding mask and stared at you. A bright smile cracked open his mouth as the man put away his tools. "Look who's come slumming here!" he bellowed, moving in great strides toward you. A split second later, two arms the witdh of his own torso were wrapped around your ribs and threatened to crack them. "...a-air..." The walking avalanche released the crushing hug and slammed a meaty palm on the your shoulder, nearly bowling you over. "It's been some times since you've come to visit me here. Feeling nostalgic?" You coughed some air in his lungs and answered, suddently rememebering //why// you don't come at your former college often anymore. "Of my chiropractor? Now yes." he quipped. "But I've come for the prototype." "Ah, but you could'ave come seen it at my place or at the Club." Mark grinned wildly at him "Confess it∼" You rolled his eyes. "Maybe a bit." you admitted. "But I like where I am now." Mark's snort made his hairs wave for the air blast. "I bet! Your girl is a cutie, and kinky as hell. I too would be happy with a babe like her at my side!" "That one's taken, grab your own." Mark laughed hearthly, then grabbed your arm and started dragging you inside the workshop. "Will do one of those days! But let's put the jokes aside for a moment. There is one question that has been burning me since your last mail." Mark stopped and put both hands on your shoulders, looking at you with a seriousness utterly incongruous with his usual behaviour. "How did you manage to give me those measures, //without// your beau's knowledge?" You shrugged - or tried to, at least. Those hands were //heavy//. "Easy: I drugged her for a scene and measured her while she was unconscious." Mark ''stared'' at you. "...is there something on my face?" A huge laugh slowly escaped his mouth. "...you absolute madman!" A pat on your shoulderblade nearly sent you crashing against a table; you endured with the experience of one that has been the subject of many such 'manifestations of affection'. "[[Come|TMoF_02_pt2]], come! I have many things to show you!"

<<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> The two of you stay there for a long, magical minute. You blink away tears of happiness and inhale the smell of his skin, while he rubs fingers on your scalp and a circle on your nacked back. Then, with reluctance, he breaks the hug and you two return to be prisoner and guard. Well, almost. He passes you the shirt; you proudly wear it and eye-smiles at Master. Your handcuffs are returned on your wrists, the transport chain keeping your hands firmly in the small of your back. He claims it is "because you cannot be trusted even to dress yourself," but the smile on his lips says otherwise. Your feet are freed one at time; Master rolls the legs of your new pants and pushes your ankles through. Only when you're both shackled and chained by the leg irons does he pulls the hem of your pants upward, with a small caress at your thigh. Last he frees you from the shackles, leaving you in a spiffy prisoner uniform and chains set. Your mouth under the gag smiles brightly. "Done preening yourself?" says Master with a smile. You cheekly nods, and earn yourself a twist of your nipple. "Impudent brat," he deadpans, and forcibly drags you on the other side of the room. Your leg irons are locked at an anchor point in the floor and Master puts a sign with your information around your neck, then goes behind the camera. "Cheese," he orders. You roll your eyes at him. He smirks, then grabs the cattle prod from his belt and makes it sparkle menacingly. The next photo has you much more subdued, as it should be. Then Master releases you from the mugshot area and [[grips your arm tightly.|Sub_D00_Cell]]

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellOpened01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> A suddent clang against the metal door makes you jump, erasing all thoughts about the many and fascinating (?) activities you had in program. "Rise and shine, slave!" declares loudly the voice of Master. "Are you eager for breakfast?" You smile. You do want to eat //something//... Master's cum, for example, sounds like a nutritious delicacy. But you certainly wouldn't refuse some food too: the smootie Master fed you yesterday during the van travel sated your hunger somewhat, but not nearly enough. "I am, Master." "Then come up to the door and [[kneel|Sub_D01E01_Cuffing]]."

You sit on the bed and slid off your pants. The chastity belt is in polished metal and very slim around the waist, almost tube-like. The shield is deceptively diminutive, but as you quickly discover is well up to the task of barring entry to your prying fingers: you prod, rub, move and press, but you can't even put a nail under the silicone Seems those measuring sessions were put to good use.

<<set $bondage_wrist to "handcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> You obey istantly; you kneel in front of the door, as you did thousands of times on different doors: ass on your feet, hands crossed behind your waist, head lowered in submission. "Not this way." says Master, a faint note of amusement on his voice. Your head snaps up. Not this way? What does it means?! Master laughts, and you pout. "Things are different now, prisoner." he explains. "Turn around and give your back to the door." Perplexed, you follow the instructions and hear a metallic screetch. "Now crawl back until your feet go through the sliding bar." You brighten, istantly getting what Master was about to say. Excitedly, you pushes yourself backward on the floor until your feet were peeking out of the door, and Master grabs an ankle to stop you from resisting. You smile as he closes a metal anklet on your left foot, then the right one: not only you're getting tied again, but like this //you have no choice//. "Now push your hands out of the cell from the hole-" Again the you hear the sound of a sliding bar opening. "-toward me." You have to awkwardly bend forward to succeed, and notice with pleasure how easy would be for Master to twist your arm painfully now that it is twisted in such a way. Alas, your compliance has merely earned a new pair of handcuffs. "//Now// you kneel like before, prisoner." You scuttle back in position and smile as the door opens and two black boots stops in front of you. "Good morning, Master." you say with warmth and love. "Good morning, [[slave.|Sub_D01E01_Preparation]]"

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You lift your head and smiles adoringly at your Master. He grips your hairs, bends your head backward, bends over you and mashes his lips on yours, possessively. You moan wantonly, your lips opening without resistance at the prodding of your tongue, your own submitting eagerly to it. When he releases you, you're panting as if you had just finished a marathon. His eyes roams on your body: the shirt declaring your new status to the world... and the pointy nipples poking the fabric; your cuffs binding you in the bondage you deserve and relish; your eyes shining in love and lust; your kneeling form. His smirk is one you know very well: a small smile infused with the satisfaction of a dominant who knows and recognize that he //owns you//. "Hungry?" he asks. There was just one way to reply to such a question: "Oh //yess//, Master∼" He snorts, then bends down to pinch your nipple. Your pained hiss is the right correction for your brattiness, regardless of how much it amuses Master - a small defiance is still defiance, after all. "I know you're hungry for my cock; you're //always// hungry for my cock." he deadpans. "I asked if you want breakfast." You nod, carefully not to shake your chest - and make the pinching worst. "Yes, Master, I'm famished." you confess; yesterday's ordeal have left you wiped out and you have slept soon after being left alone, awakening only at the sound of that infernal siren. Whatever strange milkshake your Master made you drink during the travel likely kept the worst of your hunger at bay, but now you need food. "As expected." He releases your nipples and points at the center of the cell. "Kneel there." You quickly shuffle in position and awaits further orders, like a good slave. Master briefly goes out of the cell, then returns with a tray that is laid in front of you. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Meal, tray - resized.jpg"></center> "Your delicious meal, slave." he declares, grandiouse and sarcastic at once. You flush in face, your eyes glued at the bowl filled with animal kibble - no, with //slave feed//. You feel no appeal in the 'meal' in front of you, yet your mouth waters in hunger - //and hunger//. "Thank you, Master, for giving me food." you reply in a subdued voice that cannot hide your humiliation... and your excitement. "Oh, you can thank me right away." You lift your eyes [[and see Master's dick popping out of his flap.|Sub_D01E01_Payment]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "bj_D01E01" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $masterMaxArousal to 10, $slaveMaxEffort to 10>>

You need to pee. Whatever exciting programs you have had will have to be posticipated, for your bladder is a stricter master than even Master. You sit on the steel toilet, shivering for the contact with the cold metal, and inspect the belt. This will be the first time you pee through it, after all, and from Master's words you'd better learn. The tinkle of water on the basin is a fitting melody for your relief. In spite of your fears, the perforated shield is not //terrible// at letting your pee out. It dribbles where it shouldn't, that's for sure, but it's not a mess. You just need a few pieces of toilet paper. "..." ...you realize only ''now'' that there is no toilet paper. "...shit." you faintly say. <center>//+ Needing nelp, slave? +//</center> "[[GYAAAAAAAH!|Sub_D01ER01_Surprise]]"

Sophie pinched her nose between thumb and index. "...may I assume that you have no idea how nutrition works?" she tiredly said. "Uhm..." "Don't answer that. It was a rethorical question anyways." The kinky nurse took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and looked at him. " "Creating a 'slave feed' is no small trifle." she began. "The problem is that a sensor suite capable of detecting an orgasm is a fantasy." explained Sophie. "Ignore the sanitary needs: there is simply no commercially available sensor of suitable dimension with the necessary precision Her gave her a sheet. Sophie's eyebrows shot to her hairline, then she gave him a //look.// "And she devised this when she was how many months without orgasm?" she deadpanned. You chuckled. "A fair bit." you admitted. Her eyes rolled with good-natured humor. "Even if there was a way to recharge those when //inside// the body,going from the positions of a bunch of RTSF chips to the contractions of a pelvis is a pipe dream." she said. "We've got no IA for this, sorry-"

You almost throw yourself off the toilet, your hearth beating like mad as you look incredulous at the steel unit behind you. "M-Master?!" Master's electronic laught escapes fragorous from the prison appliance. //+ Surprised∼? + // "''Yes!''" you ==squeal== //exclaim//, a hand on your pounding chest. //+ You shouldn't be. + // he admonishes you. //+ There are cameras in the cell, you know? + // You gape at the sink, then reply, incensed. "Yes, and apparently a microphone //in the toilet!//" //+ Near it, yes. + // Master says, umperturbed. //+ No privacy, slave. You are available 24/7 to whatever and whoever needs you, now and for ever. Beside, this time it is to your advantage. + // Something buzzes in the metal furniture and, under your astonished eyes, an unremarkable part of the unit flips open, revealing a previously hidden compartment with a roll of toilet paper in it. It is a sight so bizarre that you open and close your mouth for a whole minute, wordless. "...I need permission to use toilet paper?" you say in the end, incredulous. //+ You need permission for //everything//. + // he reminds you. //+ And you shall have no opportunities for mischief. + // ...nor do you want to deal with the aftermath of //that// kind of mischief, but you understand the point. You wipe yourself out and, at his command, return the roll inside the compartment, which closes itself. [[But you're still weirded out from the surprise.|Sub_D01_CellHub]] <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>>

/* 12 am - hour of fresh air: yoga; then shower */ <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "footstepsOutside" volume 0.5 play>> <</if>> The sound of Master entering the cell hallway is louder, after so much time in the absolute silence of your cell. You perk up and kneel in front of the door before Master even reaches it, something of which he's not surprised - either his Dom Supersenses are overcharged or he has a feed from the cell cameras to his phone. <<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>You are quickly cuffed hands and feet... but this time Master adds the waist chain to your bondage. Are you going somewhere? Already? <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">><<else>>Since you are already bound, Master just has to swap <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">><</if>> The door is opened with loud //clanks//, and you drink Master's visage. "Your hour of fresh air is up, slave." he declares with a grin. "Rise and shine!" You blink, nonplussed - fresh air? You've got the right to it? - but Master just chuckles and pulls you on your feet, prompting you out of the cell. You [[obey|Sub_D01E02_MovingToCourtyard][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]], obviously.

/* 16pm - lunch, assfucking, */ <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "footstepsOutsideLoop" volume 1 play loop>><</if>> Your bored expression melts away in a deluge of excitement and anticipation as you hear the steps of your Master coming from the hallway. By now a navigated prison slut, you pre-emptively kneel in front of the door, your back to it, and brings your hands behind. When Master arrives behind the door and slides open the viewport, your greetings is his laugh. "My my my, inmate." is the amused comment coming from the barred door. "What eagerness." "I am eager for you, Master." you say, all but waggling your tail. "And wet, I bet." A loud //clang// announces the opening of the two "You seem to know the drill, inmate... so why don't we spice things up a bit? First, //[[disrobe|Sub_D01E03_Disrobe]]//."

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "footstepsOutsideLoop" volume 0.7 play>> <</if>> After so much time waiting, there is nothing that can make you stand at attention more than the sound of boots stomping on the floor. In part it is because you have seen Master only a handful of minutes at times, which is a //huge// difference from staying at his side for the better part of the day. Partly because you feel the pangs of hunger: the food may be tasteless kibble, but it is food and your stomach wants it. Partly to chase away the mindnumb boredom and feed your mind with some social interactions. And partly, of course, because you are //horny//. ...if Master were to ask which of those reasons made you kneel in front of the door as soon as you heard him, you would be hard pressed to give an answer. For reasons. "Hello again, slave." says Master, peering at you from the (now open) topmost metal slot. "Feeling my absence?" "//Yes//, Master." you hasten to say, with a passion. He chuckles, the jerk, amused. "Take off your clothes, then assume the pose at the door." he commands you. [[You obey.|Sub_D01E04_InPosition]]

<<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 0>> You smile at the sight, not even realizing you're licking your lips. One flaw of your enslavement process was that it required a sacrifice on their usual routine, mainly her servicing him, for however long it would take... but this was a neat solution to the problem. You quickly get in front of Master. You're //ravenous// right now, and Master too is hard as a rod of metal... making him cum would not take much time. [[Suck him.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Suck]] [[Lick him.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Lick]] [[Deepthroat him.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Deep]] <<between 1 5>> Master puts a hand on your head, merely letting you know of his control... and ready to extert it at any moment. Were you free to act as the wanton slut that you are, you'd have a hand buried in your cunt and the other mauling your nipples - but Master, prudent, has handcuffed you behind your back and sealed your pussy. All you can do is making the cuffs twinkle and work for //his// pleasure. [[Give his head some tender care.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Suck]] [[You need more spit.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Lick]] [[Eat him whole!|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Deep]] <<between 6 9>> You can feel his breathing getting louder, his fingers sinking in your hairs before being forced to relax by his titanic self-control. You are close - //he// is close! [[Time for the vacuum.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Suck]] [[Lavish his gift.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Lick]] [[Give him your all!|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Deep]] <<between 10 100>> You feel his dick throb in your mouth and redouble your efforts. Soon Master groans loudly <<if $actionSA.at(-1) == "lick">>and he grabs your head, forcing it on his cock.<<else>> and you feel rope after rope being shot in you.<</if>> <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, cum swallowing.gif"></center> [[He's cumming!|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Cum]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_successful")>> <</selectRange>>

<<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 0>> Your lips close around the crown of Master's dick like a trap - and from a certain point of view, they //are// a trap: a vacuum one. You ''suck''. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, sucking the tip.gif"></center> Hollowing out your cheeks, you muster as much suction force as you are capable to provide. His cock is enveloped, encircled, surrounded by all sides by the warm and wet inside of your pretty mouth. [[Master hisses,|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]], and you would have smiled if you could. <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("suck")>> <<between 1 4 >> You peer at Master. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, sucking up and down dick, to half length, naked.gif"></center> You don't have to wonder why he's suddently looking ready to flip you on back and assfuck you, merely imagining how he's seeing you suffices: here you are, on your knees, cuffed and shackled, your lips around his cock and you yourself looking adoringly at him. [[No wonders|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] that his cock is hardening more and more with every second that passes! <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("suck")>> <<between 5 9 >> You pepper his dick with kisses and envelop it between your warm lips once again, sucking it into a realm of pleasure. You briefly humms his head, then twirls your tongue around it - and you feel him twitch. [[He's getting close to finish,|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] and so are you. <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("suck")>> <</selectRange>>

<<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 3>> You treat Master like a lollypop: your tongue swingles and swerves, licks and slurps; you travel his length from balls to end then titillate his frenulum. You have a few trouble at the beginning because of his dick bobbling, but then it becomes //harder// - and harder to push with your tongue, as a consequence. It gives you the opportunity to [[treat it very well...|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<between 4 6>> You lavish his dick with your tongue, leaving a trail of spit at your passage. Up and down, up and down... you need to be careful because Master's cum always goes //inside// your mouth, not up your face, and that means you cannot afford to make him cum until your lips are around his cock, which they are not right now. But there are many things you can do in the meantime, and a bit of foreplay [[can greatly enhance his pleasure at the end....|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <<between 7 9>> His dick is almost ready to pop, you know it. Normally this would be the moment of doubling down on whatever you did to bring him to this point, but you judge to need a bit more lube before and so you get busy with your tongue. You are //not// going to continue for too long, however. Risking to lose his attention [[would be a terrible thing.|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("lick")>> <</selectRange>>

<<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 0>><> <<set $achievementRequirements["meatRaw"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "meatRaw">> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "deepthroathDifficulties_coughing" volume 1 play>> <</if>> <> You bring his cock in your mouth and push deeper... but there is not enough spit on it and the action is awkward. You internally cringe<<if $mistakesSA[0] >= 1>>; you already did this mistake before... more proof that you //need// to be broken down and molded by Master!<<else>>: this should not have happened! <<set $mistakesSA[$indexSA] +=1>> <</if>> You stop: no use continuing a mistake. Beside, [[you want his cum in your stomach NOW.|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<set $mistakesSA[$indexSA] += 1>> <<between 1 4>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "deepthroath_02" volume 1 play>> <</if>> You open your lips wide and drive his dick inward. You know that you cannot bring all of it in right away... but you can test where your limits are and slowly overcome them. And in the mean time you can slurp his head, bring your tongue around his length, seal your lips on his flesh and [[suck...|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <<between 5 9>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "deepthroath_04" volume 1 play>> <</if>> <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, up to balls, in lingerie.webp"></center> Your eyes threaten to burst in tear as you near his groin, but you ignore it and power through. You can feel Master tightening his hands in your hairs, not to guide or force you but to resist releasing in your mouth. [[It is time.|Sub_D01E01_Payment][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("deep")>> <</selectRange>>

<center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, cum swallowing.gif"></center> Glorious white paints the inside of your mouth, and you slurp it down your throat with hunger and desire. His hands grips your hairs painfully, your neck and jaw are sore, your spine tired and your wrist chafed - and you, deep in your happy submissive place, welcome all of this with an open heart. You //want// this - being of service, being //used//, for the pleasure of Master and not yours, in a thousand devious tricks that underlined the utter unfairness of your treatment and lit the bonefire of your humiliation. Once again Master has put you in your place, and you welcome it with a wet pussy. The last spurts of cum drips in your mouth and you release the seal on his dick with a //pop//. You open your mouth and show Master the fruits of her hard work... then swallow. The raw lust you see igniting in his eyes makes you smile satisfied. "You're playing with fire, slave..." he growls. Your smile becomes impish. "Well, I //do// feel hot, Master∼" The twisting of your nipple is painful, deserved... [[and worth it.|Sub_D01E01_BJ_Evaluation]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_successful")>> <<silently>> <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) %2 == 1 && $mistakesSA[$indexSA-1] >= 1>> <<set $mistakesSA.at(-1) += 2>> <</if>> <<switch $actionSA.at(-1).at(-1)>> <<case "lick">> <<set $mistakesSA[$indexSA] += 4>> <<case "deep">> <<set $achievementRequirements["certifiedOperator"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "certifiedOperator">> <</switch>> <</silently>>

<<set _beltedStrikes to ["belted01", "belted02", "belted03", "belted04", "belted05", "belted06", "belted07", "belted08", "belted09", "belted10"]>> <<if $slavePain <= $slaveMaxPain>> <<switch $slavePain>> <<case 0>> "Put your face on the ground and stick your ass up." Master barks. Startled, you obey at the sudden command. With your head to the floor, all you can see is his boots walking near you and at your back, then nothing. You jump as he brusquely grabs your pants and lower them to your cuffed ankles, leaving your ass and belt bare to the world. His fingers cup your bottom, then sink into it - and you moan. "I can smell your pussy juice..." he casually says. "But this is not about pleasure. It is <<if $slaveMaxPain >= 1>>punishment." "You have made mistakes while sucking me off." he continues, and you hear the sound of a belt sliding off its fasteners - //oh//. "In the past I have given you time to learn, I have been patient, I have been lenient with your corrections...but things have changed, haven't they?" "Yes, Master." you reply in a whisper, your red cheek on the floor. You hear a tiny metallic sound, then Master says: "[[Count.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]]" <<else>> [[punishment.|Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur][$clitShocked to true]]"<</if>><<silently>> $slaveMaxPain is 1: if deepthroathed raw is 2: n/a, impossible is 3: if deepthroathed raw while making the same mistake is 4: if last action was lick is 5: if deepthroathed raw and last action was lick is 6: n/a, impossible is 7: if deepthroathed raw while making the same mistake, last action was lick <</silently>> <<case 1 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> The belt strikes your ass, hard, tearing a strangled scream fom you. It was mostly due to the surprise... but Master is not pulling his punches either. You've been punished many times in the past, you being a masochist that regularly testes her boundaries and Master being a sadist with a love for getting into your mind, and this is no warming strike. Many lashes of this strength [[are going to make you scream.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] "One. Thank you, Master, for correcting me." <<case 2 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> Once again the leather draws a line of fire on your ass, and you howl your pain in the floor. "Ff//ffuck!//" <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Punishment/With impact toys/Belted, on ass, in bedroom with bra on.gif"></center> You dimly hear Master chuckling, but most of your attention is on your throbbing flesh - and for once it is //not// your clit. Your hands clench uselessly in their manacles, unable to rub or be of any use whatsoever, and all you've left to keep your mind away from the pain is biting your lips and breathing deeply. "T-two. Thank you, Master, f-for correcting me." "My pleasure, slave." reples Master, amused and not reproaching [[at your delay.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] <<case 3 >> /* has deepthroated at the beginning, while knowing of it OR facial */<<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> The belt hit again and your ass is seared in pain. You scream through serrated teeth; Your whole body shifts forward... which is mostly your ass, given your position. Luckly the floor is smooth, or you may risk getting carpet burns on your tits by the end of it. "T-Three." You pry your lips open, wet them, continue talking. "T-Thank y-you... M-Master... [[for correcting me.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]]" You close your eyes, shaky, and try to regain control of your breathing. This will ''hurt''. <<case 4 >> /* almost got facial, may have has deepthroated at the beginning, */ <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> The belt catches you as you exhale, denying you the breath for a scream. You seize, then you shudder, then you tremble, but for when your vocal cords have something to work with the wave of ''pain'' has already travelled through your body and left only a quivering, trembling slave. And the worst part is that you ''know'' it is your fault. //Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...// You ''know'' Master's dick, you ''know'' how it behaves when he's about to cum, and yet you were found with his dick //out// of your mouth right before his orgasm. Hadn't Master taken control of your head and put it where it should have been, his precious cum would have painted your face, instead of coating your mouth and stomach. What is he supposed to think? That [[you do not know his dick?|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] Yes, you deserve this. After all the time training for blowjobs, ''this'' is the kind of mistake that shows a lack of //effort//. "T-thank y-you... M-Master..." And that is not acceptable. "...m-may I-I... have... a-another...?" <<case 5 >> /*has deepthroated at the beginning, while knowing of it, almost got a facial */ <<set $achievementRequirements["subspace"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "subspace">> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> The belt snaps loudly on your skin, painting a vivid red - and causing you to //bellow//. You body tenses whole, every muscle rigidly stuck in its position, and you tremble for thirty whole seconds before calming down. Your breath is ragged, your face sweaty, your ass on fire. You deserve this. <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Punishment/With impact toys/Belted, on ass, bent over naked.gif"></center> "...f//-five//." you manage to get out. Not only you almost wasted Master's cum on your unworthy face, but you //also// rubbed him raw at the start of the blowjob. What an excellent beginning! You ''know'' that it is important to coat him in spit, you've worked countless hours to refine your technique, and when it's time to show some result you do //what?// "Tha//aan//k you, M-Maste//ee//er... f-for c-correc//t//ing m-me..." [[Pathetic.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] <<case 6 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> You shake on the floor. Every one of your limbs snaps in a different direction and clashes against the chains connecting them. Your face is pressed against the floor in a futile attempt at stopping at least a part of you from trembling, but the pain is too much. Master has hit you for the sixth time, and his belt has been aimed //at your thighs//. "...s//s//ii//ii//ix..." you exhale. ...the worst part of your punishment? You already received one for doing //that exact mistake.// It has been just yesterday that you committed the amatorish mistake of deepthroating his dick without lubing it, and Master rightfully punished you by hitting your very ''clit'' with righteous harshness. And have you learned from that mistake? Ha! Not a chance! "...m//ma//y... h-h//av//e.... an//no//t-ther... p-please?" you manage to croak. Your pussy had clouded your brain. Now it is up to Master to bring a spark of intelligence between your ears... with [[copious amounts of pain!|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] <<case 7 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio _beltedStrikes.random() volume 1 play>><</if>> You're trembling even before Master lifts his arm to punish you, and when his belt lowers on your ass you loose any control: you howl, you scream, you shake, you wiggle and you struggle, you test your bonds in every way and you don't stop until your wrists and ankles are chafed, your throat raw and your body collapsed on itself. Had the floor been softer you would have headbutted it. ...and a dim part of your mind realizes that technically //you just disobeyed an order//, by losing your position. You try to offer your ass to his belt again, but your legs are shaky and do not answer properly at what you're ordering them. It drives home the helplessness of your situation, like a spike straight trough your heart - and this time you ''don't'' like it. One time is to be vulnerable and exposed because Master wishes it, completely another is to be such as a consequence of your failures. ...and you will ''not'' fail again. Slowly, with many difficulties, [[you raise your ass to be castigated.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment][$slavePain += 1]] <</switch>><<else>> /* Punishment over */ You tense again - you //know// it is the wrong choice, that it will only hurt you more - you cannot do anything, you're in too much pain to relax. Belately you await the //swissh// of the belt, the white lightining on your ass, the lance of pain spearing your flesh... ...it doesn't happen. Instead your tense ears sense a metallic //clink// that you recognize only after a few seconds: it's Master putting the belt back around his waist. Your body, so contracted it could have been taken for a spring, collapses in relief to the ground - <<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>>[[it's over|Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur]]! <<set $outcomeSA.push([ "punished_forMasturbationToo" ])>> <<else>>[[it's over|Sub_D01E01_EndEvent]]! <<set $outcomeSA.push([ "punished" ])>> <</if>> <</if>>

Master pulls his dick back in his pants before you could give in to the temptation of sucking him again. He also seems to have recovered from his orgasm; a pity, you like it when you manage to make him loose control... the few times you succeed, that is. <> <<if $actionSA.at(-1).at(-1) == "lick" >> "You came this close to have your face painted white." warns Master - and it //is// a warning: one of the first rules he imposed on blowjobs was that she was to swallow, ''always''. You dodged a bullet, here. <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) %2 == 0>> "You also deepthroated me without enough spit, at the beginning." //That// you didn't dodge. <<if $mistakesSA[$indexSA-1] >= 1>>"Again." he adds, and your morale is as grave as his voice. Fuck. <<else>> <</if>> <<else>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) %2 == 0>> "You have deepthroated me without enough spit, at the beginning." You grimaced: //that// had been a mistake. <<if $mistakesSA[$indexSA-1] >= 1>>"Again." he adds, and your morale is as grave as his voice. Fuck. <<else>> <</if>> <<else>> <</if>> <</if>> <> <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1 || $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>>He looks at you, his face becoming severe. "[[Eat up|Sub_D01E01_Eat]]." he commands. "You will need the strength." <<else>> He looks at you. "[[Eat up|Sub_D01E01_Eat]]." he commands. <</if>>

You peer at the tray, then at Master. Knowing better than to ask if he was sure, you shuffle to your food, ensuring that your warden has a good view on the spectacle. And it is going to be a spectacle, that's for sure: you're about to eat with your hands cuffed behind you, like a dog. ...it is a miracle you've not self-combusted, with the fire burning in your loins. The main obstacle you face are your hairs: they are <<if $hairLength == "hairLength_shoulder">>short, but not so short that they won't end up in the bowl. <<elseif $hairLength == "hairLength_middle">> long enough that it's impossible not to dirt them. <<elseif $hairLength == "hairLength_ass">>long, //very// long. <</if>> The 'food' at least is some kind of kibble, very dry and unlikely to make a big mess, so you should be able to clean yourself either drinking as a bitch or from the sink. It tastes... crunchy. A bit floury, dry as heck, slightly sour. "I have it made purposely for you." says Master. "Your new food has everything a young and sexually active slave needs to satisfy her Master for hours at end, with none of the flavour to let her enjoy the meal." You cannot whimper with your mouth full of kibble and your eyes are covered by a curtain of hairs... but your ass squirms almost by itself, betraying your thoughts- wait, //sexually active?// So he ''is'' going to fuck you! Maybe in your p-pussy too? N-not that you doubted, it's just that.... uhm... His chuckle brings you off the abyss of lust you just fell into. "It seems that my slave approves." he sadistically remarks. You get your mouth busy crunching a mouthful of 'food'. You //know// that there is no use hiding how fucking horny you are from Master, but you still don't want to admit it out loud. Luckly for you he doesn't require it; he chuckles and cross his arms on his chest, looking down at you and enjoying the view. Dogs have long muzzles to better eat their food; humans instead are supposed to bring their morsel to their mouth by hand... but you don't feel much human right now, certainly don't have the mobility of one such. So you plunge your face in the bowl and put a chunk inside your mouth, then chew down. It is indignified, far more humiliating than any kind of pet play you ever did with Master before, and leaves your face and hairs messy with crumbs of pellets. Worst still is when the level of kibble is low: then you have to seek it out piece by piece, lash it out with your tongue and gulp it one at time... while all the while Master grins and snickers at you. And then the water. There is simply no way you can act even remotely dignified next, so you don't even try: with your face red in shame and your ass up in the air, you bend down and lap the water up, doing your best to clean your mouth and cheeks from the crumbs attached. It is, of course, a messy and imprecise process that leaves you more slobbered than cleaned. When you're finally finished, <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1 || $P1_CA_masturbate >=1 >>[[Master shifts the tray aside with a foot.|Sub_D01E01_Punishment]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "punishment_D01E01" )>> <<set $slaveMaxPain to $mistakesSA.at(-1)>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<else>> [[Master shifts the tray aside with a foot.|Sub_D01E01_EndEvent]] <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 00/#####"></center> image code sample <<set $achievementRequirements["testAchievement"] += 1>> to update an achievement counter ____ THE THREE PHASES - Recap 15 = 15min, 30 = 30min, 1 = 1h Phase 1 => Phase 2 (Fake) Test Written, timed test on: protocol, being a slave Bjs Submission Test failed. Consequences: Stripped of uniform Riveted shackles, hands and feet Thrown gagged in rundown cell Ev. Ev. Rand. Phase 2 (3 days shown) DREAM - is about being permanently shackled at a medieval forge. No mattress, cuffed (or shackled?) in cell 3 meals: Cell inspection (surprise) 15: bjTrain slaveFeed Inmate inspect (surprise) 3 trainings: 1: mix predicBond 30: Treadmill heel walk Strappado, 30: Slave position Pussy-nipple clamps, 1: Reverse prayer Squat 2 sex_activities daily: 1: 'rat' intrusion Variable: Either Bj test (with cattle prod) or anal. Fixed: ElectrRuinO, punish. 4 previous Os (see [[Various quotes for the future]]) 1h of air: Activity 1: Labouring in the mud Try anal on bj trainer 1: Pony endurance training Medit. => subspace 1: Pet play (what kind) Tied up at night Spreadeagle? Cocooned? With mini-predicament? Phase 2 => Phase 3 Openly says he wants to make her fail Bj into anal ??? Something that is punishing but accepted due to subspace Announcement of incoming enslavement. Changes: Head shaved Welcoming whipping Permanent reverse prayer in cell Thrown gagged in medieval dungeon Ev. Ev. Rand. Phase 3 (X days shown) DREAM - is about metal bondage with metal pipes. Bald, steel locked heels, (gag?) | | naked, shackled, reverse-prayer 3 meals: Inquisition scene 15: force feeding 'washing' (scrubbed clean 3 trainings: Bodymods: 30: Heel run (whipped) Ringing (nippleClitTongueNose), 30: Pussy licking Crotch tatoo 30: Conditioning (hypno) Tit banding 2 sex_activities daily: Impromptu bondage: Var.: Suspended caned fucked 1: In small cage Var.: Walk on electroCopperPipe 15: suspended by tits, ass caned Var.: On ice cubes 15: Wax play Fix.: Ritualistic ruined O 15: on device (see [[Various quotes for the future]]) 1h of air: Activity 1: Hard labour ??? 1: Pony endurance training Sub Request interact.? 1: Hard impact play Tied up at night Straightjacket, ??? Bondage sleepsack Crate with pipes ala gord Phase 3 => Rest of life (Fake) Choice Interrogation to see if shes really sub Practical test (sex activities with judges) 'reward': must ask for each type of bondage permanently applied Consequences: Clit thimble Something that nails how enforced will be her submission Thrown in crate, then to epilogue ____ THE THREE PHASES - Detailed Phase I - Prisoner EVENTS: Teasing at shower and dinner, Yoga, meal handcuffed after bj or sez ACTIVITY: explore your body (lack of collar, prisoner uniform, aroused nipples), remember the past RANDOM EVENTS: pee, cell inspection DURING WEEK: physical exam by piercer, pony play I => II Performance review: detailed statistics of all bjs done, claim results are (good but inconsistent)/(suboptimal because he needs to give guidance and take control)/(unacceptable because shes not learning), and make final test... with disastrous consequences if she fails She is set up to fail Phase II - Naked captive DREAM - is about being permanently shackled at a medieval forge. No mattress, cuffed (or shackled?) in cell EVENTS: meals with bj trainer (she'll try to use it for anal), hour of air by labouring in the mud then cleaned by hosed down (see insex scene for images), Ruined orgasm with electric ruin as puhishment for previous orgasms (see [[Various quotes for the future]] ACTIVITIES: attempt at anal with bj trainer (punished, 3rd time testing belt for beta tester), no meditation but subspace, struggling against chains RANDOM EVENTS: being tied to anchor points into predicament, torture session ala inquisition Phase III - Abject slave DREAM - is about metal bondage with metal pipes. Bald, steel locked heels, (gag?) | | naked, shackled, reverse-prayer EVENT: whipped run, pussy licking, ringing of nipple/clit/tongue/septum ACTIVITIES: somewhere in ph2-3: straightjacket in isolation? maybe also at night, to let arms recover? Graduation self-shackling ankles and wrists, hobbling of ankles self-chastiting self-gagging with semipermanent gag self-reverse prayer, semipermanent - at each step, shocked or otherwise punished - Only then: offering for permanent collar - reward: clit thimble _____ Epilogues Maid work Bent over and fucked Selfish lover didnnt make her cum. then slapped her ass and made her continue work _____ NOTES DAY 0 fastes way to make him cum 1st time: Hum 0 -> 5 Blow 5 -> 8 Blow 8 -> 11 Blow 11 -> 15 Blow 15 -> 20 most edges (5), still makes him cum Hum 0 -> 5 Blow 5 -> 8 Tip 8 -> 8 Tip 8 -> 8 Tip 8 -> 8 Tip 8 -> 8 Tip 8 -> 8 Blow 8 -> 11 Blow 11 -> 15 Blow 15 -> 20 most edges (3), still makes him cum, mistake Blow 0 -> 1 Hum 1 -> 6 Blow 6 -> 9 Tip 9 -> 9 Tip 9 -> 9 Tip 9 -> 9 Blow 9 -> 12 Blow 12 -> 16 Blow 16 -> 21 _________________ NOTES DAY 1 1 $dayTime is 15min, 4 $dayTime are 1h, day starts at 6am Events are at: 6 am - alarm clock (siren) 8 am - breakfast & bj, handcuff and clit shock if masturb >=2 12 am - hour of fresh air: yoga; then shower 16pm - lunch, assfucking, 20pm - dinner, teasing Random events: pee 1, 2 Other events: digging through mud events every $dayTime

<<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1 || $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>> /* i.e. if punished */ You manage to compose yourself and sit properly in front of your Master. <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1>>Your ass <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 4>>blisterly <</if>>hurts, yet you plant it on your feet and straighten your spine and push your tit forward. <</if>> <<if visited("Sub_D01E01_PunishedForMasturbating")>> Your clit is still pulsating under the metal shell keeping it in isolation, and it will pain you for a long time - but it has commanded your behaviour enough for one day, and you ''refuse'' to disappoint Master again. <</if>> Slowly you return to a proper presentation pose, marred only by what faint twitching of your limbs that you cannot seem to control. Master grabs your chin and lifts it, forcing an eye contact which your shame would have avoided. "You erred." he declared, with a certain softness in his voice. "And you received istant and merciless correction. It shall happen again. Want it or not, wish it or not - I will be implacable, and tear you down until you're rebuilt in a better and proper way." You swallow, then nod in his hand. It is as it should be. <</if>> Master takes the empty tray and pushes it outside the cell, then with a last glance at your bound and still form he closes the door and bars it with key and bolt. Only then you break your pose and shuffle toward the door, ready to have your cuffs off your body. <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1 || $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>> /* i.e. if punished */ The flaps don't open as you has expected.. "Uhm... Master?" you call. "Yes, slave" comes the reply, and - //oh fuck//, you think: you have recognized a familiar mirth in his voice. "I am still cuffed, Master." you say, plaintively... and futily, for you already know what the answer will be. Your instinct is not wrong: "As you should be." is the reply. "<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>>After seeing what your fingers gets to, why should give them leave to act unperturbed? <</if>> <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) >= 1>>After you almost wasted my seed by distraction... or worst... shouldn't I ensure you focus better on your next actions?<</if>> No, slave, I have no reason to uncuff you." You hear his footsteps getting dimmer and strain to hear his last words. "See you later, slave∼" <<link "Soon you are alone..." "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <</link>> <<else>> /* not punished*/ A screech matches the opening of the lowest slider. "Present your feet." orders Master. You turn your back to the door and shuffle backward until your feet and only your feet are off the cell, and are rewarded with being freed from the leg irons. At Master's prompt you then bend down and awkwardly push your cuffed hands through the middle opening, now open, and ignore the strain in the position as he unlocks them. His hand lingers briefly on your wrists before releasing you, and you smile while bringing your hands in front. There may be a wall of metal between the two of you, yet you'd never felt closer to him. "...I'll see you later, slave." Master says, voice thick with emotion. "I'll wait you impatiently." you whisper. <<link "His steps dims as he walks away." "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> <</link>> <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>> <</if>> <<silently>> [[Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</silently>>

<<if $bondage_wrist != "None">> It is a bad idea. You //know// it is a bad idea. Yet you're gonna do it anyway. You know why, of course: you're a brat. Oh, you're a brat who //want// to be put in her place, but a brat nonetheless. You want the control, the unfairness... and you love testing your boundaries. And being put in your place. A part of you is //terrified// of what Master is going to do to you for such blatant act of defiance, expecially now that he can do to you whatever he wants. ...but another part of you is //electrified// at the thought - and it includes your pussy. So you take your mattress and flip it over the door, 'barricading' your cell. [[You only need to wait a few minutes...|Sub_D01_Mattress_Reaction]] <<else>> You eye the mattress with nefarious intent, but the //clink// of your handcuffs shackling your wrists reminds you of your current state of powerlessness. Bound as you are, the revolution will have to wait. [[Maybe after Master frees you...?|Sub_D01_CellHub]] ...//will// he free you? You shiver and try not to rub your thighs too much. <</if>>

In no time you hear the long, heavy steps of Master's boots echoing in the hallway. One by one they come close, herald of your doom... and then they stop right in front of your barricaded cell door. "Slave." His voice is //artic//. "Remove the obstruction from the entrance and submit to punishment. ''Now.''" The harshness in his tone makes you tremble, freezed as if in front of a big predator... which is not far from the truth. Still, you have been given a command - and with it, two and two only options: [[to obey|Sub_D01_MattressObey]] or [[not to obey|Sub_D01_MattressDisobey]].

<<if $mistakesSA.at(-2) == 0>> You blink owlishly, confused. //Punishment?// "Punishment for what, Master?" you ask.<<else>> His hand touches the small of your back, drawing a startled reaction from you - and a pained hiss at the sudden movement. "...and now that this is over, let's talk about what I saw on the camera." Master says. You blink<<if $slaveMaxPain >= 5>> quickly, wiping your tears away<</if>>. What? <</if>> Master is quick to remind you: "About you fingering your ass." The words take three whole seconds to penetrate your brain... and when it happens, your mind is invaded by a wave of //shameheatlovelustsubmission// that makes you both squirm in helpless arousal and hope to sink into the ground. Yes, in hindsight doing that ''may'' have been a mistake. ...even if a part of you don't regret a thing. Master snorts, and for a moment you wonder in fear if he can read minds - surely not, he's just reacting to your squirming, that last line of thought is safe - he puts his hands on your ass, distracting you - you don't //dare// pushing back into his palm, not after stealing pleasure not yours - <center>//your belt clicks open.//</center> You gasp, eyes wide as plates. With your cheek on the floor you cannot exactly turn to look at Master in disbelief, but as always he knows what passes through your pretty head - and he chuckles sinister as he lays your belt on the ground near you. "Don't get your panties in a twist." he says... and he slams something in front of your eyes, against the floor. It is his cattle prod. And Master makes it //sparkle//. "This is ''punishment''∼" //Oh fuck,// you think. //Oh fuck ohfuckfuckfucketyfuck!// His gloved fingers leave the handle of the tool. Soon after you feel your engorged lips barely touched and your clit gripped tightly between his thumb and index. You hiss in pain, but then see Master taking the prod back and all breath leave your lungs. One hand takes hold of your cuffed wrists and forcibly brings them against your neck, forcing your upper body against the immovable floor; one foot step on the leg irons, trapping your feet. You're stuck like a virgin on a sacrificial altar, your ass - and clit! - never more vulnerable than now. @@#anchor_readySlave; @@ "Ready, slave?" <<linkreplace "he sarcastically remarks." t8n>>he sarca- <<ScrollTo "anchor_readySlave">> <<timed 2s>><<scrolldown 15s>><</timed>> <center>// p a i n . // <img src="images/BDSM/Punishment/Electro, clit tasered.gif"></center> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "cattleProd" volume 1 play>><</if>> A thunder hits the center of your passion. You ''howl'' and contort savagely - your feet kick uselessly around Master boot, your torso twists trying to get off his grip - but Master is unrelenting, he doesn't free you, he presses down instead, painfully pinning you on the floor, and your struggles are for nothing. "I told you, slave." he says in your ear. "Your pleasure belongs to ''me''. And you don't get to steal what is ''mine''." Your screams choke on thin air as you feel the prongs touch your cunt again... but then Master pulls away. You slump on the ground, spent, and oppose no resistance as he locks the belt back around your crotch and pulls your pants up. "[[Sit properly.|Sub_D01E01_EndEvent]]" You wheeze, but obey. That's what a slave do. <> <<set $achievementRequirements["betaTester"] += 1>> <<set $lastAchievementPossible to "betaTester">> <><</linkreplace>>

<<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>With nothing to do in the present<<else>>With nothing that you can do, courtesy of your chains,<</if>> and your total lack of knowledge about your future, your mind loses itself in the past... [[Actually, you're just bored.|Sub_D01_NotReminishing]] [[About your prison kink.|Sub_D01_ReminishingJail]] [[About your love for unfairness.|Sub_D01_ReminishingUnfairness]] [[About how you met Master the first time.|Sub_D01_ReminishingMaster][$choice to 1]] <<if $P1_CA_rememberMaster >= 0>> [[About the first time Master bound you.|Sub_D01_ReminishingMaster][$choice to 2]]<</if>> [[About nothing in particular.|Sub_D01_ReminishingFailure]]

You are led in the hallway along what you recognize being the direction //away// from the intake room. Master keeps a hand firmly around your arm, as if believing that you were going to run for it<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01_MattressEvent")>>... which, after your 'rebellion' with the mattress, may be fair<</if>>. You are led in front of a barred door, then guided in front of the wall at its side. "Spread your legs." Master orders, and he pushes your head against the wall. You push your feet aside as far as the leg irons allow it; only then Master opens the door and grabs you by your arm again. Once beyond the threshold, you understand why. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Courtyard 6.jpg" width=500></center> They were outside. In front of her was a walled courtyard, a flat expanse of packed earth bounded by a brick wall high three times your height. You can see the top of a few trees beyond the wall and realize there is a forest outside, but the unfavourable obstacle stops you from seeing more. There are no landmarks visible, nothing that could give you even a hint of your current location: that is a place where to breath fresh air and maybe do a bit of exercise, if the yoga mat at the center of the courtyard You smile. ...then you notice the barbed wire on the wall, boggle and crack a giggle. "Oi." Master playfully shakes you by your arm, still tightly gripped in his strong hand. "You're a dangerous prisoner, inmate: I need every means at my disposal to keep you contained." "Oh, yes." you agree - and you //do// agree, with him: you always believed that there is no overkill in bondage, only insufficiently strict bindings. Still... "I could run up the wall like in Matrix and double-jump outside if you're not carefull." In hindsight, Master twisting your nipple is utterly predictable. [[Still worth it, though.|Sub_D01E02_StartYoga]]

''Achievements'' (click [[here|AchievementForgetAll]] to erase them all): <<print setup.displayAllAchievementsHTML()>> /* > <<if State.metadata.get("Chrysals_Achievements_newLife") == true>> Has achievement<table border=0><tr><td><img src=" achievementList.newLife.imgUrl"></td><td> ''<<script>> achievementList.newLife.name <</script>> '' <<script>> achievementList.newLife.text <</script>> </td></tr></table><<else>>// <<script>> achievementList.newLife.name <</script>> // (not achieved) <</if>> > > > > > > > newLife : { name : "A new beginning", text : "Uphend your whole life for your love (of bondage?)", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, thereIsNoGoodAndBad : { name : "There is no good or evil", text : "Successfully deepthroat Master and still be punished by him.", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, meatRaw : { name : "I like my meat raw", text : "Deepthroath Master three times without enough lube.", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, inmate : { name : "Lifer inmate", text : "Got yourself behind bars indefinitely.", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, prisonBitch : { name : "Prison Bitch", text : "You're at the bottom.", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, betaTester : { name : "Beta tester", text : "Try three times to defeat your chastity belt.", imgUrl : "images\User Interface\Prison, cell.jpg" }, */

All achievements erased. <<=State.metadata.clear()>>

<<switch $P1_CA_meditate>> <<case 0>> Deciding to give it a try, you set up on the bed to meditate. <<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>You sit cross-legged on your mattress, rest your back against the wall and close your eyes.<<else>>Being cuffed and shackled, with your hands bound behind your back, precludes a lot of good positions for such an activity, but you manage to find enough confort by simply laying on your front. <</if>> You take a deep breath, from the bottom part of your lungs, then you slowly exhale. You inhale again... you exhale again... [[Your heartbeat slows down.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_meditate += 1>> <<default>> Having nothing better to do, <<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>you sit on the bed like a monk<<else>>you shuffle your chained body on the edge of the bed<</if>> and try to meditate. <<if $P1_CA_masturbate < 3>>Once again the absolute lack of any stimulus beats your lack of knowledge in proper meditation practices. There is nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to hear - and so you can fully concentrate on your self, your body, your breathing. You lose the feeling of the passing of time and abandon yourself to the moment. Nothing else matters. <<if $bondage_wrist != "None">> Not even your bondage can distract you this time. <</if>> Surprisingly, you emerge from the meditation [[feeling refreshed.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<else>> ...or at least you //try//. Unfortunately it is rather difficult to attain enlightment when your pants have a wet spot between your legs and you'd like nothing more than push two fingers in your pussy and //fucking cum//. [[After a few minutes of fruitless squirming, you give up.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]<</if>> <<set $P1_CA_meditate += 1>> <</switch>>

<<switch $P1_CA_masturbate>> <<case 0>> Surprisingly enough, chastity belts have never been a great part of your play with Master: your toy collection included a few leather ones and a handful of corsets and straightjacket with crotch strap thick and rigid enough to stop you from rubbing one off, but that was it. It wasn't for lack of desire or interest, if anything the exact opposite: both you and Master are perfectionists, but the metal belts on the market were all... lacking. Waist belt or hip belt, rigid or ergonomic, perforated or with secondary shield, domed or with labia slit, long-term wearability or plugs... there was an endless amount of details, //important// details, that would shape their experience with chastity. And as both of you wanted it to be ''perfect'', the list of checks, measurements, ideas, projects and whatnot had become so long that it has been pretty clear that locking off your cunt would be a long-term project. Apparently Master has managed to simplify things a fair bit. You lower your pants and put your hands on the belt, marveling. It felt light, if (necessarily) snug. Your first impression was correct: the band cinching your body was a metal tube of some sort, flexible and adaptable to the shape of both flesh and bones. You bend down until you touch your toes, then twist sideways, but the chastity belt is no more of an obstacle than a tight belt keeping your pants up. You have no idea how much time you can wear it before needing a pause, but you suspect the answer is 'a lot'. The shield is a perforated dome that keeps well above your touch-hungry pussy, ensuring that your clit can quiver and pulsate in total, complete isolation. Pressing down on the shield does nothing, nor can you get a finger under the edge - the fit is too snug. Realizing this makes you wonder //how// exactly your Master obtained such precision; you two have of course measured your body in many ways with various kits, but your belt seems hand-crafted by someone that had //you// on hand. You shook your head; you'll have your answers, even if you have to suck your Master dry until he begs for mercy. You try the hole in the back and can slip a finger in your ass, but you've never cummed from anal (to both of your liking) and you don't expect the new addition to change things. You try however to bend your finger toward your pussy from that hole, and fail miserably: even twisting your arm awkwardly, the best you can do is touch your perineum and //maybe// the lowest part of your labia. The hole is [[not a vulnerability.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_masturbate += 1>> <<case 1>> Intellectually you know that you're not going to defeat the belt. ...but you're still going to //try//∼ You take off the pants and stare at the device affixed on your body, thinking for a few moments, then you try to grab it at the waist and pull. It... mostly doesn't work, the hip band is //tiny// and your fingers have trouble gripping it, but after a few minutes of trying you can sorta give it a few thrust upwards. This does absolutely //nothing// for your pussy, but now you know what to do if you want to bruise your perineum. Fun! (Not.) <center> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, in chastity, trying to defeat the belt.gif"></center> Trying to finger-fuck your ass wouldn't work... maybe a stick or something? Not that you have something like that in your cell, and you suspect you won't have it in the future. You lay on your bed, hoping that the change in position will shift something. Twisting the belt upward is still useless, but mybe you've got a better angle with the hole...? Having nothing to lose, you try. On your stomach, chin dug in the mattress and ass up, you maul one tit with your hand while the other is busy pushing a finger in the rear hole of your belt, questing for your cunt. It is a bare, few inches from your digit... you can surely do it.... if only you could..... go further..... "Mnnng..." <<set $achievementRequirement_betaTester += 1>> ...nope, doesn't work. [[Your belt is a masterwork.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_masturbate += 1>> <<case 2>> You're not going to quit so soon. Deciding to exploit the terrain, you move to a corner of the bed and hump it. The crotch shield digs quite hard around your pussy, yet even with this you can't manage to make the inside touch your fluttering lips. You huff, then try to position the shield //above// the corner and lower yourself down, pushing the shield //up//. Then you twist until your belly is horizontal and near the crotch, to use the corner to pull the blasted thing //down//. It. Doesn't. //Fucking//. ''Work''. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, in chastity, trying to defeat the belt.gif"></center> Defeated, you lay on your bed and pant your exhaustion away. Who the fuck build that thing?! The only thing changed [[is the puddle on the floor...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_masturbate += 1>> <<default>> You are //not// defeated. You just... need a better idea. Yes, that's it. You are thinking, and plotting, and you shall have your release. And it will be ''glorious''! <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Trying to defeat the belt.gif"></center> You continue to repeat yourself that, a hand melanchonically rubbing [[at your crotch shield.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]<<set $P1_CA_masturbate += 1>> <</switch>> /* End case not punished for masturbating */

<<if (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") && lastVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") < 4) || (hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") && lastVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") < 5) >> Your horny mind, clouded by the utter submission of your body and flesh both, may be willing... but your clit definitely is not! You still feel the ache of <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>>the cattle prod<<else>>your poor, squished pleasure nub<</if>>, and are not willing to challenge Master so soon. Even thinking about it [[prompts a whimper|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] of pain(?). <<else>> /* I.e. if it has been between half an hour to an hour from punishment */ You huff and rub your thighs together, but know that it's a doomed enterprise. Even if you didn't have a solid chunk of metal covering your pussy, Master left your hands cuffed behind you. Yet your cunt flutters, hungry. You turn and wiggle, sure that [[you're giving a good spectacle for Master|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] on the cameras. <</if>>

<<switch $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating>><<case 0>> You are horny. As you look forlonly at the chastity belt, laying on the bed with the pants off, you cannot but dream of how lovely it would be to rub your fingers along your wet lips, maybe plunge one inside your cunt... and let your palm make sweet, sweet circles around your clit. You can //feel// it, throbbing and pleading for relief... <center> <><<if $skinColor == "skinColor_black">> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching, black.gif"> <<else>> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching.gif"><</if>> <></center> ...but no, the cruel shield denies you. You bite your lips and [[whimper|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]... but don't touch the belt. <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating += 1>> <<case == 1>> ...you are //horny//. You //started// this adventure horny, but the realization of so many fantasies - the weight of your enslavement, the cruel and unfair treatment you have been subjected, the strict rules and stricter bondage - is inflaming your lust to unheard of levels. And you. Cannot. Do. //A thing.// About it. You whimper, toss and turn, wishing nothing more that to drive your fingers in your hungry snatch and give it what it desires - <<if $bondage_wrist != "None">>all you can do is smash them against a perforated grill.<<else>>yet you cannot even bring your hand against the shield, bound as you are.<</if>> In the end, [[you admit defeat|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] - but not before being reduced to a panting mess. <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating += 1>> <<case == 2>> You fantasize about Master and what will he do with you. You picture him manhandling you to a bed, maybe binding you spread-eagle, maybe tossing you on it and taking you from behind. You imagine the feeling of straps and shackles keeping you pinned, your futile struggles against their unrelenting grip, and Master's throaty chuckle as he divest himself of clothes and lays on you. You can almost //feel// his fingers gripping your flesh, digging into it with relish, mauling, kneading; his hand gripping your throat, his dick sinking in your pussy... <<if $bondage_wrist != "None">>It is only after feeling a delicious shiver of //painpleasure// that you realize that your wandering hand has gone under your top and played with your nipple, teasing and pinching it.<<else>>The chain shackling your wrists chimes, ejecting you from your daydream.<</if>> You groan loudly and still your hands, for all the good that it will do now. Useless to say, [[you're even hornier than before.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating += 1>> <<case 3>> Panting in unquieted arousal, your tired mind reaches a conclusion you should probably have realized far before... if you hadn't thought with your pussy. The conclusion is simple: you being //very// eager to cum is not a problem. If anything, orgasm denial being difficult for you makes it //so much better// to put you in your place... and more enjoyable for him, too. He oh so love seeing you squirming in helpless arousal... You are sure that the cameras blinking at you are connected to some kind of baby monitor, maybe even a recording feature. You //know// that Master sees everything important that you do, and will adapt your torment to the weakness that you have displayed. And you ''know'' that he will both punish you for being a lusty inmate trying to defeat the belt... and use the punishment to further your helpless arousal. After all, [[what better way to breaking you than melting your mind with sheer hornyness?|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating += 1>> <<default>> You lay on the mattress in a puddle of your sweat, limbs limp and refusing to move anymore, one hand still resting over a tit, the other between your legs. You pant, exhausted, without strength, and look forlonly at the crotch shield. You are tired, horny... and defeated. You only want to cum, [[but you're denied.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating += 1>> <</switch>>

/*i.e. until 1st event, breakfast */ <<if $dayTime==0>> You have longed for a life of total control. Together with your wonderful Master, you have penned many stories and fantasies; many others you two have read, sometime laughing together at the irrealism of the characters, sometimes having raunchy sex and even more ideas after finding a nifty trick or a new bout of inspiration. Slowly the fantasy of your complete and irreversible enslavement had become a possibility, then a long-term project, then a multitude of smaller yet achievable goals. Now the fantasy is your reality. <</if>> /*end if of 1st time passage*/ You are trapped inside a prison cell. You have no clock to mark the passage of time. The harsh lights from the ceiling offer no answer, respite or place to hide. The door is barred to you, and nothing exists to remind you of the outside world. What you see //is// your world. Sooner or later Master will come for you, but for now you're left on your own devices.

/* between bj and 12 am - hour of fresh air: yoga; then shower */ The cell block is utter silent, either because of soundproofing or because no one is near. Master can see you on his camera feed whenever he wants, but you are all alone in a 3mx4m cell, with no diversions nor distractions. <<switch (($dayTime-135)/$defaultTimeskip)>> <<case 5>> You have had many wonderful experiences with long-term selfbondage (before meeting Master) and tight bondage (afterward). The stuffy boredom of being confined into a tight pretzel or small confines is nothing new for you, but this time is different: this time there is no 'end' to the play... because it's not a play anymore. This time it's for real. <<case 10>> ...well, //almost// no distraction. The heat between your legs //could// be considered such, but you have overcome it. You know that you got no chance of satisfying your horny pussy, not with the metal sealing it up, so you're going to ignore it<<if !hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") && !hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")>> - just as you should have done before<</if>>. And you've done a good job, too: your legs are spread so to not make your thighs rub against each other, your hands are well away from your tits no matter how much you want to pinch your nipples, your mind doesn't muse on how good it would be to feel your fingers rubbing on your clit, or Master's dick slide through your lower lips... ... ...damn it. <<case 15>> Definitely. ... <<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>You moan as your hands squeeze your tits, fingers kneading and mauling and sinking deeply in your flesh. The top of your uniform lays abandoned on top of the sink, the bottom is pooled around your feet, your thighs are rubbing against each other for so much time they are covered in a patina of sweat...<<else>>You moan as you desperately hump the corner of the mattress, rubbing your perky tits against it and moaning at the dregs of pleasure that you can get this way. If your hands weren't still locked behind you, you would use them to squeeze your tits, kneading and mauling your supple flesh, but instead you're forced to try this way...<</if>> "Mn//nng//..." It doesn't work, you //know// it doesn't work... but you're too horny to stop, to reason, to //think//. <</switch>>

/* between [12 am - hour of fresh air: yoga; then shower] and [16pm - lunch and anal] */ The exercise did you some good: you now realize that the cramped travelling conditions lead you to acquire kinks of the non-sexual variety, now gone in favour of a pleasant soreness in your muscles. It is a welcomed exchange and you vow to thank Master for it the first time you see him. You already have ideas of the form your thanks will take... <<switch (($dayTime-375)/$defaultTimeskip)>> <<case 5>> You <<case 10>> ...well, <<case 15>> ??. <</switch>>

<<goto "EndVersion">> /* between [16pm - lunch and anal] and [20pm - dinner and teasing] */ The sexcapades of the day are making themselves heard. You are beginning to feel quite tired, your body sore... in more than one way. <<switch (($dayTime-375)/$defaultTimeskip)>> <<case 5>> You <<case 10>> ...well, <<case 15>> ??. <</switch>>

You are tired. The day has been exciting, sure, but //long//. Submitting to your Master's whims

<<set $day to 101>> <<set $epilogues_PhaseI to [false, false, false, false]>> The rest of the week went in a similar way. You were awoken by the infernal air siren at an ungodly hour at the morning, and the damned thing didn't stop until continuing ininterrupted for many, //many// minutes. It was a blessing that Master never came right afterward: your choice of words after such an awakening would have earned you the caning of the century. You ate slave kibble three times at day, and had to pay for them in either sex or edging. Not once were you given the relief of an orgasm; always Master stroked the fire of your lust even more, yet in the end left you with the bare embers of it. The unfairness of the whole thing made you wet and horny 24/7, and you tried to defeat the chastity belt again and again<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") is true>>, as you did the first day<</if>>, but always failed - and promptly got punished for it. You still had been forced to ask for the use of toilet paper, and the strangeness of it had not abated. The enemas continued. So did the anal sex, every time with you cuffed, shackled and helpless while Master went ball-deep inside you. <<switch $analOutput[0]>><<case "anal_painAnal">>You struggled a lot with it... and you shouldn't have. Those were not the first times you did anal with Master, your trained yourself with plugs of various sizes and made sure you could receive his dick even there. And yet.<<case "anal_successful">>Master had no problem pumping loads after loads in your hole, but you struggled to draw pleasure from the act. Oh, the inherent submission of being sodomized while bound made you quite horny, for sure, but the physical act itself did little: you didn't even come close to cumming. Considering how your belt was not opened for anything except cleaning, teasing and anal, you better learn fast.<<case "anal_subOrgasmRuined">>It was the apex of your adventure, a perfect summary of what you sought: you were bound so you couldn't resist him, used like a sex toy with no mercy or consideration, and denied your own satisfaction every time you neared the peak. And you came close to it //lots and lots of times//. Apparently the recipe for putting an ahegao face on you was a pinch of humiliation, a sprinkle of helplessness and a dick pumping furiously in and out of you: who would have thought∼?<</switch>> Your blowjobs too became a part of your routine, as you had demanded before the beginning of this ==adventu== training. Master remained steadfast in pushing your limits, expecially regarding your gag reflex, and you did your best to overcome them<<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) ==0 >>. You are //not// at the point in which you can deepthroath him easily, but the improvement is visible.<<elseif 1 <= $mistakesSA.at(-1) && $mistakesSA.at(-1) <= 3 >>, with mixed results: you are improving, but not nearly as fast as you hoped. Obviously Master punished you accordingly (as your still red ass can testify), but it's nothing that //forced// you to become better. Hopefully there is something coming your way...<<elseif 4 <= $mistakesSA.at(-1) && $mistakesSA.at(-1) <= 7 >>...with mixed results. You //knew// that it would be difficult, your past struggles were proof enough of it, but you still expected more of yourself. And your Master, too: while you have not said it out loud, you're disappointed in the way he had punished you. Spanking and impact toys may turn your ass red, but have proven ineffectual before into //forcing// you to be better than this.<</if>> Last, and //definitely// least, your unwanted cellmate: boredom. Your cellmate was not thrown out, unfortunately: life in a prison was dull beyond the brief moments of interaction with Master, which made you longe for him all the more. Still, a few times something //did// happen to break your routine... [[For once, you got your physical.|Sub_D02-7_E01_PhysByPiercer][set $epilogues_PhaseI[0] to true]] <<if $epilogues.count(true) >= 1>> [[Then one day you got a |Sub_D02-7_E02_Pet][$epilogues_PhaseI[1] to true]]//[[very|Sub_D02-7_E02_Pet][$epilogues_PhaseI[1] to true]]//[[ unusual workout.|Sub_D02-7_E02_Pet][$epilogues_PhaseI[1] to true]] <</if> <<if $epilogues.count(true) >= 2>> [[Unknown text.|Sub_D02-7_E03_UnknownEvent][set $epilogues_PhaseI[2] to true]] <</if> <<if $epilogues.count(true) >= 3>> And then, after about a week, [[you got a surprise...|Sub_D02-7_E04_EndPhaseI][set $epilogues_PhaseI[3] to true]] <</if>>

<<notify>>You have received a new mail.<</notify>>> Sophie glanced at the brief alert beeping on her screen, then back at the pile of paperwork in her hand. Shuffling away the dreaded thing with a small content smile, the woman pulled the laptop at her and let herself get distracted. > ''From:'' <font="Courier"><a href="nonsense">cuddlingisfordomstoo@fakeprovider.org</a>; > ''To:'' <font="Courier"><a href="nonsense">cb4all.chiefnurse@bdsmclub.net</a>; > ''Attachments:'' <a href="nonsense">Download all.</a> > ''Obj:'' <font="Courier">Little help plz! >> <font="Courier"> Hello Sophie. >> Sorry for disappearing this past week. Me and my better half had a few serious talks, began a research spree and got a bit too involved in our fantasies. You know how we are when having fun. >> On a 'completely' unrelated matter, I have a number of wide-ranging issues that are right up your field; you'll find them in the attachments to this mail. I suspect that answering fully to my questions, and to those that will be born from them, will take both ample time and copious effort. Fear not, they are not urgent: they relate to a project whose pieces will take months to assemble, if even. While it is not time-sensitive, I would exceptionally ask your discretion on the matter: don't say a word of it to my love, since it is for a surprise I am preparing for her. >> Thanks in advance for any help you'll provide. >> P.s.: I recently saw Kelly sporting a new chain-harness for pony play: is it your work? Sophie lifted an eyebrow and bit her lips, hiding a smirk. //Ah, at fucking last,// she mused. //I swear, those two are horrible procrastinators.// She took control of the cursor and downloaded the attachment, then unzipped the rather heafty file and started perusing the output. As her eyebrows rose higher and higher, Sophie realized that yes, if anything 'ample time and copious effort' was an //understatement// - this little 'project' of his would be a severe investment of time and resources for everyone involved, and a costly one too. Yet Sophie knew that he could afford it... and most importantly, that he would do anything to make his woman happy. Smiling, Sophie [[began to type|TMoF_4_pt2]].

The question, when it arrived, arrived out of the blue. "How do you do CNC?" Sophie put away her tablet and turned toward the one who spoke. Her eyes roamed briefly on his face, normally so calm and placid, and took note of his not-so-hidden mood. She didn't like what she saw. "You don't." was the blunt reply. "Not in truth." //That// bludgeoned through his self-despondency and returned a spark in his eyes. He shifted minutely, probably without even realizing it, and was visibly attentive. "'Consensual non-consent', at its base, is a blank check that your sub gives you for any consent verification you would normally require." Sophie explained. "This of course is utter shit. You are essentially refusing a fundamental piece of your communication, and relationships live //and die// by communication between the partners. Ergo, you should communicate without communicate. It's impossible." "Mm. So what do you do?" "You fake it." she answered. "You stop making safeword checks, but you insist that she still have it - and makes sure she //uses// it, if needed. You draw a contract, or define a project, or whatever else you can use that will enstablish guidelines, preferences and hard limits. You spend ''a lot'' of time learning the ins and outs of her body language, this way you'll rely less on what she says and more on what she //feels//." "Thus giving the illusion that I don't care about her consent even as I still leave veto power in her hands..." Sophie suppressed an amused huff. //'The illusion that //I// don't care? My my,// she mused, //how quickly the pretense fell.// Leaving the idiot to his mumbling, she took her tablet back and made as if to continue her work. She had no intention to actually do it, not with a still open bet between her, Alice, Mark, John and Kelly on who between the dunderhead in front of her or his equally moronic submissive would crack first. Honestly, those two could be //really fucking oblivious// sometimes. "So, what was this about?" she asked, feigning a false indifference. He sighed. Probably because he recognized her tone and realize there was no escaping the question. She trained him well, after all. "My sub wants to upgrade into my slave and has //ideas// on how to do it. Extreme ones." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Ideas you share, at least in part, otherwise you wouldn't be here." she pointedly added. The following silence was answer enough. "And those ideas are...?" He sighed, //again//. The impertinent brat. "Of complete enslavement, hard 24/7 bondage and TPE." he admitted. "And a hefty dose of CNC, also." "Translation: she wants to be a slave the way of all those fantasies online?" she asked, peering at him "Gor, Torei, that genre there?" "Try JG Leathers and Thndrshark." he grumbled. "She wants me to pierce her, shackle her through the piercings and leave her as a naked, kneeling slave which is punished at the slightest mistake, but still gets lots of love and cuddle time. Somehow." Sophie blinked. "Oh boys. When was the last time you made her cum, dear?" For some strange reason, that got her a queer look. "...wait a mo'. ''You'' are asking //me// when last I made my sub cum?" exclaimed the //un//funny person. "Are you well? Do you have a cold? Do you need to lie down?" Her once apprentice in the subtle art of domination ultimately turned out to be a great liar: she //[[didn't|TMoF_01_pt2]]// throw her tablet at him, no matter what he later claimed. It was all lies and slander!

// A logo appears on screen. The words '//Bondage Club//' in a vaguely gothic font are displayed with an ominous music theme, then the logo disappears. A man in a prison guard uniform sits down on an armchair with a huff. On his sides there are two men and three women in casual clothes. One man and one woman have paired collars and sit closely to each other. // "Hello guys and gals, and welcome to the first video of this 'Making Of' collection." //he states.// "If you're here, I assume you have already seen the video of the arrival of my slave-to-be in this new facility of the Bondage College - and you're rearing up for more." //The man smiles and widens his arms.// "Well, here it is." //The burly man on the left of the warden begins to talk.// "We are tentatively calling it 'Club Pandora'. It will be a new area focused heavily on kidnap play and prison kink, for medium-long play that goes from a single weekend to even a whole holiday." //The speaker smiles, displaying a forest of white teeth.// "But you're not here because you like the ambience we made, mm∼? You want the kinky details, and now that we've managed to pry the man off his woman you can finally get them! So." //The speaker turns toward the man in the prison guard uniform. // "Tell us, warden: how did this whole thing started?" "Well, believe it or not, from her." // The warden gives a tired, yet fond smile.// "She had pretty specific kinks early on, and we did a lot with DiY bondage first, and your machinery-made items later." //He nods at the burly man, who grins and gives him a double thumbs-up.// "But there's a difference between putting your woman in a closet, and putting her in a cell. This is... a significant upgrade from our usual level." "I bet." //The burly man wiggles his thick eyebrows.// "The making of this area required a lot of expertise from some of the best at the Bondage College - but I'm not going to spoiler anything. Our watcher will have to wait for the next 'Making Of' video for that." //The collared woman rolls her eyes.// "Geez, Mark, can you be any //less// subtle?" //she says, ribbing the burly man.// "Gotta give some hooks for people to continue watching." //shamelessly says the now-christened Mark, shrugging his wide shoulders.// "But let's continue with our explanation. We know that you and the inmate under us-" //A corner of the screen was partitioned to show the image of another camera, this one looking downward into a cell inside which a woman in a prison outfit rested.// "-have a few kinks hidden under the bed... well, actually mostly her. I remember some of the things for which you asked for help, and they were ''wild''." //The warden snorts.// "Yes, well, I think in little to no time it will become bloody obvious she's way kinkier than me." //A pause.// "Then again it's not like I protested //that// much, so think what you will." "Oh, believe me, we're already doing." //Mark snickered at the glower sent his way by the warden.// "But what I'm sure our viewer are dying to know is: how did you went from a few horny fantasy to-" //He widened his arms, metaphorically encompassing the room.// "-this?" "Begging." //deadpanned the warden.// "Lots and lots of begging." //Then he sighed and deflated a bit on his armchair.// "Jokes aside, somehow my wonderful woman has taken a look at her fantasies, taken another look at her actual abilities and resilience, and decided that she's inadequate. Which is ''bullshit'', of course, but do try to make her understand it." "Aaaah." //Mark waved an arm in a suggestive way. // "You're whipped. //That// explains many things." "Screw you." //was the instant retort.// "And it's called 'being supportive', but what should you know, you're eternally single." "Oooooh∼" //came in chorus from the peanut gallery.// "Screw you guys!" //laughed Mark, unruffled by the ribbing.// "So this is part rubbing your kinky fancy and part reassuring your partner?" "And part keeping a hold on her most... impulsive ideas." //The warden gave a smug smile.// "Funny thing is, ''I'' am the Master - so ''I'' decide at which pace do we move. She wants training? She gets training - at __my__ schedule." "And there you have it, folks." //interjects Mark, turning toward the camera.// "A true relationship is based on communication, and a BDSM one is no different." "...you do realize they both tip-toed around the other instead of just talking to each other, right, Mark?" //snarked the collared woman, facepalming.// "Which is why I say not to do like those two and actually talk to each other before trying to get one up the other with a complicated BDSM scene." //shamelessly continued Mark.// "But don't throw away your kinky ideas, the sex after your discussion will be ''legendary''." "You guys sucks." //morosely lamented the warden, only to be elbowed by Sophie.// "And you love us for it." //The warden sighed.// "In spite of my best judgement..." [[Go forward to after the good-natured squabbling.|TMoF_06_pt2]] [[Shut off the tv.|The Making of Files]]

''Attachment 1:'' //Report - Slave feed v1.0.doc// > The concept of a 'slave feed', i.e. a standardized food capable to give an adult human the full dose of daily calories required, plus correct balancing of carboidrats, fats, vitamins and other supplements, has fascinated BDSM enthusiasts since its > The difficulties are as such: > * // Caloric intake: // Sex is heavy physical exercise, therefore sexually active slaves needs an appropriate amount of energy to maintain their usual performance level; > * // Supplements: // Carboidrats and fats are not the only thing the body needs: there are plenty of vitamins, metals, fibers, minerals and other such molecules needed to maintain healthy standards of living; > * // Testing: // Long term consumation of slave feed may have side effects or other such consequences; allergies must be considered; etc etc; > * // Manifacturing: // After creating a working recipe, it is necessary to create a creation process that is realistically simple, economically affordable and time-unconsuming. > * // Ease of intake (optional): // Optionally, it is preferred for the process of eating slave feed to be unconfortable, humiliating, possible while bound in various positions, etc etc; > * // Taste (optional): // It is preferred for slave feed to be unappealing to taste and/or being similar to human seed in flavour and texture; > * // Excrements (optional): // It is preferred for a diet consisting purely of slave feed to produce little to no fecal matter; > From 2015, Soylent has been proposed as a commercially available solution to this problem. While Soylent does satisfy many of the requirements (and many of the necessary controls have already been made by the appropriate authorities), there are a few concerns about some specifics supplements and regarding possible effects on the intestines (mostly flautulence). I have never investigated in deep the subject; expect a second report after I do. ---- A few days later, Sophie received an expected call. "Well well well, look at who's deigning to call." she 'greeted' him, laying more confortably on her office chair. "I almost believed I have been forgotten. Oh woe is me, left alone all by myself, abandoned in my solitude..." A sigh came to her ear from across the country. <font="Courier">//+ You're going to hold it on my head for a long time, aren't you. +// "You bet." was the shameless answer. "You have read my mail, I assume?" <font="Courier">//+ Yes, and I now have more questions than before. +// Sophie huffed, amused at his despondent tone: the hell did he expect, to have all the logistical problems of the enslavement of a young if extraordinary willing woman solved with but a snap of his fingers? Bah. <font="Courier">//+ Starting with the psych eval. Is there any way to... hide it from her, so to speak? +// Her frow burrowed. "The fuck you mean?" <font="Courier">//+ It can hardly be a surprise if I push her on a psychoanalyst's bed and we ask her how would she feel at the idea of permanent bondage. +// snarked her friend. Sophie rolled her eyes. "There is a thing called 'subtlety', you know? Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Say..." She glanced at her planner. "...next month? I can slot a week-long 'scene' at the club's asylum, spend the time checking her reactions and whatnot. We will have our answers and she will suspect nothing." <font="Courier">//+ A week? She's going to claw at the roof for the frustration! +// he yoked. "Funny, I remembering her fainting from the orgasm I gave her, the last time I had her in my clutches..." <font="Courier">//+ Yes, that is true... //after// eight hours straight of teasing and edging. +// "Details." she minimized, waving a hand around - not that he could see, that being a phone call. His laugh prompted another roll of her eyes. [[Smartarse...|The Making of Files]]

<<include "VariableInitialization_bj">> <<set $blowjobMistake[0] to 1>> <<set $outcomeSA.push("blowjob_successfull")>> <<set $slavePain.push(7)>> <<set $maxPain.push(7)>> <<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <<set $bondage_gag to "None">> <<set $achievementRequirement_meatRaw += 1>> <<set $achievementRequirement_certifiedOperator += 1>> Go to [[Part I]].

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 1 - Standing Forward Bend.jpg"></center> You get off the flip-flops and on the mat as the woman on the screen begins to describe the position. //It looks easy//, you think, seeing the instructor bending forward...then she begins rattling out a series of instructions and you realize that it only //looked// easy. First, the breathing. There was breathing everywhere: inhaling when raising the hands, exhaling when lowering them, inhaling when bending forward... at every step you either would inhale, exhale or keep your breath. Then there is the timing. Apparently you couldn't simply //move//, each and every movement requires a specific amounts of seconds invested into it. It probably is so to stop people from rushing it - but you know Master will actually enforce those restrictions, regardless on how arbitrary they look, so you have to time your movements too... and remember how many seconds you have for what movement, of course. And your memory is not //exactly// the best, or even good most of the times. ...how many times were you allowed to see the video again? The video paused. "Hope you understood, slave." says Master, grinning - and tapping the hilt of his cane. You bite your lips. Maybe you are overthinking it... [[Just do your best.|Sub_D01E02_Y1_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]] [[Do your best... to distract Master∼|Sub_D01E02_Y1_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]]

<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 2 - Downward Facing Dog.jpg"></center> You blink owlishly to the lithe woman bending on screen. How the //hell// are you supposed to do //this// while handcuffed? "Uuuh... Master?" His smirk does //things// for your fluttering stomach. "Yes, inmate?" "...how?" you ask. "Why, one step at a time." The video pauses and Master beams at you. "Do you need help?" he asks, twirling the cane menacingly. You shudder, but the flush on your face is //not// because of the frizzly air... [[Start moving.|Sub_D01E02_Y2_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]] [[Start 'moving'.|Sub_D01E02_Y2_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]]

<<switch $yogaTeases>> <<case 0>> Master inspects your movements with professionality as you slowly flow through the movements. His eyes wander on your body, checking details you know nothing about, occasionally guiding you with gentle taps of the cane. You finish the pose and Master nods at you, then grabs the remote and unpauses the video. <<case 1>> Master looks at you with attention, his eyes occasionally wandering along your <<if $waistsize == "waistSize_S">>lithe<<elseif $waistsize == "waistSize_L">>thicc<<else>>toned<</if>> body, but never openly lusting. He is acting professional... maybe too much so. You complete the pose<<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> with a gentle sway of your hips, on which your Master's eyes linger before he<<else>> and Master<</if>> continues the video. <<case 2>> Master is beginning to crack: his gaze is less professional and more oogling, and you notice how your nipples, strained against the fabric of your top, are getting a fair bit of his time. You try to look innocent as you look back, but you cannot truly hide the smugness in you. And you know that Master will wipe all of it out. His expression promises you such. <<case 3>> You are beyond 'cracking' Master's self-control, by now. More than a dignified warden checking out that his prisoner is not straying from the straight and narrow, your Master resembles more a hungry animal in front of a tasty meal. //And you want to be devoured.// You smile; he narrows his eyes into slits. //Yep,// you think, as Master makes the video start again, //I'm gonna get fucked∼" <<case 4>> His eyes, darkened in lust, skewers you on the spot. He has already lost control once; you know, looking at him, that he will snap again if you'll continue to be a little tease. It is up to you, truly: you can be the good girl and stay on the straight and narrow... or you can be the brat and make Master sport a tent, all the while knowing you'll soon pay for it. Decisions, decisions... While you think on what to do, Master unpauses the recording. <<case 5>> //I //may// have overdone with the teasing,// you think, watching Master prowl toward the tv. //Just a //teeny tiny bit//, perhaps.// It's not a single, final clue that tips you on this... even if the way Master has came up and close made you cream yourself... but the general feel of ''intensity'' that he's projecting: if before Master felt like a hungry animal, now you're faced with a force of nature - powerful, indomitable, inarrestable. And utterly focused //on you//. It is something that has already happened a few times... and each and every one lead to an incredible night of passion for you two. You rub your thighs discretely, hoping that your pants are not //too// wet. <<case 6>> After Master's proclaim, you know it outside of any doubt: you're fucked. And not in the happy, his-dick-inside-your-body way you'd prefer (or at least not only): your Master fully intends to take stripes out of your bottom in revenge of the teasing you've made him gone through, before having his sweet release //in// you. It is something you are anticipating quite a lot~ Yet, as your beloved warden tinkers with the tv once again, you wonder whenever you should stop here or double down... <<<default>> <</switch>>

<<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 3 - Half Forward Bend.jpg"></center> The new pose seems doable enough: it is similar to the very first you did, only with your back parallel to the ground. You're sure there is a lot of context and details that you're missing... and that Master probably knows, given his apparent knowledge of the lore of yoga. And wasn't that //weird//, to suddently find out about it? You have spent the last years with him, you should have known of this, expecially since Master is a gym nut and he has spent a lot of time ensuring the both of you are at the peak fitness - or 'the bare minimum for BDSM', as he instead calls it. Unless his interest in yoga is very recent... Mm. You need to think about this some more. For now, you've got to [[start moving|Sub_D01E02_Y3_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]]... or [[give a bit of a spectacle..|Sub_D01E02_Y3_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]] Decisions, decisions.

<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 4 - Garland Pose.jpg"></center> You stare wordlessly at the flexible woman on the screen. //...and I should do the same?// you think, fingers rubbing idly on your handcuffs. This yoga thingie may not be for you, after all. "Well?" You turn, and receive a lifted eyebrow from a fake-scowling Master. "What are you waiting for? Get going, inmate." You inwardly sigh and 'get going'. It's not as Master will allow you to hurt yourself... your pride, on the other hand, is at serious risk. But you're [[an obedient slave|Sub_D01E02_Y4_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]] and so you'll do as you're told... [[if perhaps with a little twist of your own.|Sub_D01E02_Y4_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]]

<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 5 - Cobbler Pose.jpg"></center> Past you would have been //singularly// unimpressed with the position on screen. Present you instead, wiser and more knowledgeable, suspects something is afoot. No way it would be as easy as it looks. No. Fucking. Way. You are in front of the same choice of before: to [[do your best at the best of your abilities|Sub_D01E02_Y5_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]], or [[spice things up a bit.|Sub_D01E02_Y5_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]]

<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 6 - Seated Forward Bend.jpg"></center> The pose seems simple, a variation of the previous one. Obviously you are wary, for your Master is wily and cunning and yoga far from easy. Yet you know you have no choice: you [[must follow the instructions|Sub_D01E02_Y6_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]] to the letter, without [[adding anything more|Sub_D01E02_Y6_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]].

<<include "Sub_D01E02_TeaseReaction">> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 7 - Happy Baby Pose.jpg"></center> The deadpan gaze you gift to the frozen screen tells volumes about your opinion of the position you are supposed to assume. "Is that even a yoga pose?" you ask. "But of course." Master says, cheerful. "Just try it." ...sometimes there were disadvantages in the whole slavery thingie. Yet the rest more than compensated for it. So, with a heavy sigh, you swallow your insufferance and [[try this absurdity|Sub_D01E02_Y7_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to false]], no matter how much you'd like to try [[something different and far more devious instead...|Sub_D01E02_Y7_Act][$lastPoseIsTease to true, $yogaTeases +=1]]

<<if $yogaTeases == 0>> /* i.e. no punishment */ "And we're finished here." Master's proclamation makes you sigh in relief. You abandon the silly pose with relish and lay on the mat, tired but altogether happy. "Come now, it wasn't that bad." says Master, walking toward you. He stops with his foot right about your head and looks down, a small smile curving his lips upward. "Or was it?" You mock-glare at him, then make your handcuff chime. "Doing all those strange poses with //these// on?" you sarcastically ask. "Nooo, Master, whyever would it be a pain in the ass?" Instead of reprimending or punishing you for your cheek, Master smirks. "Oh, you just need a bit of practice. Don't worry, I'll give you plenty." You blink. "...what." Ignoring you, he bends down and lifts you on your feet, then unlocks your cuffs and starts bringing your arms behind your back. "For now, a shower is needed." He jokingly sniffs, then adds: "You kinda stink, inmate," "Wait a minute..." Your cuffs are locked once again behind you and he grabs your arm. "Master, what is this talk of 'practice'?" you exclaim, looking at him with worry. "You don't want to do this again, don't you!?" Master grins and [[leads you back inside,|Sub_D01E02_Shower]] but doesn't answer to your questions. <<else>> /* i.e. must be punished - beginning*/ In the end, you suppose it simply is inevitable. You //have// been teasing Master a<<if $yogaTeases >=4>>n awful<</if>> lot during your yoga practice. Retaliation is not merely expected, it's the whole point of your shameless display. And it turned out to be as delicious as you expected∼ It begins as he approaches you from the back, putting his feet squarely at each side of your head and looking down at you, imperiously. It is a position of absolute dominance it makes you //squirm// deliciously. "You've been teasing your warden for all the time, inmate." Master declares in a low rumble. "Oh?" You feign ignorance in spite of your flushed cheeks... nevermind that the crotch of your pants is //soaked// with your arousal. "And what are you going to do about it, Master?" His predatory smirk makes your heart beat faster. "This," he says, and with a single hand he grabs the connecting chain of your handcuffs and leg irons. Then he //pulls//. You yelp as your arms and legs are pushed in a heap upward, almost unbalancing - then his boot falls on the chains and you're suddently pinned helplessly, your limbs useless, your crotch on full display. Your face burns and you peer at Master with sudden shyness. "Ooops?" Master's unamused face glowers. "Tell that later, inmate." Your pants are swiftly and uncerimoniously pulled near your ankles, then [[Master takes something out of his pocket.|Sub_D01E02_Punishment]] <<set $typeSexAct.push( "punishment_D01E02" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $slaveMaxPain to $yogaTeases>> <</if>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <</if>>

<<silently>> <<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "wallShackled">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <<set $bondage_wrist to "shackled">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "shackled">> <<set $bondage_gag to "panelGag">> <<set $clothes to "None">> <</silently>> Master guides you back inside, always careful that you never have any opportunity to 'escape' for the brief seconds he is distracted closing the door to the courtyard, then marches you along the hallway. You are surprised when you reach your cell... and are guided beyond it. At your questioning glance, Master smirks. "Inmate, this is a serious prison." he claims - to which you huff: serious //your ass!// "As such, a certain level of sanitation is not only required, but imposed as well." "...which means?" you ask. "Which means I'm bringing you to the washing area." 'The washing area', turns out, is one of the cells nearest to the intake area: a 3mx4m cubicle refurnished by taking away both the bed and the sink-toilet unit, and putting in their place a drain in the middle of the tiled floor and a metal shelf with many cleaning products. You can see a few anchor points, surely to better secure you in place, but no screen for you to hide behind. Inmates do not have any privacy. One thing however is glaringly missing. "Uuh, Master?" You look at him, confused. "Where is the showerhead?" "Showerhead?" He tilts his head, feigning confusion - as if his little smirk didn't give the game away. "And why would you need a showerhead, inmate?" "To shower myself?" you deadpan. He laughs, causing you to huff, then frog-marches you to the wall opposite the door. "Showers are for //people//, inmate." he explains, pushing you until your back is against the wall. "And you don't have any. Remember?" He kneels and locks your leg irons to a ring embedded in the floor between your legs, then pushes your pants down. One at time, Master unlocks your ankle cuffs and immediately relocks them on the same ankle, but above the crumpled pants, thus removing them without ever letting you be free. Then he throw the bottom uniform in a corner of the room, forces you to make a step away from the wall and frees your handcuffs from the waist chain. Any hope of having your hands free is quickly and predictably squashed: your wrists are once again shackled wildly apart, secured to opposite walls. A panel gag is then bought to your mouth, which you open obediently, swallowing the plastic insert on the inside face. Its straps are quickly wrapped around your head and buckled snugly. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>> Once again Master unlocks your chastity belt, leaving your drenched pussy to enjoy fresh air... for as long as it will last. <<else>> You are //really// surprised when Master unlocks your chastity belt. It is the first time your pussy has been free from its prison, and you cannot but enjoy it... even if you can't do anything about it - or //with// it.<</if>> After having finished tying you up, Master gives a last check to your naked and displayed body. Finding nothing wrong, he nods once and cups your tits with his hands. You moan<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>> like a whore<</if>>, unable to resist, and he chuckles, amused, as he squeezes and kneads your flesh. You moan again when he let them go, this time in disappointment<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>> - the ruined orgasm Master gave you before did //nothing// to quell your arousal<</if>>. Master hower is already going back to the shelf, ignoring you. He puts a hand behind the metal scaffolding... and pulls it back with a garden hose gripped in his fingers. You blink. "...goh." you mumble through your gag. He smiles. "[[Close your eyes|Sub_D01E02_Washed]], inmate∼" "Uhm... ean ae eaak aeoue ehih?" you try. Master grins.

It was not everyday that Sophie got summoned. In fact, most people knowing her would be surprised that there are some who actively try to boss her around, and even more surprised learning that the stern nurse let them do it. It wasn't because of a long-buried submissive streak hidden away years ago, as some unfortunate fools had postulated - before being put back into their places. No, it was just that those privileged few were fixated enough (and obnoxious enough) that relenting was usually the right (and less painful) path. Alice, with her passions for piercings and ink, was one of those individuals. "Ah, Sophie, good, good. Come! We're brainstorming tattoos." "...what." she said. Alice merely waved at her, and she closed the door behind her. The room was an art studio... if one geared toward 'the ancient and most noble art of body decoration', to quote the mural on the wall in front of her. The one of her right was full of photographs, sketches and other images of men and women with few clothes, much skin - and lots and lots of ink. At her left side were close-ups of body parts, from noses to lips to //pussy// lips to cocks, each and every one showing in exquisite details a different piercing or piercing set. She closed the door behind her and distractedly nodded at the people filling the studio, before her attention returned toward Alice. "Our pioneer in slavery here wants to give his sweet slave a tattoo. Something big, catchy, visible, that screams 'that is a slave!'." Alice's arms rose to emphatize the idea. "However his ideas are..." "Poor?" and nodded at her former apprentice in greetings.

<<set $bondage_wrist to "handcuffs">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "inFront">> You are lead to the yoga mat in the center of the courtyard, then Master releases you from handcuffs and waist chain... and cuffs your wrists again, this time in front of you. He smiles and shrugs off the quizzical look you give him. "Stay here." he orders, and walks back inside the prison complex. <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "forestAmbience" volume 0.5 play loop>><</if>> //...does he want to leave me alone?// you wonder, perplexed. The answer is no: after a few minutes he returns with a small wheeled table with a few impact toys (you perk up) and an old tv on it, which he then pushes against a wall. Master then tinkers with an even older VHS reader (where the hell has he found it such an ancient artifact?!) and erupts in jubilation as the tv switches on, then turns toward you. And laughs, the jerk. Apparently your face is //that// funny. "Don't pout, inmate." he snickers. "I'm not pouting." you ==pout== protest, huffing. He laughs again, and you wish you had a pair of sturdy boots instead of those flip-flops: then you'd be able to kick him in his arse, as he rightfully deserves! "Sure you aren't." he chuckles, salting your injured pride. Ignoring the thunders shot from your eyes, Master grabs the remote and fiddles with it until the video on the tv reaches the time he desires, then pauses it and turned to you. "For your hour of fresh air, inmate, you are tasked with yoga." he explains. "You will execute the forms illustrated in the video instructions, which I will rewind if needed, so to keep your body fit for my purposes - and your mind off prurient thoughs." He winkles, the bastard, and you resist the thought of giving him the middle finger... even as your pussy twitches again, now that Master has //kindly// reminded you of its predicament. "If you slack off, I will //encourage// you-" He lifts a cane from the table to show what kind of 'encouragement' you can expect. "-until you will show proper diligence in your duties. This activity is considered leisure time, therefore a privilege that can - //and will// - be removed if you are proven to be unworthy of it. Is it all clear, inmate?" You expected to be 'forced' to do some kind of physical exercise, partly because Master is an exercise nut and partly because being limber and fit is only logical when you do BDSM on the regular. Admittely you have thought more about stretching than yoga, expecially since you never did the latter, but on the overall it makes sense. One thing is bugging you, though. You raise your //cuffed// hands. "And these?" you ask, making the chain chime. Master smiles. "Oh, these stay on. You will be kept cuffed and shackled at all times when outside, prisoner: be thankfull you've got no transport chain, since we are in a secure location." You try to think on how you could have done yoga with your hands trapped at your waist and end up with a blank. "Ready? Good, then [[begin|Sub_D01E02_Y1_Show]]." <<set $lastPoseIsTease to false>> <<set $yogaTeases to 0>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 1 - Standing Forward Bend.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> //Master cannot realize the flaws in my pose if he's too busy oogling me//, is your flawless masterplan. What ever could go wrong? You raise your hands upward... having care to trap your tits between your arms, so to push them forward. You cannot look at Master because the pose requires you to stare at your thumbs (why the thumbs specifically?), but you //feel// the crisp air of the morning becoming hotter for his gaze and you hide a smile. Maybe this yoga session will not be a disaster, after all... The instructions call for you to lower your arms slowly and do something fancy with your breathing. You follow them... more or less... and you exploit the new position to throw a surreptituous glance at Master. His eyes are glued to your tits, and the nipples that you feel straining against the fabric of your uniform - then he looks at //you//. Immediately you turn away, focusing on your thumbs as you should have, but you both know that you've been busted and your cheeks redden. You don't smile, but your lips want to. Following the instructions, you bend down and let your cuffed hands and gaze fall to the floor - well, the latter: you're flexible, you're not //that// flexible. Not yet, at least. But maybe things will cha- "Bend more." You //don't// jump... but it's a close thing. Somehow Master managed to cover the space formerly between you two in perfect silence, and you realized only when the tip of his cane tapped on your forearm. Scary. ...and exciting. You bend more and the cane taps with insistence. "More." Master repeats. You obey, feeling the burns of your muscles, and manage to touch the tips of your toes... barely. "Good. Can you put your hands flat on the ground?" "Uhm..." You squint at your toes as if they have the answer and are not giving it. "...maybe?" The cane draws a line across her cheek, making you shiver. "Do try." he whispers. You grit your teeth, then try. Your fingers slowly walks away from your toes, then they begin to flatten on the floor... then, with a huff, your palms touch the ground. Master hums. "Passable. Now bring your weight more toward the balls of your feet and let your head hang." You blink, nonplussed, and almost turn your head to give him a confused glance. ...Master knows yoga? Since when? The cane taps your arms, making you hiss.. "//Now//, inmate." You [[obey|Sub_D01E02_Y2_Show]]. After a couple of minutes, Master instruct you into the proper breathing and muscle contracting needed to get off this awkward pose... and you quietly burn in questions. <<else>> You decide to keep it simple and obey without 'creative' reinterpretations of the order. Following the instructions, you inhale slowly and raise your hands upward with your palm joined as if in prayer. Head lifted toward the sky, you keep track of the seconds as you straighten your spine and plant your naked feet on the mat. ...so far so good. You exhale carefully while lowering your arms in front of you - you keep your back straight - now you lower your still joined hands until they touch the knee - you bend down and bend the knees a little bit - and you touch your toes. Barely. But you do it! The cane springs out of nothing to touch your arms - gently. "Can you put your hands flat on the ground?" ask Master, ignoring your startled yelp. "Uhm... not sure." You try to bend your back a bit more, and you can, but now it begins to burn a bit. "Close enough, for now." he says. "Now bring your weight more toward the balls of your feet and let your head hang." ...Master knows yoga? Since when? The cane taps your arms, not so gently this time. "Prisoner..." You [[obey|Sub_D01E02_Y2_Show]]. After a couple of minutes, Master instruct you into the proper breathing and muscle contracting needed to get off this awkward pose... and you quietly burn in questions. <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 2 - Downward Facing Dog.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> You slowly lower yourself on your knees, then look Master into his eyes and go on all fours. You can see his eyes close in pinpricks, his smoldering gaze fixed on your display of submission... and his pants becoming tigher around his crotch. You smile - //inside//, when Master cannot see and punish your brattiness. You widen your stance with sensual movements and, with the pretense of curling your toes under you, shake your ass as much as the excuse allows it. He follows its curve, then he narrows his eyes in a stern look... and damn, you're smiling. Oh well. You lift your hip with a verve, 'accidentally' thrusting your bum upward, then arch your spine to better present it - and the cane smacks it, freezing you in instinctive obedience and surprise: you haven't seen him arrive! "Straighten your spine, lock your knees." he barks. You obey and feel a tension disappear in your body; the new pose is far more relaxing that the exaggerated one you have done. His cane taps your calves and he orders you to "put your heels on the ground," which you do, then he proceedes to return you to the pose you should have reached with carefully worded instructions and sharp stings from his cane. The same cane that he pushes under your chin and lifts up, forcing you to look at him with a shiver of deligthted excitation. "You're playing with fire." [[he warns|Sub_D01E02_Y3_Show]], his voice a low rumble. The only thing in your mind is: //Yes, but what wonderful heat.// <<else>> You go on all fours, widening your hands as much as the chain allows it, then tuck your toes. Now you should lift your hips and straighten your legs, using your arms as support and leverage... and trusting that the handcuffs will not be an obstacle or make her fall. Well. Master is at your side. At most you'll get a scare. Slowly you do as the yoga instructor showed and //push// until you feel your knees lock and your thighs bear the main load. You don't truly remember how you should move your arms and legs to make this pose a //resting// position, as the teacher on screen has said, but you do what seems best and Master corrects the rest with small taps of the cane and a polite word or two. Last you push backward so to lay your heels on the floor, making the weight land on them. ...uh. It //is// a resting position. [[How strange...|Sub_D01E02_Y3_Show]] <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 3 - Half Forward Bend.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> Deciding for something more 'spicy' than yoga, you once again lift your arm upwards. The instructions call for your body to be straight as a candle, so to stretch your spine and get all kinds of benefits that have gone inside one ear and out the other one. You may have 'accidentally' flubbed that part, as you push your ass backward and your tits toward Master. And he has noticed. Oh if he has noticed. But you don't give him time to oogle you further: instead you 'dutifully' continue following the instructions and bring your arms toward your front, thus hiding the perky points of your erect nipples, then downward. Again you reach for your toes, ass //accidentally// wiggling as you 'struggle' in finding balance, then you draw your head backward. <<if $yogaTeases >= 2> And almost fall. In front of you is not a passive observer quietly simmering behind his self-imposed role, but a lion ready to pounce and devour you whole. Many times since Master first put you in your transport chains and bundled you in this prison you have felt the strict control you crave, but //never// have you felt more exposed and at risk of being put in your place, //harshly//. The thought is [[making you cream yourself|Sub_D01E02_Y4_Show]]... You quickly hurry through the rest of the pose, bringing your back parallel - and your ass sticking out.<<else>>And almost grin. Far from being the impassible warden of before, the one in front of you is a //man//: a lusty, needy man hungry for female flesh, of which you are the first and most accessible sample available. And with your current state of helplessness, you both know that you're in no position of resisting him, in the unlikely case of your wet, warm and eager pussy getting a case of cold feet. You smile invitingly, almost grin as he tenses, then [[finish the pose|Sub_D01E02_Y4_Show]]. <</if>> <<else>> /* $lastPoseIsTease is false */ You return to the first pose - arms raised upward, eyes at the thumbs, spine straight. Then you exhale, bring your arms down, down, down... until you are ready to bend and push toward your toes... then slowly you crawl your hands forward until your back is as horizontal as you can make it without falling from your //precarious// perch. But you have no fear, because Master is with you. "Steady," he says, with a hand on your hip and the sudden rush of heat that flows at the contact. "Steady... yoga is not about doing quickly, is about doing it //right//." And then the words that makes you flush in desire: <<center>"//Good girl.//"</center> You swallow [[and finish the pose,|Sub_D01E02_Y4_Show]] feeling rather warm. The morning is getting hot! <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 4 - Garland Pose.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> The strange squat would require you to bring your hands in prayer on your chest. //Your// version is a lot less pious-looking that what the instructor did: your palms may meet somewhere in front of your torso, but this is mostly an excuse to bring your forearms under your <<switch $breastSize>><<case "breastSize_B">>slim<<<case "breastSize_C">>perky<<case "breastSize_D">>full<<case "breastSize_DD">>big<<case "breastSize_G">>enormous<</switch>> tits and push them upward... straight into Master's field of view. It works. //Oh// if it works! Your Master //growls// as you squat, your red face flushing even more entirely //not// for the exercise... and his pants now sport a tent you'd like nothing more than unzip open and deflate the //nice// way. Unfortunately you're still pretending that you're doing yoga, so you instead pointedly looks at his erection and lick your lips... His self-control ''snaps''. Master reaches you with large strides and grabs you by an arm, pulling you on your feet. "You are testing my patience, slave." he slowly says, eyes smouldering in lust. "I suggest you stop, least I take you here and now." With your heart gallopping fast in your throat, you nod minutely. Master gives you another intense look, then abruptly releases you and marches to the tv. //...wow,// is all you can think. "[[Next pose.|Sub_D01E02_Y5_Show]]" Master rumbles. <<else>> You stand on the mat, feet apart as much as the leg irons permit it and hands joined as if in prayer. You take a deep breath, steel yourself and start squatting. And things begin to get complicated. While on the outside this //apparently// simple pose looked a mere squat, in truth there were a thousand and one details that the yoga instructor described: the toes that are naturally pushed outside, but must not go //too much// apart; the feet who must end up parallel to each other; the arms that must stay inside the knees; the thumb that must sit on the sternum, between your breasts; your spine which must be straight; your shoulders that must be relaxed... And you fuck up. It was only natural. //Who the hell can remember all those things in one go?!// Apparently Master could, and was not shy in informing you of the fact: seeing the disaster you have made out of this yoga pose, he takes matters in his own hands and forces you to start from the beginning, repositioning your limbs as you go again with gentle taps of the cane - and the occasional sting, too. In little to no time you're squatting in a perfect Garland Pose, breathing regularly, keeping yourself steady. To your surprise, your tensed hamstrings do not clash against the unyielding metal of the leg irons; maybe Master deliberately set them loose around your ankles? "Good. Now //slowly// straigthen your legs and return to the resting positon." he commands. Useless to say, your compliance is eager: that silly squat was ''not'' easy on your legs. Still, now it is over... "Excellent." Master smiles at you, as you do at him. "Repeat it other five times." Your smile slides off your face. [[Wut.|Sub_D01E02_Y5_Show]] The cane hits your thigh and tears a hiss out of you. "//Now//, inmate!" Master barks. <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 5 - Cobbler Pose.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> You have no idea what devilish trap is hidden in this apparently simple pose. You don't care. This time you'll do it //your// way. You demurely look down and kneel on the mat with grace and submissiveness. Your eyes don't seek Master out, but you can hear his breathing change and know you have his attention. //Good.// You slide your ass to the side of your legs, posing for a brief moment as a mermaid on a reef, then you lift your feet in the air and keep them there, steady and immobile, like a gimnast, before straightening your legs and lowering them to the ground. It is the weirdest way in which you ever sat on your bum, but it has served its purpose: that of displaying your body perfectly and reminding Master of those curves to which his eyes are now glued on. How do you know that he's looking at you even while keeping your eyes downward? Easy: //he is growling//. Maybe you have teased him a bit too much... You have the sudden feeling of being an appetizer dangling in front of a wolf. You ignore it and twist your feet, arranging their outer sides flat on the ground, then pull them at you as you bend the knees. The result is you spreading yourself like a flower, until your heels are against your crotch. Last, but not least, you grab your feet with your hands - having care to frame your tits quite nicely with your arms in the process. A shadow falls over you. You lift your head - and Master grabs your chin "You..." he rumbles, "...are an //insufferable// tease." Finding suddently without air, [[you inhale and nod|Sub_D01E02_Y6_Show]]. ...he's going to throw you on the ground and ravish you. //And you're going to enjoy it!// <<else>> You kneel on your mat, then stretch your legs out in front of you. Technically you should have simply sat, but the leg irons prevented it: it is, ironically, the first time they significantly constrict your movements during the exercises. As always, Master has chosen well and with care. Now that you're starting as the instructor, did, you bend your knees and bring your feet toward you, legs bent and spread on either side. You continue until your heels are against your shielded crotch, then grabs your feet and straighten your back. And... ... "...huh. And that's it?" "What, you expected something more?" asks Master. "Weeeeell..." You purse your lips. "...between the contorsions in cuffs, the improbable breathing, and all those tiny, weird details in the posture... yes?" He snorts and rolls his eyes, luckly not offended. "Weird details?" He repeats. "Truly?" "Oi! The first position was a //nightmare!//" "Poor, poor inmate, forced to learn something new." Master sing-songs. "Come on, let's [[continue|Sub_D01E02_Y6_Show]]." <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 6 - Seated Forward Bend.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> The new pose starts from the same seated position of the previous one... and you just know that Master will snap and fuck you in place if you do the same trick with your legs. So this time you sit without fussing and look at Master. He is looking back at you. He bears a quiet scowl - //of course// he knows something is brewing in your pretty head - and is laser-focused on you. As you want. Slowly you bend... backward. Under Master's darkening eyes, you push your elbows backward as if to stretch out - and act surprised as the handcuffs stops you from pushing your arms behind. Then you stretch your arms //upward//, displaying your tits for Master to see... and then, only then, you grab the bottom of your feet as the pose required. Your eyes rise to search for his reaction... ...wait, where is Master? Two hands suddently grabs you by your hips, shaving off ten years of your life. "You need to bend over some more, inmate." whispers Master in your ear, and pushes you. You gulp - the double-entree is really //not// subtle - and try for something casual. "You only need to say the word, Master∼" He snorts at what passes for 'casual'; it's a dark, low sound that makes your stomach flutter. "I don't need to //ask//, inmate, not anymore. Remember?" You shiver. Oh, [[you|Sub_D01E02_Y7_Show]] //[[do|Sub_D01E02_Y7_Show]]//. <<else>> "I think I am getting the hang of this yoga thing." you say. It's not even a lie: this pose has been really simple. You simply had to sit on the floor, like before, and grabs the bottom of your feet. Mind you, you haven't //the foggiest idea// of what this position is supposed to improve, but you suppose there must be //some// benefits. Maybe it straighten the spine? Who knows. "Good." says Master. "It will become a staple of your routine, among other things." "Oh?" You try feigning innocence - here is an excellent opportunity for getting some first-hand spoilers. "Like what, Master?" Master snorts. "You'll find out, inmate. In due time..." Drat. [[Foiled again.|Sub_D01E02_Y7_Show]] <</if>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 01/Yoga/Yoga 7 - Happy Baby Pose.jpg"></center> <<if $lastPoseIsTease is true>> Alright, you //may// have lied about trying the yoga pose. Just a tiny bit, nothing much. You're sure that Master wouldn't mind. "//Inmate.//" Much. You tear away your eyes from your feet to give Master an innocent look, batting your eyelids for added effect. "Yes, Master∼?" He rumbles like a puma ready to charge, low and dangerous, and you feel a delicious tingle go down your spine. Then again, what else could you expect? You have basically lifted your crotch upward and offered it to Master, daring him to take it - and //[[you|Sub_D01E02_YogaAftermath]]//. <<else>> You frown, then shrug and try it. Not like you have any other choices, after all. You lie on your back, then bend the knees until your legs are over your chest. Last, you grab your toes. And... You blink. No, actually, that is it. "Almost, but not quite." says Master, interrupting your inner monologue. "First, use your index and middle finger to grab your toes from upward, like hooks." You move aside the chain of the leg irons, which is in the way, and do so. "Alright, now relax your hips and let your knees come closer to your chest. You follow the instructions, and suddently the pose trasfigures into something else: now your body is relaxed, the posture atteined without struggle, "...this feels nice." you admit, wiggling your toes. Master humms. "It stretches the back and the hamstrings." he explains. "Not something that happens a lot if you spend your day at home or in an office." You nod and wiggle on the spot, basking in the Happy Baby Pose. ...it is a silly pose, [[but a nice one.|Sub_D01E02_YogaAftermath]] <</if>>

<center> <<fadein 2s 2s>> ! Epilogue I <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 5s>> !! one year later <</fadein>> <<timed 14s>> <<goto "Epilogue 1 pt1">><</timed>> </center> <<set $currentPhase to 1001>>

"I want to die." mumbled Abigail. He cleared his throath and tried to sound convincing. "Don't you think you're being melodrammatic?" His sister lifted her face from the pillow she was using to kill herself and glared at him. "Johnatan, we just watched mum getting //sodomized//, //whipped// and //treated like a piece of shit// by dad, ''on screen''." "And cumming a lot from it." added Johnatan closed his eyes. Predictably Abigail whipped her head the opposite way and fulgurated Marcus with a ferocious look. "What?" the poor, clueless idiot said. "You saw it, she squirted all over-" With a screetch of rage, Abigail threw herself at their youngest brother and tried her best to choke the life out of it. Grumbling nonsensically, Johnatan rose to stop them. ---- "Do you feel like acting like the adults we all should be?" asked Johnatan, tiredly. "Yes." "...yes." He peered at them. Both of his younger siblings were sitting on the sofa again, //properly//, and were not trying to murder each other. They were sulking, and knowing them both they would be snippy for the rest of the week, but at least the bullshit was at a minimum. ...he could take it. "Good. Now." ...now what.

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The cashier passes the object on the sensor. It beeps. You can see that she is bored, tired and is only waiting for the day to end, to collapse on a sofa or a bed and rest. You //don't// envy her, but can do little except hoping she has something or someone at home to keep her going. The last item is scanned and the cashier drones the total in a monotone voice. The one in front of her pays, takes his groceries and leaves. You start putting yours on the counter. The cashier briefly looks at you, bored. Then she glances again. You do your best to eye-smile at her. You see her eyes linger on the medical mask hiding the lower part of your face, then the puffy scarf around your neck, then quickly on the overcoat covering much of your body. It is not the strangest attire she has seen, probably: the COVID epidemic of a few years ago has left scars on the people, it is not //that// inusual to see people in medical masks or keeping at a set distance from other people. You are however a bit different from the norm, and endure the attention with grace. The woman tells you how much to pay. You do so. Five minutes later, you're putting the shopping bags in the car trunk and driving home. Traffic is a non-entity and you reach destination quickly, but don't get out of the car. Instead you message Master and informs him that you're home. A few seconds later you feel a //click// downward and can remove the belt (harness, truly) keeping you pinned on the car seat. You trudge on the path with the bags in hand, you open the door, you push the bags on the floor... and close the door again. After all, doors are for people, and you... you are [[a slave.|Epilogue 1 pt2]]

You walk in the garden, arriving at the back of the house. There too is a door, one with a pet door. You take off the wig on your head, then the scarf and the coat - revealing the metal around and through your naked body for a scant few moments -, then put the clothes in what looks like a mailing slot aside the door. You'll find your disguise next time you need to go out, but you don't need it now. You crawl through the pet door. A strong light is switched on automatically, the RFID tag inside your chastity belt (or body? You don't know) informing the house automation system that ''Item $slaveID'' is nearby. You blink your eyes rapidly, but don't bother waiting for them to acclimatize to the lights - you're on a timer now, from the moment the pet door locked behind you. Instead you move blindly, stretching your hands on your left and reaching for the next tool. Your fingers touch metal. You work quickly. The thick cuffs are locked on your wrists, then you search for a metal pole jutting from the cramped space. You find it, partly thanks to your returning sight, and kneel in front of it before pushing your neck against the connectors at its end. It locks on the ring of your collar, locking you in position, and you then push your hands in the grip of the spindly contraption nearby. Realizing that all connectors are mated, the automated machine bends your arms behind your back, then push upward until your wrists are near your neck... and then, with a final push, your cuffs are locked on your collar in a tight reverse prayer. You smile. Now that your eyes works properly, you can see the dildo coming for your mouth. You open your lips, knowing of the shocks that would devastate your neck, nipples and pussy should you resist, and patiently wait as the silicone prod is pushed deeply inside you. The worst part is the connector with your tongue piercing: your organ is already locked on the floor of your mouth by the piercing spearing it, so when the base of the dildo connects to your tongue it is the whole mouth who is tossed around. Regardless, it is not up to you how you are gagged. The straps are quickly buckled against your bald head, then [[locked|Epilogue 1 pt3]].

Your collar is released from the contraption, but a length of chains remains. It teethers you to what the unaware eye would confound for a skirting board, but is actually a rail that forces you to move along pre-determined paths: your chain connects to a small ball inside the 'skirting board', which you can slide up and down the rail to move around. This allows you to be always leashed... and always controlled. At the same time you hear a //beep// from your collar - the signal that crawling is now enforced by electrical shocks. There is still another thing you need to do before the other pet door is unlocked, allowing entry in the house proper, and you act promptly to avoid the 'correction' that the house system would enforce in case of your tardiness: sitting with your naked ass on the floor, you present your ankles to the machine below so that they could be cuffed and shackled. Curiously, the metal heels locked around your feet are not released. Filing the incongruous behaviour for later (it is probably Master's idea), you get on your knee and [[crawl out|Epilogue 1 pt4]] of your 'dressing room'.

You get out of what looks like a closet from the outside. Its door closes automatically behind you, and you scamper to the entryway on the front of the house, forcibly moving along the walls. There you see the grocery bags, which you have laid on the floor not so long ago. What could have been done in seconds have you been free, is made a tiresome task by the bondage you are subjected to. You cannot travel directly to the kitchen, which is very close to the entry door, but are forced to squat along the walls of about half the house. You can drag only one bag at time, with your arms tied this way, and keeping things inside it is a chore. And you are forced to crawl, under pain from the electrical contacts you feel against your neck. And yet, if not for the gag covering your face, your smile would light the house by itself. You finally succeed in dragging all the groceries to the kitchen and boops a hidden button with your noise. A loud //clang// echoes: the entry points of the kitchen's rail are now closed, trapping you inside the room, but you are also allowed to stand. You do so, then open the fridge and start putting the perishables inside. It takes time and effort, with your sweaty skin shivering each time you come close to the cold appliance. You finish, then close the fridge and start opening cupboards and drawers. Such a simple task is a challenge of dexterity and contorsionism for you: putting your fingers, trapped behind your neck, around a handle is a tiresome proof of the gruesome physical exercise you're subjected to each day. When your hands cannot reach you are forced to use your nose, elbows, knees or even feet. In the end, you succeed and boop the button again. Your collar [[beeps|Epilogue 1 pt5]], making you smile. You have put away the groceries. Now it's your turn.

You open a cupboard that you haven't touched before. The sturdy slate on its bottom slides out, moved on its rail by the house system, revealing your storage place in all of its glory: a metal box perforated with a hundred tiny holes, enough to bring air and light inside it, not enough to let you see outward. It is the same device in which Master stored you at the beginning of your quest. You work the latch open with your mouth. It is difficult: the mechanism is extremely simple to open and close, no more that a scant few seconds with free hands... but you are not free, aren't you? Still, you work it out and carefully lift the lid open, making it lay vertically against the kitchen counter. It will not fall by itself. Inside you see the implements of your next bondage: a plastic cock jutting out where your head will be, another on the opposite side, a metal contraption anchored on the floor, and plentiful of electromagnet to keep you pinned. You smile around the dick in your mouth and carefully lower yourself inside the box. You seek the machine on the floor, aligning your collar with it, and something inside it slides out and grabs you by your collar ring. Dark connectors move around the join, leashing you to the box and undoing the connection to your rails; you won't move out of your storage area, they are not needed. Something approaches your gag and manipulates it //just so//, causing a nasty jolt in your whole mouth, then the dildo is pulled out - for an inches or two before stopping cold, arrested by the piercing shackling it to your tongue, and your tongue to the floor of your mouth. Your whimper of pain is ignored by the machine, which brings two spindly arms inside your mouth and releases your tongue piercing from its silicone warden: now the dildo can finally leave your mouth, leaving only the panel and ring part of your gag to keep you honest. And your collar, of course. A //beep// from your neck reminds you of the perils of idleness. Ignoring the eyewatering pain like a good slave should, you strain your neck at the maximum extent of your new leash and bring your mouth around the dildo installed in your box. A new //beep// sounds; while technically no physical bonds forces the intruder inside you, your electronical warden can detect if you are not deepthroating it and punish you. You have no wish to be subjected to the non-existant mercy of the house system's programming. Instead, you manouver your body until your ass is aligned with the dildo at your back and slowly push back, ensuring that its tip is beyond the rim of your chastity belt. Now it will slide right inside your ass, instead of clashing on your crotch shield. Only one thing remains before you're put in your place: [[to bind your limbs.|Epilogue 1 pt6]]

<<silently>> /* ========== Automatic meter bar updater ========== */ <<if $storyMode is "DifficultyHard">> <<set $Config.history.maxStates to 1>> <</if>> <<if $requiresMeterBar is true>> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_act", "sex_predicament", "sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_pony", "sex_pet")>> <<set _painValue to ($slavePain/$slaveMaxPain)>> <<if _painValue >= 1>> <<set _painValue to 1>> <</if>> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourPain" _painValue>> <</if>> <<if tags().includes("sex_predicament")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPredicament[$indexPredicament] / $maxFatigue_predicament[$indexPredicament]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _effortValue to ($slaveEffort / $maxFatigue_exercise[$indexExercise]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _effortValue to ($slaveEffort / $maxFatigue_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _effortValue to ($slaveEffort / $maxFatigue_bj[$indexBj]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countAnal[$indexAnal] / $maxFatigue_anal[$indexAnal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countVaginal[$indexVaginal] / $maxFatigue_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_PE")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPE[$indexPE] / $maxFatigue_PE[$indexPE]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPony[$indexPpny] / $maxFatigue_pony[$indexPony]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPet[$indexPet] / $maxFatigue_pet[$indexPet]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <</if>> /* YourArousal updater */ <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal_pony[$indexPony]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal_pet[$indexPet]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <</if>> /* MasterArousal updater */ <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_bj[$indexBj]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_PE")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_PE[$indexPE]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <</if>> <</if>> /* End meter updater */ /* Automatically sets achievements as accomplished when the requirements are met.*/ <<for _achievement range setup.allAchievements>> <<if $achievementRequirements[_achievement.id] is _achievement.n>> <<set _flag to "ChrysalisAchievement_" + _achievement.id>> <<run memorize(_flag, true)>> <<achieved _achievement.id>> <</if>> <</for>> <</silently>>

!! One-handed Navigation - details <ul> <li>For pages of the story that have just a single option: <ul> <li>You can press the right arrow key to proceed with that 'choice'.</li> <li>You can press the '1' key to proceed.</li> </ul> </li> <li>For pages with multiple options: <ul> <li>There will be a small number to the right of the link ( Example[1] )</li> <li>You can then select any of the options by pressing the corresponding number.</li> <li>If you want to randomly select any of the options displayed, you can press '.' or 'r' or '`' (back quote) </li> <li>(If there are too many options on the page, number selection is disabled)</li> </ul> </li> <li>For either of these, or with standard navigation, you can press the left arrow to go back. (Like you need to do now to get back to whichever page you just came from)</li> </ul> <> The code for this fantastic invention belongs to ''HiEv'', who created many interesting scripts for Twine that simplify things a lot and make the experience of an interactive novel really fantastic. <>

!! Changelog * //v. 0.0// > ''Content:'' Prologue, full part. > ''Code:'' Support code for achievements, time management, and various future in-game events. * //v. 0.1// > ''Content:'' No progress on the main story. One //The Making of - Files// made available for those with the correct achievement. > ''Code:'' Retooling of the code for many variables in such a way to (hopefully) ensure retrocompatibility of old save files ''from this version onward'' (i.e.: a save file of v. 0.1 or greater should be accepted by any later versions). * //v. 1.0// (in beta version) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until 8 am. > ''Code:'' Achievement list available for perusal, //The Making of Files// available depending on achievement obtained. * //v. 1.1// (in writing) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until 12 am. > ''Code:'' Hopefully nothing new. * //v. 1.2// (in writing) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until 16 pm. > ''Code:'' Hopefully nothing new. * //v. 1.3// (programmed) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until 20 pm. > ''Code:'' Hopefully nothing new. * //v. 1.4// (programmed) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until ??? #1. > ''Code:'' Hopefully nothing new. * //v. 1.5// (programmed) > ''Content:'' End of part I. > ''Code:'' Hopefully nothing new.

<<if $slavePain < $slaveMaxPain>> /* i.e. still punishing */ <<switch $slavePain>> <<case 0>> <<set $mustRuin to false>> It's a key. Your breath hitches as you realize what is going to happen, just as Master brings the precious artifact on the lock encased in your chastity belt and opens it, releasing the awful contraption from your flesh. Your squirming doubles, triples even, to no avail against the indomitable force keeping you down, but it doesn't matter. For the first time since you've arrived in this prison, your pussy is free. Master touches you with a single finger - and you moan like a whore, to your utter humiliation and his amusement. "Is prison treating you badly, inmate?" he sarcastically says, rubbing his finger up and down your lips. "Are you feeling antsy, //frustrated// maybe?" "Mmngg...." He laughts at your unvolountary moan - a dark, cruel laugh that makes your cunt flutter in terrible fear and absolute need. His finger climbs your lower lips with the gentlest touch, moving slowly upward... You tense, breath held prisoner in your lungs, disbelieving... His finger reaches the base of your clit hood. A spear of long awaited pleasure pierces your body. You hiss as if in pain and tighten every muscle of your body, struggling madly against your chains - yet neither them nor Master relent. Your pussy quivers and clenches, your lips flutter, your clit inches forward in ragged spasms desperately trying to rub against it... to no avail. You have no control here. "N//n//ya//aa//ah..." Defeated, you become limp in Master's grasp - a puppet with its string broken, even as your chains make you still hang from his hand. Only then your torturer starts his dirty job. "[[Do not cum, inmate.|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] You won't like the consequences if you try." <<case 1>> His finger moves, a slow circling around your little nub that melts your pussy into so much juices. Master chuckles - a low rumble that makes you //squirm// - and lifts his finger from your flesh, making you whimper... then he flicks your clit. "na//aaah!//" He laughs at your squeal, but the hand keeping your chained wrists and ankles up is firm and steady: your wriggling leads nowhere. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching with finger nearby.gif"></center> "What's the matter, inmate?" he taunts. "Cannot withstand a bit of teasing, can you?" Your groan is pitiful. "[[Master|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]]..." <<case 2>> He chuckles, the sadist, and continues rubbing in circle around your clit. You try shaking your hips (maybe he would accidentally brush your nub?) but you lack leverage, with your hands and feet pulled upward that way, and what few wiggles you do he can easily counter. "Masteeer∼" His hand slaps your pussy and you squeal. "Shush, inmate." he says, voice playful and amused. "You have a way to go before you get to cum... and that's assuming you stop going in the opposite direction." "What!?" You look at Master with eyes wide - surely you have heard wrong, right? //Right??// - but [[he laughs|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] and continues teasing you.. <<case 3>> "I... //mmmng//... am a go//ooo//od girl..." Master huffs and slaps your ass, making you squeal and wobble like a pudding. "Sure you are." he says, mockingly. "A good girl who likes to be a little tease, that's what you are." You groan, loudly. //Worst. Decision. Ever.// "I am!" you ==whine pitifully== righteously claim. "Truly!" Somehow the argument doesn't move the cold, wrinkled hearth of your Master. Quite the opposite: he laughs hearthly, as if you have just made the funniest of jokes, and returns your needy expression with a smirk of superiority. "You're //the worst// kind of 'good girl'." he claims, "But don't worry. You're here to learn, after all, right? And I will teach you... //whenever you want it or not∼//" You cannot repress the needy whimper coming out of your mouth, nor stop your thighs trying to close and rub against each other. Not that it does you much good: you simply are //not// in a position to bring relief to your pussy, now gushing at Master's words and promise. And all the while the sadist continues to tease your pussy and clit, [[bringing you closer to the edge...|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<case 4>> You pant, mind struggling against the tide of //horny// invading your mind. Master's fingers skates on your skin, its movements made slick by the juices overflowing from your pussy. You smell sex, you smell //like// sex, and it does nothing but want to be fucked ''hard''. It does not happen. Your pussy is empty, now even his fingers don't enter it anymore: your lips flutter like the wings of a butterfly, but it is invain. Your clit is now the only source of pleasure: the faintest, weakest stimulation you have ever felt in your whole life, or so it seems. It is an unbearable burden, a terrible torture, //and you are horny!// "Maste//eeeeer!!//" you demand. The finger stop. ...then Master slaps your pussy, making you howl in pain and jolt. "Hush, slave." he says. "[[I'm working.|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]]" <<case 5>> Master's finger rub another circle around your clit. It is a sublime agony or a terrible pleasure, which is which you cannot recognize anymore. Your mind is foggy, your brain swims in a lake of aphrodisiacs, you want nothing more than lose yourself in the wonderful, torturing feeling - yet Master's command, //do not cum//, echoes still inside you. [[But it is sooo hard...|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<case 6>> /* ruined orgasm pt1*/ <<set $mustRuin to true>> You're delirious. The months of denial in preparation of your enslavement<<<if $P1_CA_masturbate > 0>>; the clawing at the belt<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>> for which you have been harshly punished<</if>><</if>><<if $P1_CA_remember > 0>>; the memories of the steps that lead you here, squirming naked on the ground, imprisoned in a secret place with no one knowing of your whereabouts, awaiting your total and complete enslavement<</if>><<if $P1_CA_inspectCell > 0>>; the certainty of how inescapable is your jail<</if>><<if $P1_CA_meditate > 0>>; the boredom that clawed at your mind, leaving no other choice than contemplating your imminent fate<</if>>... it is too much for your mind to stay sane. And so you break. First there is the struggling, but it goes nowhere. Again and again you test Master's grip on your chain, your position or your ability to rub somewhere: you gain nothing except for further slaps on your wet pussy. Then there is the denial. You shout, you scream, you spit at him, you call him names and curse him for not giving you what you seek. All is quelled in an instant, for Master accepts no insubordination no matter the state of your mind: he just has to grip tightly your slippery nub and //twist// to make you feel the consequences of your outburst. And then it's back to the teasing, to the levels you had before being punished and beyond. After that comes the bargain. You plead Master for mercy, for an orgasm, for the fleeting //hope// to cum later. You haggle with him, trying to put a price to your pleasure. You promise him the most depravated act and the greatest sexual pleasures. He merely laughs. "You have nothing to offer that I cannot simply take," he says... and to further underline your absolute lack of any contractual power whatsoever, he takes his sticky fingers away from your clit to plunge them inside your asshole, easy as if greased with oil. And then... then you [[accept your place.|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <<case 7>> /* ruined orgasm*/ <<set $achievementRequirements["subspace"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "subspace">> You are suffering. Your place //is// to suffer. Your Master wants you to drown into a sea of arousal. Your fate is your doom, whenever you accept it or not. The struggles, the pleads... nothing matters. Futile rebellions against your true nature that are, ultimately, meaningless. Your resistance crumble, the pathetic fight you put on until now ends. You don't wiggle like a fish on its hook, you don't struggle against your chains and Master's hold on them. You are passive, suffering in delirious moaning as his fingers draw a simphony of pleasure out of your clit that rises, rises and rises again, but [[never crest over...|Sub_D01E02_Punishment][$slavePain+=1]] <</switch>> <<else>> <<if $mustRuin is true>> /* i.e. now has finished punishing, imminent ruined orgasm */ Master bends down on you and takes a good sniff at your pussy. You don't react. Normally you would, but your brain has gone into mush. You need his warm breath falling on your pulsating clit to prompt a reaction, to bring your tired mind His twirling eyes met yours, tired. "You are //this// close to cumming, slave∼" he says, bringing thumb and index to a hair's distance for emphasis. "Do you want to?" At first you don't understand it. The words simply do not compute. Then you do. Your eyes widen as much as two dinner plates. You don't breath, afraid that doing so will make the offer pop like a bubble. You don't //believe it//, because it seems too good to be true. But what if it is...? Slowly, afraid, [[you nod.|Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm]] <<set $outcomeSA.push([ "punished_forMasturbationToo" ])>> <<else>>/* No ruined orgasm */ A manic level of teasing afterward, his fingers finally stop. You moan, half delirious, a dim part of you realizing he has stopped before you could lose your head... the other one very much //wanting//, //needing// and //desiring//. You can't put your thoughts in order, you don't manage to do more than wordlessly moan a few mumbled sentences impossible to understand... and to push your crotch higher, exposing yourself to Master's much desired touch. He does touch you, in a fashion. A hard slap is still a touch, right? "No, slave, that's enough for now." A cold dome of metal is raised back where it belongs: between your wiggling legs, flush against your skin, a bastion against prying fingers and a prison for your throbbing clit. "But you're welcome to tease me again<<if $P1_CA_masturbate>0>>, or even try to get out of your belt<</if>>, if you want a repeat." Your whine is pitiful and utterly unable to create simpathy in your Master. If anything, it has the exact opposite effect: the cruel, cruel man openly laughs at your weeping and releases his hold on your chains, only to then pull you on your feet and properly handcuff your wrists behind your back, locked on the waist chain. "Come on, slave." he says, painting a red print of his palm on your vulnerable ass. "You stink, and not just in your dirty pussy. [[Time for a wash∼|Sub_D01E02_Shower]]" <<set $outcomeSA.push([ "punished" ])>> <</if>>

<<switch $P1_CA_inspectBody>> <<case 0>> Your hand rises almost by itself, gently touching your neck. Your //bare// neck, since your collar is, for the first time in years, not there. You sigh and lower your limb with a closed throat. Of everything that has happened to you, and will happen to you, ''this'' is the heaviest. Oh, you know you will receive a new (harsher, more inescapable) collar... but that was //your// collar. The one that has always remembered of Master's touch, and ownership, on your person. The one that stood with you, //on// you, be it outside in the vanilla world or under the special lights of the Club. The one that your Master tugged and prodded, adorned with pendants and labels, attached to a leash, lead you from. Now there is only skin under your fingers. [[You push these heavy thoughts away.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] You're here to get broken down, molded and trained, not depressed. <<set $P1_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<case 1>> You don't have a mirror (duh), so in order to see your uniform better you're forced to take it off first. And when you do, an impressive whistle gets out of your lips. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Prisoner uniform.jpg"></center> In your hands there is a two-piece, bright orange uniform. The top is a shirt with short sleeves and no neckline, very utilitarian and tight across the chest... but you're not sure it is because of its size or the size of your nipples right now. The pants are surprisingly confy, with an elastic waistline, and far less badgy than you would have expected. There are no pockets anywhere, of course, since you could use them to hide some tool for your... //pfff//... escape. If you didn't know better, you'd think it is a //real// prisoner uniform that Master filchered from somewhere. [[You idly wonder where he got it...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<case 2>> Before putting the uniform back, you pause. Then you look at yourself. It is not a surprise that your nipples are hard as diamonds. Master has been teasing you relentlessly for the past months, no doubt in preparation of the grand finale: the enslavement process that started just yesterday, yet exceeded even your wilder fantasies. Your face flushes at the memory of what has already happened... and so do your //other// lips, safely nested behind a metal shield of proven impenetrability. You feel hot and bothered, and there is not a thing you can do. //By design//. To better ''break'' you. ...you rub your thighs togethere and [[whimper.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<default>> A more detailed inspection of your body would require a hand-on approach, which you are trying to avoid because you are trying to //avoid// becoming mad out of sheer arousal. ...even if it looks a //delicious// fate... Choosing common sense for one (last?) time, you turn yourself to [[other activities.|Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</switch>>

<<set $bondage_wrist to "handcuffs">> You gulp, then hurry to obey. You grip the mattress and push it off the doorframe with a huff, freeing the way. You were about to move it on the bed but Master stops you, barking other orders, and you don't dare disobey. You are made to kneel in front of the door - legs spread, hands behind your neck, elbows wide. It is a variation of your presentation pose... but one that assumes you are not willing to cooperate. And you feel that this time is not because of your shared plans. Master opens the door, cuffs you brusquely and throws the mattress in its place. "At leasy you made the correct choice." he snaps, dragging you [[over the bed.|Sub_D01_MattressPunish]]

<<set $bondage_wrist to "handcuffs">> You hesitate too much. The door opens violently. The mattress turns out to be a flimsy barricade, thrown away by what you suspect is a furious kick. You dodge. That is what dooms you. While you flail aside, Master is upon you. He grabs your arm and twists it behind your back, then puts a hand on your neck and uses the hold to flip you effortlessly on the bed. The move is precise, controlled: you are pushed face against the cement slab, but suffer no consequence except for a heafty dose of surprise. You never had fear of Master hurting you, but the display of martial technique still intimidates you. "This was the //wrong choice//." he [[hisses|Sub_D01_MattressPunish]].

You kneel in front of Master and those who helped him create "Present." You scuttle forward, stopping in front of him, then you spread your knees as you keep your feet under your ass, displaying your chastized pussy. Your spine is straightened, then subtly bent forward to show Master your tits, flesh and metal orbs whole. Then, lastly, you lift your head proudly - even as you look down submissively, focusing on his shoes for reference. He admires you for long seconds before getting off his chair. He walks to you, then bends down with a familiar key in hand. You are mostly still as he frees you from your chastity underwear, only shifting by that much needed for him to take away the implements of your denial, and returning to your position as soon as your help is not required anymore. Master brings a foot forward, almost against your lower lips. "Hump." You inhale quietly and feel heat rushing to your cheeks - but obey. You shuffle forward, feel the leather touching your most private and secreted place... and rub yourself onto it. Once, twice, thrice... you moan, unable to hide your lust, but continue. "We've been talking, me and the others." he says as you hump his boot. "Today is the first anniversary of your enslavement and I wanted to give you a reward, as a gift. Yet my friends have different opinions." You wiggle your lips up and down the tip of his boot, seeking the place where the leather crests the most - and pay attention, of course. "John and Kelly think that an orgasm will do." Master continues. "You've been denied for a year straight, plus however long it took to push you in the correct mindframe. You will cork immediately, or so they claim." You moan wetly. An //orgasm?// Oh fuck, you almost forgot what they are! "Mark and Alice think it's too much for you." His hand lower itself on your bald head, almost gripping it, yet handling you with the uttermost care. "You're a slut, sure, but you are //a slave//. An orgasm is for people; you can get a ruined one, at best." You whimper, desperately. You ''do'' remember how ruined orgasms feels... and it's a terrible thing, expecially after all the time you've been denied. Thus perfect for a slave like you. "Lastly, Sophie thinks that the choice should be yours... because you would ask to make things //worst//." He rubs the top of your head, lovingly. "I myself have no idea how you could make thing worst for yourself, but she said you can still do it." You shudder in helpless arousal and fearing excitement. She... is not wrong. "On one thing she is right." Master lifts his hand away, only to put it under your chin and lift. "The choice //is// yours." He smiles tenderly at you, and you melt in his love. "So?" he asks. "What do you choose? A [[full orgasm|Epilogue 1 - Orgasm]], a [[ruined one|Epilogue 1 - Ruined Orgasm]], or somehow [[making things worst|Epilogue 1 - Worst]]?" You moan, wetly, and try to think through the pink fog clouding your mind... then give your answer.

It is a quick matter: you just need to move your legs around, seeking the electromagnets, and they are activated as soon as the house systems feels the RFID tags in your cuffs come close to it. In little to no time you are bound with your legs spread wantonly as far as your shackles allow, your ass up in the air, your head down on a plastic cock, your collar leashed on the ground. All connectors are secure. The item $slaveID is in place. And the house system can begin the last phase of its storage. A motor in the cupboard whirls. You feel yourself being moved and know that the slate holding the box is moving inside the cupboard. Soon the movement pushes the lid to swing closed, the latch locking automatically - and you're sent into a world of darkness lightened only by dozens of tiny, tiny pinpricks of light. They too are vanquished as the cupboard doors are closed. You are alone. A brief jolt at your neck announces that your training program has began. You start sucking the dick in your mouth immediately, throwing your head up and down its length, and stay still as the dildo behind you squirts a dollop of lube on your asshole before plunging into it. [[Your training session has begun.|Epilogue 1 pt7]]

The box slides again on its rail, jolting out of your trance. The happening also makes your concentration falter, with the result of you missing your tempo while giving the dildo a blojob - a failure that is istantly punished with a harsh shock on your neck. Master find you like this: whimpering in pain, yet still deepthroating the dildo as if your life depended on it, another one ravaging your asshole without mercy. His hand groping your behind makes you squirm happily, even if you cannot lift your head to look at him. ""

"I-I..." You're almost weeping "...M-Master, please, I know I shouldn't, //but I want to cuuum!//" You moan horsely

"I-I..." ??? "...I-I know I d-don't deserve an orgasm... but Master, please, not a ruined one...!" "Mm." Master lifts an eyebrow and looks down on you. "Yet your pussy is gushing, slave. Seems to be your denial is.. unconvincing." You whimper pleadingly, yet the truth is sprayed in a puddle under you.

"I-I..." You gulp. You're about to condemn yourself to an "...I am your slave." you finally say. "I am not a person. I do not have the right to a choice, nor should I be given one. Please, Master, //please//, never again ask me to choose!"

Your mind goes into hyperdrive, yet your body obeys: you grab the hem of your top and lift, sliding it off your chest and arms while wiggling for the cameras blinking at you, then quickly shuffle your pants off. Both of the pieces of your uniform are then uncerimoniously thrown on the mattress before you kneel once again, naked and eager, on the bare floor. "Good∼" Master //purrs//. "You look palatable. Let's make you even more so. Feet first." You comply with the instructions, delighting in the repeated acts of submission, and in little to no time you're cuffed and shackled, a waist chain digging in your flesh as it further traps your wrists. You are ordered to kneel in the center of the cell and you do so with a wiggle of your ass; only then Master opens the thick door barring your escape, bringing with him a tray with your lunch and... [[an IV perch?!|Sub_D01E03_Question]] <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> <<set $clothes to "None">> <</silently>>

You stare. You stare ''hard''. "Uhm... Master?" your querulous voice asks, uncertain. He grins, greatly enjoying your disconfort. "Yes, prisoner?" he says, putting the tray on the floor. "Something on the matter?" "...what is //that//?" you inquire, nose pointing at the metal perch on wheels sitting innocently near Master. The one with a transparent plastic sack filled with ominous liquid hanging from its top. "This one?" He points a finger in confirmation, which you give with a stilted nod - //yes//, he knows perfectly what you're talking about, and you're not amused by the byplay. "Oh, nothing much." He shrugs - //he shrugs!// The utter jerk! - then takes a long transparent tube and starts attaching it to the plastic sack, ignoring you. You cannot contain yourself any longer. "//Master!//" you shout, shuffling backward a bit. His laugh is entirely undeserved, in your modest opinion. "Relax, prisoner! This is just a useful tool for your upcoming enema. Just ignore it for now, you'll be content." You blink. [[Enema|Sub_D01E03_Lunch]]? What enema?!

<<set $chastity to "None">> Ten minutes later, your groaning face is pressed against the floor, while your ass is turned upward and speared by a nozzle gurgling soaped water in your intestines. Your chastity belt is off your hips, but you're in no position to enjoy it: your stomach is distended by what feels like gallons of cold water, pressing and pushing from the inside. It's not painful, but surely distressing, and your wiggling and shaking doesn't help one bit. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Enema, shackled enema.webp"></center> "Come, now." Master chides. "It's not that bad." You grumble your discontent for him to hear. "You're not the one pregnant, Maste- //ouch!//" Master spanks you again, making the waters inside you turbolent once again. You cannot refrain from groaning, and bending forward makes things worst instead of better. You whimper, hoping it will end soon. It's not like you are //opposed// to anal play... expecially when your cunt has been left untouched for ''so damn long''... but enemas are not your fetish. //Which is kinda the point,// you realize. //His choice, not mine. //His// will, not mine.// The water gurgles and stops as he closes off the input, leaving you to sigh in relief... up until Master pats the distended flesh of your stomach. "Feeling better?" he cheekly says. "Umf." No, you're not pouting. It was all lies, lies and slander: Master is clearly a cheater with a silver tongue. "Only one other passage [[before I flush you|Sub_D01E03_Flushed]]." claims Master, cheerful. "//What?!//"

As you sob in your mattress, pained, you feel Master sighing despondently behind you... and feel even worst than before. This whole thing was not only for //you//, but for him too - and yet by your stupid choice you've come close to ruin it. You don't deserve the gentle, conforting touch that he lays on your back... or him, truly. "$name_sub." The sound of your name, instead of 'inmate' or 'prisoner' or other such, freezes you. "Do I need to do a consent check?" Your eyes widens to the size of dinner plates. The look you give Master is one of horrified surprise - the whole premise of your enslavement process was that you would ''not'' have a choice, in anything, for no reason whatsoever! Asking explicitly for your consent is the //exact opposite// of it! How much you've fucked up for Master to react like this?! Master sighs. "You're giving me //very// mixed signals." he continues, to your utter dread. "So yes, I am calling my yellow safeword and doing a consent check." He grips your trembling chin between thumb and index, forcing you to look at him no matter how much you'd now like to sink your face in the mattress and cry. "[[Do you want this|Sub_D01_M_ConsentYes]] - the enslavement, the prison, the harsh, uncaring rules, the merciless punishment, the deliberate unfairness - or [[not||Sub_D01_M_ConsentNo]]?"

<<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> You push hard against his fingers, nodding fervently. "Y-yes!" comes out of your mouth. "Yes, I want it... I'm sorry, I didn't //think//... I want it, truly!" Master peers in your eyes, then seems to seek //through// them and inside your very being. You stand frozen, awaiting with held breath. "...alright." he says in the end - and you //collapse in relief//. You would never have forgiven yourself had your carelessness ruined the best BDSM experience of both your life for that ''fucking'' idea. "But!" His rebuke causes whipslash in your mood and once again you hang from his lips. "I want you to remember that your safeword is //not// revoked. Protocol has changed, your release is not instantly granted anymore, but you still have the option to force a confrontation and a dialogue with me. ''And you will use it if you need it.'' Have you understood?" You nod quietly as he unlocks the cuffs. It is [[not up to discussion|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]], you can feel it.

Your first instinct is to shout, to deny, to exclaim. You don't; you're frozen in place, your thoughts tangled into an unholy mess, your whole being trapped in a pit of apprehension and illogical anguish. "Kitten." He looks straight at you - the prison play, the adventure, all forgotten in that moment except for you and him. "Yes or no?" And in that pivotal moment, all you can do is to stutter. "I-I..." He takes notice, then hugs you - and you break down crying, covering his shoulder in snot and spit as his big, strong hands rubs reassuringly on your back. Whatever he searched for, he has //[[not|End_ConsentRefused]]// [[found it.|End_ConsentRefused]]

There is no jolt of excitement as the cuffs close around your wrists, no sensual spark as his hand lower itself on your ass, only shame and deep, deep regret. The blows come and come - harsh, impersonal, almost perfunctory. You can usually guess something of Master's mood, precious hints that let you tailor your actions to him or warns you when you are pushing the boundaries in the wrong direction. This time you get nothing, and it scares you. The hand that laid on your ass stops. The sense of fullfillment after a punishment, the feeling of refreshment... is not there. You don't know why you start crying, but [[crying you do.|Sub_D01_M_ConsentCheck]]

The last of the waters leaves your guts with gusto and roars straight into the toilet under you. You sigh, happy to be over it, and relax. Then glower at Master while he snickers. "All this fuss for a little cleansing?" he asks, smiling. "I plead the fifth." you snark - then hiss loudly as his hand snaps against your nipples, pinches it and //twists//. "You //don't// have the right to not incriminate yourself, inmate." he cheerfully states. "Nor to be silent. Actually, you don't have //any// right - which is why you're cuffed hands and feet, sitting naked on a toilet under the vigilant eye of your Master, by the way." You grit your teeth and exhale slowly, trying to resist the pain... and ignore the added humiliation piling on the fire burning in your loins. "Now, is it all out of your intestines?" "Y-yes, Master!" you squeal. "S-so I can get off the toilet now!" "Mmm..." He cups his chin with a hand, the other one still busy mauling your nipple. "...I dunno, you aren't trying to get out of a punishment, right, inmate?" "N-nooh!" You gass as Master twist your nipple //the other way-// "Nope, I- //aaauh!// - I am v-very respectful of M-master's authority and w-would ne//eeergh!// Never, I would never t-try to ge//eeeh//t out of a p-punishment!" Your Master humms, unconvinced, and pinches your nipple this and that way for a long, interminable minute. In the end he relents and lets your tit go, to your relief. "Alright, I believe you." he declares... and the hand that mauled your nipple now grips tightly your hairs, lifting off the toilet with a scream and leading you to the bed. "Time to [[put you in your place|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn]], inmate!" he cheerfully declares. <<include VariableInitialization_anal>> <<initializePunishment $slavePainThresholdDuringSex>> <<set $typeSexAct.push( "anal_D01E03" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $masterMaxArousal to 0, $slaveMaxPain to 0, $slaveMaxEffort to 0, $slaveMaxArousal to 0>>

The sound of Master coming to see you jolts aside any program you may have. Quickly you gather yourself in front of the door, ready to be cuffed and shackled - something which happens with promptness and surety. Master is taking no chances with a prisoner as 'dangerous' as you, and you love it. Following instructions, you shuffle at the center of the cell, where you wouldn't be able to attack Master in the split second of vulnerability as the heavy metal door opens. Only then your warden unlocks the heavy slab of metal keeping you prisoner and enters the room... with a smirk? "Inmate." His voice is amused, his mirth barely contained. You blink, puzzled: wha- "I have seen the most interesting show on the cameras. It seems that you still harbour hope to defeat your chastity belt... and steal an orgasm." You blink again, then your eyes go wide and you [[gulp|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position]] in dread. //Uh-oh...// His grin widens at the horror in your eyes, and he closes the cell door behind him. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> <<set $P1_CA_timePunishForMastur_second to $dayTime>> <<set $P1_CA_typePunishForMastur_second to "ruinedOrgasm">> <<include "VariableInitialization_edge">> <<initializePunishment>> 10 <</initializePunishment>> <</silently>> <<set $typeSexAct.push( "edge_D01ER03" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $slaveMaxEffort to 26>>

<<switch $slaveEffort>> <<case 0>> <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> /*now is 1 /15*/ The grin on your Master's face would not be out of place on a shark. He enters the cell with great strides, and you gulp as his hand gently grips your neck. He pushes you back; you backpedal, stymied as you are by your hobble, and then again as Master still drags you backward, until your bound arms collide with the wall of your cell. Only then Master lifts a length of chain, coils it around your slender neck and locks it at one of the anchor points embedded in the walls. You shudder, panting slowly, and almost melt in his hand as he rubs it along your cheek. His gaze keeps your eyes captive, stopping them from following his hand when he lowers it... but not your lips to part in a moan as Master's fingers cups your breast, kneading it through the shirt covering it. That however must not have been enough for him, because he stopped to unbutton the shirt until your <<switch $breastSize>><<case "breastSize_B">>small tits <<case "breastSize_C">>firm tits <<case "breastSize_D">>big tits <<case "breastSize_DD">>bountiful tits <<case"breastSize_G">>udders <</if>> spilled out; only then he continued to grope at your naked flesh, drawing lusty moan after lusty moan from you. "You seem remarkably unconcerned with the consequences of trying to steal what is mine..." Master whispers in your ear. "I... //mmmn~...// a-am having... difficu//uuh//lties... concentrating... //Master~//" He humms, smiling at the half-lidden stare you give him. "That I see. Perhaps I should deal with the problem first?" One hand goes to your pants, undisturbed, and begins to pull down. Your eyes ignites with sheer passion and you wiggle on the spot, for how much you can, trying to get those things off you. In truth you're more an obstacle to Master than an help, chained hands and feet as you are, but your mind is too clouded to realize that and give him space... and he is too amused to stop your ineffective squirming. It does not matter how clouded your mind is: the moment Master's hands grip the waist band of your chastity belt, you //freeze//. And when a familiar and much longed for key nestles in the lock and opens it, separating the belt in three segments, letting it be taken away... you shuffle forward to the short limit of the neck chain - almost falling, hobbled by the leg irons and your pants too - and present your wet pussy to Master. He slaps it, of course. "Naughty slave~" he croons, chuckling at your shocked gasp. "I'm here to punish you, not to reward you." "Doesn't feel..." You moan: Master has just rubbed two fingers along your lower lips. "...like it~" "Hmf. [[Sassy|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]." <<case 1>> <<set $slavePain +=2>> /*now is 2/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 2>> /*now is 3/15 */ His middle finger penetrates your folds for a second, drawing a new gasp from you, then he retreats and flicks your clit. The sensation is //strong//, partly for all the blood focused there, and you're left breathless. His finger sinks into your hungry pussy again, just as you're drawing air again - you don't, not anymore, but tremble on the spot instead. Wishing for more, again you push your crotch forward - again he takes his fingers away, slapping at your pussy. You croon mournfully, but don't try it again. You've learned the lesson. "Good." His fingers find once again your lower lips and rub them, agonizingly slowly. "I want to saviour this, and not bother with your silly cunt." You pant, blush red to the tip of your ears and lower your head in shame... but also struggle to keep your hips in place. The need. to hump Master's hand has not gone away, not at all. Master notices your fight and [[smirks|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]. <<case 2>> <<set $slavePain +=0>> /*now is 2/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 4>> /*now is 7/15 */ "You know, if not for your impatience, at this moment I could have my dick buried in your pussy," Master casually says. You whimper and look pleadingly at the man. "I'm not joking." His thumb barely touches your clit, making your precious nub twitch madly. "You being in chastity is actually harmful for me. I am depriving myself of your pussy and the many, many bouts of sex we could have right now." "B-besides t-the blowjo//ooh//b?" you manage to stutter. "Besides that, yes." agrees Master - and he flicks your clit again. You hiss, then //somehow// manage not to melt as his thumb drives ''deep'' inside you. "T-the//ee//en w-why don't you... f-fuck me, Master∼?" "Oh, that's easy." he retorts. "It's [[your fault|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]." Your look of befuddlement would have been more realistic if you weren't desperately resisting the impulse of fucking yourself on his fingers. <<case 3>> <<set $slavePain +=0>> /*now is 2/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 3>> /*now is 10/15 */ "If I could trust you not to frig your clit raw, I wouldn't have to put you in chastity." argues Master, slowly circling on the center of your pleasure. You grit your teeth and ==whine pathetically== //argue convincingly//. "Y-you//uuuh∼// a-are... the o//oo//ne w-who... d-denied me... for m-months... on end..." Your handcuffs chime as you struggle against them, desperately desiring to jump Master and impale yourself on his cock. "I-I am //hoooorny...//" "Bad slave." He smiles as he flicks your clit //again// - not even bothering with hiding his pleasure at you reaching the melting point. "And it's still your fault. I mean, you are the slave, right?" His thumb rubs //directly// on your clit, and you ''still''. "If I want you to suffer, edged and teased to the brink of insanity, it's your duty and pleasure to suffer without causing me much trouble. And instead, [[what do you do?|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]" <<case 4>> <<set $slavePain +=4>> /*now is 6/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal -= 3>> /*now is 7/15 */ You moan, delirious, as Master drags a nail along the length of your clit, almost making it twinge as he reaches the apex "You act as an unrepentant slut." His other hand reaches your tit and //squeezes//, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. "You moan like a whore." You groan in despair as the hand busy on your clit leaves it to hit your ass, hard. "You hump the mattress like a bitch in heat." Your nipple is taken, grabbed, pinched, //twisted//. "You bang against the shield as if it owned you money." You scream as he again slaps your pussy - //hard//, fast, not playfully as before, and with not an ounce of mercy. "You even tried to fuck your ass from the hole in your belt." Now it's your tits that are slapped, drawing a startled scream out of your throat. At last you're left alone, to recover - unable to kneel because of the chain around your neck, unable to rub your sore tits and pussy thanks to the handcuffs, unable even to shuffle in place for fear of tangling your feet in the mass of chain and cloth hobbling you. But recover you do, under Master's amused - and hungry - gaze. "...y-you belted me //b-before// I did this, Master." you retort in the end. "That is because of my wisdom." He nods sagely... then [[plunges his fingers inside you once again.|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]] <<case 5>> <<set $slavePain +=1>> /*now is 7/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 2>> /*now is 9/15 */ What few sparkles of reason you managed to reacquire when Master manhandled you is now lost to this new wave of arousal. You moan like a whore and try to impale yourself on his fingers, caring little for the savage twist he gives to your nipples, trying to rein you in - you're simply too far gone. Unfortunately //you// are not in charge, and your wet cunt couldn't hold Master's fingers after he decided to bring them out of you... or dodge when he punished you with a hearthy slap right on your lips. "See? Wisdom." You groan, unable to appreciate Master's wit. "Please, please, please//please please''please''...//" He chuckles - the bastard! - then puts an arm behind you and grabs your ass, keeping you still. "No, my sweet, insatiable slut. ''I'' am the Master, and ''I'' will decide //if// you get pleasure, //how much// you get and //[[when|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]//." You shiver at his proclamation - then gasp as his fingers circle your clit. //Finally!// <<case 6>> <<set $slavePain +=1>> /*now is 7/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 3>> /*now is 12/15 */ You try to rub yourself against your fingertips. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, pussy fingered.gif"></center> It is instinctive, predictable and not at all rational, but your brain has long leaked out of your ears, melted away by Master's torture. He doesn't even have to stop and bring his fingers away, this time: you //try//, but don't succeed. The grip on your ass is too strong, the best you can do is a feeble wiggle that draws a clumsy line of fire on your pussy and clit, but is wholly inadequate to give you the release you crave. And then he grips your clit, puts his thumb on it. Your breath catches in your throat, but you //don't// cum - Master has been very careful with his touch, it is not enough to crest over. "....//pleease!//" you whine, begging him with your eyes. [[He scoffs.|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]] <<case 7>> <<set $slavePain +=0>> /*now is 7/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> /*now is 13/15 */ "I could have my dick in here." he says, plunging his middle finger inside you. "I could feel your velvet hole caressing my dick, milking me for all it's worth it. And what do I get instead?" He shakes his head in disappointment. "A horny slut too fired-up to think at her Master's relief, and a pair of <<if $mistakesSA.at(-1) ==0 >>unskilled<<elseif 1 <= $mistakesSA.at(-1) && $mistakesSA.at(-1) <= 3 >>clumsy<<elseif 4 <= $mistakesSA.at(-1) && $mistakesSA.at(-1) <= 7 >>sloppy<</if>> lips around my dick every now and then." A despairing groan comes out of your mouth. "I'm sorryyy!" you whine deliriously. "Are you?" retorts Master. "Yet you are still humping my hand, trying to get off. You don't seem very sorry." You startle, realizing that he's correct: your crotch has been wiggling on his own, trying futily to rub against his hand. "Please, I..." You hesitate, unsure on what to say, what to want, what to ask, only feeling the //need//. "Please!" He huffs. "I'd ask 'please what', but I doubt I would get anything coherent from you." His hand grips at your pussy, index and middle sunk deep inside and pushing -but not rubbing- at the inner lining, the others pressing on the outside, at the sides of your clit. "Instead, I'll do the dom's job for you and say what you should have instead: ''you have been bad''." You draw a hasty breath - no, you haven't. You //couldn't.// "Yes, you have." was the implacable reply. "You thought at yourself and your pleasure, but left me to dry. Is this the behaviour of a slave?" You croon mournfully, wanting to defend yourself but too horny to //think//. Yet thinking is required: Master shakes you //from the hold on your pussy//, startling you and giving you so many different feelings to almost overload you. "Is this how a slave behaves?" he repeats, sternly. "N-noo..." "Then does this slave deserves a reward?" His eyes are hard, unrelenting, implacable. "Do you deserve to cum, slave?" You hiccup, then confess: "//...[[n-nooo|Sub_D01ER03_MP_Position][$slaveEffort+=1]]...//" <<case 8>> <<set $slavePain +=3>> /*now is 7/10 */ <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> /*now is 14/15 */ <<set $achievementRequirements["ruined"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "ruined">> "No, you don't." agrees Master. His fingers leave your pussy, making you sob in despair... then you //scream// as Master spanks your over-excited pussy, hard. You fold on yourself, your instincts futily trying to protect yourself from the pain, but dont even get to finish before his hand is on you once again - but this time it rubs ''hard'' on your clit. Your moans soon becomes screams, your pleasure rises in a firetide risking to sweep you aside. You tense, thinking that he has changed idea... ...and at the last possible moment, ''he takes his fingers away''. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching with finger nearby.gif"> </center> Your clit twitches madly as you crests over the edge of your orgasm... barely. Then the abyss is upon you. It is a gaping maw, a gnawing, raw //need// that is and will be left unfulfilled. It is the fires of your passion left unquenched to consume you from the inside. It is a hungering void that quickly grows to engulf you whole. It is ''//YOUR NEED TO CUM//'', and it demands satisfaction. <center> <<if $skinColor == "skinColor_black">> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching, black.gif"> <<else>> <img src="images/Sex/Edging/Edging, clit twitching.gif"><</if>> </center> You scream hoarsely, humping the air like a sailor drowing in the sea, his arms waved madly trying to find the rope cast away by his fellow on the ship. There is no such safety for you: Master made sure of it. And you plunge into ''darkness''. The contractions of your pussy become //painful//. The inside of your cunt shrivels and writhe, contorting in agony. You clash against your bond like a wild animal, push against your neck chain so hard to dig it into your flesh - until Master puts a hand on your chest and forces you against the wall, leaving the metal teether slack. Against that hand you rebel - pushing ineffectually, scraping the floor with your feet, screaming and sobbing, until the fight (and the orgasm) is past you. Then you collapse, held in place only by hand and chain. He doesn't hug you<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_Aftermath")>>, this time<</if>>. He doesn't console you. He is not your lover, your confident or your helper: he is ''Master'', and he is here to punish you. He looms over you, standing between your legs still spread, stepping on your hobble so you can't hump his legs. "Was it good?" he whispers in your ear. "Was it satisfying?" You bite your lips, your face contorted in an expression of pure agony, and shakes your head. "Was it worth trying to defy the belt, to defy //me?//" Again, you shake your head. Two fingers grip cruelly your chin and force it upward, leaving you no more opportunity to look away. "//Will you do it again?//" You blink your tears away, then shake your head a third time - only for it not to bulge from his grip. "Aloud, slave." "...n-no, Master." His fingers releases you and you slump in your bonds, [[defeated|Sub_D01ER03_Released][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]. <</switch>>

Master smirks but does not continue. His foot taps in front of the tray; unspoken the message of what you should do instead of worrying about meaningless things (for him). With a last glance at the IV/enema perch, you lower your head in the bowl of kibble and start eating. It takes a few minutes for yourself to calm down; uncertain you may be, but Master is Master and would never do something dangerous to you. Still, the unknown spoils the first part of your meal. After you manage to push away any thoughts about the future? Well, //then// you can enjoy the fact that you're eating animal food while shackled nude, kneeling on the floor of a cell. Master laughs softly and you lift your head to glance at him... only to realize that you were squirming in place, thighs rubbing against each other. "See? You should flush your pretty head from all those troublesome thoughts, you'd be happier." You feel a blush descending from your cheeks to your neck. "I'm not like this." you weakly protest. "Oh?" he says, grinning. Uncrossing his arms from his chest, Master comes to stand behind you. You make to turn toward him, only for his hand to catch you by the neck and burying your face in the kibble. "Let's check, then." You shudder, atrociously humiliated and yet for this incredibly aroused, waiting in belated <<linkreplace "anticipation whatever he was about to do... " t8n>>anticipa- "//∼oooohmmmm!//" Your thighs close like a //vice// around Master's hand, trying to trap it against the shield it has just touched. Master chuckles softly and pulls his limb away, leaving your core once again empty. You //pant//, like a dog: he only touched the edge of the crotch shield, gently pressing the metal surrounding your pussy, yet it was enough to shot your arousal through the roof. You peer through the pink fog suddently clouding your sight to see two very slick fingers, wiggled right in front of your face. "It seems to me you are ''exactly'' like this." says ==the bully== Master. You flush and- "Clean them." You flush //harder//, then part your lips and tentatively push your tongue away from its safe haven. You lick at the extended fingers, tasting the juices of your arousal - sweet, dense, warm for marinating so long behind the cold metal shield barring entry to your most intimate core. You are completely red in face, yet don't relent until you've licked them clear, even to the point of putting Master's fingers in your mouth and sucking them. He is very cooperative, moving his hand this and that way according to your necessities... but doesn't stop one moment chuckling at you and commenting on the shame you must feel and how your helpless squirming cannot hide your arousal. Which does nothing to reduce either your shame or your arousal, of course. In the end his fingers are clean and Master asks another question. "And what have we learned, inmate?" "...that I am horny and deserve to cum?" you try. The harsh slap on your ass tells you that //no//, that was not the lesson to learn. You whimper, then obey the unspoken command. "That I am a horny slut?" "That you are a horny slut //that gets off from being humiliated//." Master precises. "Which puts me in a quandary, by the way." You frown minutely, perplexed. "On one hand, you do deserve to be put in your proper place." he explains, casually putting a hand around your neck... and tightening the grip, so to make you //feel// the control and power he has on you. "On the other hand... this is not for you. It is for me, for my benefit." His eyes are amused yet serious, and they met your own look with an inner power you'd never be able to replicate. "So what should I do?" "Uhm..." You squirm, ''hard''. "...put me in my place?" you whisper. "And risk you pleasuring yourself?" His hand returns to your thighs, which instantly close around it like a vice - thus underlining his point: that you are //not// trustworthy with your own cunt. "But I can't cum!" you ==whine== //assure// him. "Believe me, I can't!" "And you know this why?" Master mercilessly replies. "<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 3>>Because you tried and failed? <</if>>Because of your belt? You're missing the point, inmate: the point is not you cumming or not, the point is //that you should not receive any pleasure without my express permission//." You shudder and tremble like a leaf, the dreadful sentence shaking you at your core. Behind its prison of metal and isolation, your clit screams and wails his desperation for a touch, //any// touch; your cunt lips flutters as if Master's fingers had rub along them instead of the chastity belt - and you, defeated, lower your head and whimper in terrible lust. "Fear not, I'll find a way." Master's hand guides you head first the kibble bowl once again, smearing your face in the food. "For now, [[finish your meal.|Sub_D01E03_Enema]] You'll need the energy." <</linkreplace>>

<<switch $slaveEffort>> <<case 0>> You are thrown face first on the mattress. The chain hobbling your ankles stops your lower body from following suit and you find yourself half sprawled on the bed, half hanging off it. Master is quick to reposition you how he wants you to be: kneeling head and chest on the bed, legs spread as far as the cold chains can spread, squirming helplessly trying to get some much needed <<linkreplace "friction on your pussy..." t8n>>friction on your pu- <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "spankSlap" volume 1 play>><</if>> "Yo//ouwl!//" "Stop squirming." says Master, slapping your pussy again - and again making you scream. "M-master..." His hand, this time, hits you on your ass. "Stop whining." he says again, and you can almost //feel// his grin bearing upon you. You groan, inwardly lamenting about the unfairness of it all, but stop trying to rub yourself against the mattress. At this point you will leave a puddle on it... You hear him taking his belt off. Your breath hitches. You don't think that he's going to hit you with it<<if $slavePain.length is 2>>, this time<</if>>. And that leaves... Master moves himself right behind you... and he's naked from the waist down. "...ooooh∼" He laughts, the jerks, then slaps your ass with his dick. You wiggle like a worm, but it's not like you can put it where you want, trussed up as you are: you can't even //touch it//, because the waist chain keeps your cuffed hands too far away and stops them from straining toward it. You can feel Master's appreciation for your struggles, hard and warm against your ass, and all his previous command are forgotten as you squirm and plead and push... His dick sinks ''in your pussy''. A thunder of pleasure spears you along his dick. The feeling is heavenly: your whorish moan is dampened only by a lack of air in your lungs. You aren't wet, you are //drenched//; Master has no difficulty in sheating himself into you, and you //squeeze// your inner walls trying to milk him for all he's worth... ''Then Master retreats out of you.'' The gnawing void left by his member, so soon after the delicious penetration, is too much: you //howl//, mad with lust, and desperately squirm. "Master..." And then the bulbous head of his dick prods you again... but this time against your asshole. "What?" he snarks. "Did you really thought I was about to fuck your pussy? Nope, no way." "B-but Master-" you plantively gasp. <<set $bondage_gag to "ballGag">> His hands grip your hairs and pull, forcing your head backward with a gasp: such is enough for Master to put a ballgag in your mouth and buckle it on your nape. He grabs your hips tight, then he //[[pushes|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn][$slaveEffort+=1]]//, interrupting your muffled pleads with a scream of both pleasure and surprise. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<//linkreplace>> <<case 1>> He //pushes.// Your pussy juices coat his dick in a slick but thin coating. Master gave you only a wisp of pleasure before leaving your cunt empty, enough to help his head spread your asshole wide. The rest of you is coated in water, which is not the best lube. All of this goes through your head for a split second before the sheer pleasure of being filled envelopes you. You cannot push your ass against Master; he's keeping you still with his hands, still sinking in your hips. You cannot steel yourself against his thrusts; trussed out like you are, you can only take it and be pushed further into the mattress. You cannot lift yourself, or move in a better position, or angle yourself better; Master's weight is sufficient to pin you down, helpless, unable to do anything. But you can relax your muscles and invite him inside, and you [[do so|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn][$slaveEffort+=1]]. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<case 2>> Master //pushes//. The head of his dock prods against the resistance of your anal rim. You do your best to open it, but your mind is clogged by hornyness and the pussy juices on his member is running out. Still, Master is relentless: his fingers dig deeps in your hips as he pulls you closer, using the leverage to better spear through any obstacles. You moan, horny, but are summarily ignored. As it should be. This is not about you. It is about //him//. //He// pushes, powering through any resistance - volountary or involountary. //He// forces your hole open, widening it for his dick. //He// conquers the anal rim, pushing his member inside her colon. And you... [[you are used|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn][$countAnal+=1]]. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<case 3>> He pushes, and you //moan//. The pitiful amount of lube has run its course. Now there are no aids for you: you have to take it, and take you will. His dick thrusts forward and you begin to feel the burn, yet your mind still floates upon a sea of your own juices. You try pushing backward, fail utterly and almost risk falling off the bed, if not for Master's hands tightening and keeping you pinned. Again you moan, hoarsely, the very idea of you being unable //even to fall// causing your lust to spike again... and you are ignored. This assfucking will be done [[in spite of you|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn][$slaveEffort+=1]], not because of you. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<case 4>> He pushes, and your ass burns some more. You don't recognize the cries escaping your mouth. Animal sounds, hoarse prayers, hissed curses - you've lost any manner and can only vocalize how delirious you are. Your clit cries and howls for attention, ignored by you both: Master's dick cucks him without remorse, and you cannot protest anymore. You feel him going deeper; [[that|Sub_D01E03_GoingIn][$slaveEffort+=1]] is all that matters. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<case 5>> He pushes, and his balls slap your pussy. You pant, insensate, too horny to realize that he has stopped until he unbuckles and pulls away the gag, covered in your spit. "Back in the realm of living?" He chuckles, and you feel one hand rubbing along your forehead and cheek with absolute gentleness. "...uhnf..." You pant, swallow your suddently very dry throat, then try again. "...unfair... //hornyyy//..." Master's laugh crashes fragorous upon you and washes away, bathing you in a thin coat of shame. "Then you'll like what I am about to do. Or hate it, maybe∼" <<linkreplace "\"...w-what?\"" t8n>>"...w-wha-" You don't finish the sentence: Master gags you again, then pulls backward and [[slams into you|Sub_D01E03_Anal]]. <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</switch>>

<<if $masterArousal < $masterMaxArousal && $slaveArousal < $slaveMaxArousal && $slavePain < $slaveMaxPain >> <<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 5>> /* in Sub_D01E03_GoingIn, $masterArousal is increased to 5 */ If before the pain from Master's penetration has almost been covered by your unrestrained arousal, now things are suddently different. His dick thrusts into your tight walls, made slick only by the soapy waters of the enema, most of which have been rinsed before. He's taking you raw. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, while ballgagged, handcuffed and hair pulled.gif"></center> You moan like a slut, yet a (tiny) part of you worries. Anal doesn't come natural to you, and while you gave Master the right to treat and fuck you in any way he wants, you still worry about the pain. After all, you're only human. What to do? [[Push backward, try to cum!|Sub_D01E03_A_Push]] <<if $slavePain > 0>>[[Relax your ass, welcome him inside you.|Sub_D01E03_A_Relax]]<</if>> [[Clench your muscles, make him cum as soon as possible.|Sub_D01E02_A_Clench]] <<between 6 12>> Master grunts as he slams into you, conquering another inch of your bowels - and pushing you against the mattress with a squeal of surprise. He does it again, more aggressive than before, and you realize that he's picking up the pace: now that he has sunk completely in you, he intends to conquer your ass completely and dominate you. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, handcuffed, bent over and fucked.webp"></center> The thought makes you shiver - then Master makes you squeal again, and you react by instinct. [[Squeeze down on his cock, make him as horny as you are!|Sub_D01E02_A_Clench]] [[Try to shuffle backward, match his tempo.|Sub_D01E03_A_Push]] <<if $slavePain > 0>>[[Submit to him, let him do as he wishes.|Sub_D01E03_A_Relax]]<</if>> <<between 13 20>> Master's fingers on your hips are like a hot brand sending shots of liquid pleasure at your pussy: every time he slams into you, you cannot but moan and <<if $slaveArousal >= $slavePain>>spit out strill sounds<<else>>squeal pained sounds<</if>> through your gag. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, she is untied and bent over bed, he grips her elbows.gif"></center> You had anal sex before, but //never// like this: forceful, imposing, //animal//. He takes and takes, and your squirming and squealing does nothing - you are the bound prize, he the one looting your booty. You can only wiggle, helplessly horny. <<if $slavePain > 0>>[[Take his dick.|Sub_D01E03_A_Relax]]<</if>> [[Meet him halfway, push back.|Sub_D01E03_A_Push]] [[Make him feel good∼|Sub_D01E02_A_Clench]] <<between 21 24>> Your body is sore for being tossed against the bed for so long, but Master too is flagging down. His thrusts are deeper, slower, more forceful, and his breathing becomes ragged. Soon he'll explode inside you. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, while frogtied.gif"></center> [[Push backward, try to get as much as you can.|Sub_D01E03_A_Push]] <<if $slavePain > 0>>[[Relax your ass, let him plunder you.|Sub_D01E03_A_Relax]]<</if>> [[Clench your muscles, make him go crazy.|Sub_D01E02_A_Clench]] <</selectRange>> <<else>> <<if $masterArousal >= $masterMaxArousal>> /* i.e. Master cums */ Master grunts as he pushes inside you. His pace has changed: now he thrusts deeply until he has bottomed out, then he rests for a few seconds before pulling out and preparing to sink in you again. His ragged breath and quivering cock tell you everything you need to know: //he's about to cum.// And what slave wouldn't help his Master [[in nutting inside her body?|Sub_D01E03_A_HeCums]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("anal_successful")>> <<elseif $slaveArousal >= $slaveMaxArousal>> /* i.e. YOU are about to cum */ Master thrusts into you once again, his dick rubbing inside in all the good ways. By now you're delirious: your eyes roll freely in your head, your chin is covered in froth and the mattress between your legs in juices from your pussy, and the ball gag cannot keep down your animal sounds anymore. He's fucking you, and it feels //so very very good∼// Again his dick spears your insides and again you're jolted by a shot of pure pleasure, but this time is different: a pressure mounted during the last minutes breaks something and your whole body begins to quiver incontrollably. [[You're about to cum!|Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("anal_subOrgasmRuined")>> <<elseif $slavePain >= $slavePainThresholdDuringSex>> /* i.e. painanal */ You whimper quietly as he slowly sinks in your ass, trying not to hurt you. Your attempts to ignore and deflect the pain failed; Master too has tried to spare you the suffering, but in vain. Yet, through the haze of hurt and shame suffusing your body, you suddently find one good thing coming out of this ordeal. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, on all4s ropeTied, alternating between crying and jackhammering, on yoga mattress.gif"></center> [[He's cumming!|Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal]] <<set $outcomeSA.push("anal_painAnal")>> <</if>>

Instead of watching the walls of your cell, you decide to lay on your mattress and take a quick nap, waiting for Master to use you again. It is only logical, since there isn't much to do in your cell<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >0 >> save trying again to masturbate<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >=3>> without results<</if>><</if>>. It also have the benefits to [[preserve your strength|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] for whatever you will have to endure under Master's absolute control. <<set $P1_CA_nap += 1>>

"Here's the inmate." said Master. "I'll leave it in your capabke hands." "Yes, Alice" you say. <<linkreplace "/"Yes, Alice/" you say." t8n>>"Yes, Ali-" The slap is sudden, unexpected: it hits your face with enough force to turn your nead, "Yoh will refer to me at all times with the the respect, prisoner." barked Alice. "While carrying out my medical duties, you may call me Doctor, otherwise it's Mistress. " "...yes, Mistress." you say, lowering your eyes. no, it as //Mistress// now. <</linkreplace>>

<> /* <<initializePunishment>> $slavePainThresholdDuringSex <</initializePunishment>> must be added before this is called */ <<set $masterArousal to 0 >> <<set $slaveArousal to 0>> <<set $indexAnal += 1>> <<set $countAnal.push(0)>> <<set $lastAnalAction.push("None")>> <<set $analPush.push(0)>> <<set $analRelax.push(0)>> <<set $analClench.push(0)>> <<set $analSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $analMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $outcomeSA.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<<selectRange $slaveArousal>> <<between 0 5>> You have never managed to cum from anal alone before, always needing a bit of clit stimulation or a finger or two inside your pussy to go beyond that final threshold...but if there is a time to try, it is now that you're almost delirious for the need! <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, handcuffed, on bed.gif"></center> You try to push back against Master, and Master thrusts forward at the same time: together you make his dick bury itself inside you, forcing your entrance wide. He grunts in surprise... while your eyes roll in your head and your body shakes whole for the sheer pleasure. [[Maybe you can make this work...|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $slaveArousal += 5>> <<set $slavePain += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("push")>> <</silently>> <<between 6 12>> You pant, delirious with lust. You can feel your thighs crashing against the side of the bed each time Master thrusts into you, and use them as leverage to //push// against him, to fuck him back! He laughts, then slap you on your ass. "What a horny slut you are∼" he teases. "Needing something, inmate?" <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, handcuffed, seppia.webp"></center> You whine pitifully, then moan whorishly as he pumps deeper in you with a hip thrust. "Something hard?" he continues, spanking you again. You don't answer verbally - you're beyond words - but try to slam your ass backward to meet Master. He laughs, then grabs your hips and rides your body hard. [[Maybe you can make this work...|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $slaveArousal += 3>> <<set $slavePain += 2>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("push")>> <</silently>> <<between 13 19>> You try to push backward, to meet his thrusts with your ass, to //come// - but Master laughs, his big hands still gripping your hips... and keeping them still, for him (and //not// you) to enjoy. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, handcuffed, black and white.gif"></center> A wordless prayer comes babbling out of your mouth, only to be interrupted as a Master's dick finds depths undiscovered and his hand slams against your ass again, painting it red. You are split in two, skewered by a hard spear, invaded by waves of red hot arousal, made //delirious// for the lust - and you can't do anything, not even squirm: he keeps you still, unmovable, his grip too strong for you. You whine pitifully. [[You are so close...|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> <<set $slavePain += 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("push")>> <</silently>> <</selectRange>>

<<selectRange $slavePain>> <<between 0 4>> You cry in pain as Master thrusts deeply inside you. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, on all4s ropeTied, alternating between crying and jackhammering, on yoga mattress.gif"></center> Your fears are becoming reality: while your pussy <<if $slaveArousal <= $slaveMaxArousal/3>>is getting wet<<elseif $slaveArousal <= 2*$slaveMaxArousal/3>>is gushing<<else>>is about to //squirt// for how much you're horny<</if>>, your arousal is not enough to ignore the steadily growing burning in your ass. Which is why you <<if $lastAnalAction[$analIndex] is "relax">>continue to<<else>>decide to stop what you were doing before and<</if>> relax your abused bum, hoping that it will make the pain subside. It works, but [[Master continues to pound your ass...|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 2>> <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> <<set $slavePain -= 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("relax")>> <</silently>> <<between 5 9>> Of course Master realizes what is going on. Difficult not to, when you suddently start to go limp under his weight, and not because you're delirious with lust. Realizing your distress, he momentarily stops thrusting in and out of your ass and grab you by your hips, lifting them up: this way he can better control his pushes and it doesn't hurt so much anymore. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, jackhammering in her 2.gif"></center> It also forces your head down against the mattress, which makes //[[gush|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]]//... <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 2>> <<set $slaveArousal += 2>> <<set $slavePain -= 1>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("relax")>> <</silently>> <<between 10 15>> You breath deeply through your gag as Master plunges his dick inside you and try to relax your ass as much as you can, offering no resistance: //it hurts//, and you don't want to hurt more. Luckly for you Master is not unobservant nor merciless... this time. Hearing your whimpers of pain, he stops thrusting wildly in your ass in favour of a far slower (and gentler) pace: this way you're not sent crashing on the mattress at every push and your ass can take a reprieve. What's more, he takes the opportunity to sneak his hands on your tits and grabs at them, playing with your nipples until your whimpers are because of your need and not your pain. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, ass up head down, no bind visible.gif"></center> [[He's so considerate, your Master:|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] he could have simply ignored your little cries and fucked you stupid until he cummed. <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $slaveArousal += 3>> <<set $slavePain -= 2>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("relax")>> <<silently>> <</selectRange>>

<<selectRange $masterArousal>> <<between 0 12>> Your inner walls clench at the intrusion, not trying to push him out but squeezing his dick with all your might. It ''hurts'', expecially since he has not expected it and thrusted deeply inside you... but Master //hisses// before grabbing you - and his next thrusts are frantic, almost //animalistic// in his need. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, while frogtied.gif"></center> He's making you crash against the thin mattress again and again, yet you smile. [[You have him in the palm of your hand!|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]], <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> <<set $slavePain += 3>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("clench")>> <</silently>> <<between 13 20>> <<if $analClench[$analIndex] >=1>>...you don't have him in the palm of your hand. //Somehow// that infuriating man has managed to recover his shattered self-control and has taken to push inside you in controlled, measured thrusts. You squeeze down on him, try to clench suddently and without forewarning, even shake your ass as much as your trussed body can... but you don't manage to crack his self control again. Try as you may, he's not parting with his seed that easily. You huff, then redouble your efforts. [[This is not over!|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<else>>Your inner walls clench at the intrusion, not trying to push him out but squeezing his dick with all your might. It ''hurts'', expecially since he has not expected it and thrusted deeply inside you, but Master //hisses// and for a moment you think that you have done it, that he's in your power now... <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, while ballgagged, handcuffed and hair pulled.gif"></center> ...then he recovers and start pacing himself. His dick slides in and out of you with measured thrusts, his hands grip your hips so that he can better control the pushes, and once again you have lost control of the situation. [[You should have tried it before|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]], maybe then you would have had the surprise effect... <</if>> <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $slaveArousal += 1>> <<set $slavePain += 5>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("clench">> <</silently>> <<between 21 25>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "shesMakingHimCum" volume 1 play>><</if>> You can feel Master's ragged breath on your nape, his body spearing yours in powerful thrusts interspersed with quick respites. He's nearing his peak, you know it. All you need to do is give him the last push, and he will explode inside you. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, jackhammering in her.gif"></center> [[You clench down, squeezing him with all your (remaining) strength.|Sub_D01E03_Anal][$slaveEffort += 1]] <<silently>> <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $slaveArousal += 0>> <<set $actionSA.at(-1).push("clench">> <<set $analClench[$analIndex] += 1>> <</silently>> <</selectRange>>

(Sophie swaps a bed for a studded strap on on her body.) *Sophie smirks and pokes Kira.* *Kira whimpers softly in response, her body stuck, unable to move much in this position. Soft groans escape her as Sophie's attention is focused on that tightly latex clad ass now squirming up just an inch from the mattress.* Kira: mmmmmm--?! *Her hands playfully roams along Kira's ass before zeroing on the plug keeping her on the straight and narrow. A wiggle makes it shift against Kira's inner walls, a couple of digits grabs it and pull it out... one cm... two cm....* *...and then they let it go, the plug sliding inside once again!* (Sophie caresses Kira's butt.) *Kira groans hard as the fingers pluck at the base of that toy nestled inside her. Feeling it gradually getting pulled, she moans all muffled into the pillow - followed by a short, but noticable yelp into her gag as the toy is let go and it sinks right back down into her snug, tense tunnel, hips buckling a little more back, lifting her butt in the air.* (Your jaw aches from the dildo plug gag shoved down your throat.) Kira: mmmmmm--!!!- mmm~mm (Kira wiggles her butt.) (It is difficult to breath with the dildo plug gag pushing inside your throat.) (Kira groans desperately into her gag.) Sophie: Woopsie! (Sophie clamps her hand over her mouth.) *Sophie muffles a giggles* Sophie: Sorry~! Getting it out right away! *In one smooth movement, the plug is grabbed and pulled out of Kira* (Sophie removes the shock plug from Kira's butt.) *Kira groans hard, just after the toy slipped back down it is quickly pulled - Her rosebud stretched out in one motion for the wide part to exit, leaving her quivering and lying on her chest with stringently bound arms, buttocks raised up.* (It is difficult to breath with the dildo plug gag pushing inside your throat.) Kira: mmmmmm-!!!!- (Kira wiggles her butt.) *Sophie smiles and pokes Kira again* Sophie: My, he is eager~ Sophie: So are you, I bet *The tip of her strapon plants firmly at Kira's backdoor entry, flanked as it is by the belt* Sophie: Well, the wait is over~ (Sophie slowly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) *Kira shudders softly, feeling something prod and push between her latex clad cheeks, right up against the narrow opening in the suit and belt locked on her. She squirms a little more - feeling it press down in place of the plug from before just moments later. A much slower, deeper groan coming from her stuffed lips as Sophie buries it inside her, forcing her entrance wide - yet snugly clenched around it. The rest of her body jolting, pulsing - eyes likely rolling up if they were visible.* Kira: mmmmmm~mmmm--! (Kira wiggles her butt.) *Sophie pushes deeper, wiggling her hips a bit as she does so - to help in making the strapon go in smoothly, even if the plug now beside Kira already helped a bit* (Sophie slowly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) Sophie: Mmh... *Kira keeps twitching the further the strap on was pressed inside her, feeling the various studs ripple along her inner walls as the length sunk deeper. Air pushing out of her lungs about as hard as she could manage like this, exhaling out through the nostril holes. Light headed and sensitive, unable to move, she could just keep shuddering at the sensation, with muffled moans seeping through as the toy was pushed deeper yet* (Your jaw aches from the dildo plug gag shoved down your throat.) Kira: mmmmmmm~mmm~ *Deeper and deeper she goes, occasionally letting Kira rest before pushing against her ass' resistance, until their crotches met and she could hug Kira from behind* (Sophie slowly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) (Sophie cuddles with Kira.) *Then, smiling, Sophie puts her hands over Kira's tits and grabbed firmly before pulling out...* (Sophie gropes Kira's breast.) (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) *-and pushing in right away* *Kira's exhale quickly turned into trying to suck in air as much as she could. Feeling the rubbery rod press all the way to its base within her. Sophie's arms slinging tightly around her bound form, gripping against her tits under the straitjacket. Hips buckle, shuddering back - especially while she's hold in the snug embrace and Sophie's hips reared back onto to thrust the length right, deep down into her. She groans deeply, helplessly moaning as the motions continue, fucked by the strap on at Sophie's leisure.* (You choke momentarily on the dildo plug gag inside your throat.) Kira: mmmmmmmm~~--mm-mmmm ~mm *Her hands seeks the center of the bra's cups and pulls, bringing Kira closer just as she pushes with her hips - and giving her nipples a little jolt, courtesy of the spiked shields* (Sophie gropes Kira's breast.) (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) Sophie: Mmmng~ *Kira was rigid, couldn't spoon her perfecly because of the corset - but that was no excuse not to try it anyway, and her tits made for a perfect handhold* (Sophie cuddles with Kira.) (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) (Kira concentrates hard and is able to calm down her upcoming orgasm.) *Kira's head lifts momentarily from the jolt, sizzling along her pinched nipples and tits. beneath the bonds. Only to fall right back into the pillow while the studded length was rocked back and forth inside her - with increasing vigor and motion that forced her inner walls apart. Her clit throbbing beneath its shield, pussy wet, jealously tensing as she's anally penetrated. Her butt slightly lifted by Sophie's rougher motions alone - tightly hugged into the embrace, her back forced to arch by the hold on her breasts* Kira: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~~~ (It is difficult to breath with the dildo plug gag pushing inside your throat.) Kira: mmmm--! (Kira moans into her gag.) (Kira wiggles her hips.) (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) *Sophie smirkes at the deeply needy sounds made by Kira, sinks in her again - determined to bring her near the agognized orgasm, so near she could almost hope for it...* (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) (Kira fights really hard against her orgasm and is able to resist it.) *Kira did feel herself getting closer rapidly now, though her body all froze up in its bonds, muscles all tense - her breathing almost fully halted. It didn't take long for each of the heavier thrusts to knock the wind out of her - leaving her muffled moaning and panting into the gag. Even her thighs shuddered with each push, feeling the length bury deep into her tunnel - throbbing with delirious heat.* Kira: mmmmmm~m-mmm mm-mmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm~ (Kira wiggles her hips.) (Kira wiggles her butt.) *Concentrating hard, she takes hold of the remote, still sliding in and out of Kira. The slave was close, she had to be ready... vigilant...* (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) (Sophie sets Kira's automatic shock unit to moderate intensity.) (Sophie sets Kira's shock clamps to moderate intensity.) *Kira groans hard - another shock to her nipples seeming to surge through then. They tingle, throb and sting. Quite equally her throat receives a zap, locking her up, leaving her unable to move or squirm, and only more sensitive while Sophie fucked her bound form like that. Pussy clenching around emptiness - and yet it seemed enough to push her right to the edge, unable to hold back any longer. Toes curled as the length sunk back in, about to push her over.* Kira: mmmmmmmmm~mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ (Kira wiggles her butt.) (Kira whimpers pleadingly into her gag.) (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) *She answer that needy groan in her own way: pushing inside Kira until the strapon was whoolly sheated, then pulling out and doing it again* (Sophie roughly penetrates Kira's butt with her studded strap on.) *And as her slave arrived near the edge of orgasm...* (Kira's shock clamps lets out a sharp jolt!) (Kira's belt detects an orgasm and shocks her!) (Kira screams silently and rocks her hips, getting a wonderful orgasm.) (Kira's automatic shock unit lets out a sharp jolt!) *...the shocking units fired, doing their best to pull Kira off it!* *Kira squirmed intensely that time - feeling the incoming climax quickly rising as Sophie fully pulled back and slammed back into her pucker. The sensation was intense, rough, incredibly arousing - and pushing her over the edge - Only for the sudden barrage of intense, stinging shocks to ripple out from the clamps, and surging through her neck. Her body entirely locks up, writhing hard against her binds with little spasms as it drags her away from climax, overshadowing the sensation while the strap-on was held buried fully inside her ass.* (You choke momentarily on the dildo plug gag inside your throat.) Kira: mmmmmmm---mmm--! (Kira screams furiously into her gag.) (Kira wiggles her hips.) (Sophie cuddles with Kira.) *Sophie hugs Kira, nuzzling into her from behind* (Sophie nose-nuzzles with Kira.) Sophie: Mmm~ (Sophie rubs her body against Kira's body.) (Sophie whispers slowly in Kira's ear.) Sophie: How was it~? *Kira pants hard, utterly out of breath and going limp, body fully sinking into the mattress and pillow. She lets out a weak mewl into her gag in response, butt still lightly twitching while held hugged, the strap on still within her, Sophie pressed atop along her back* Kira: mmmmm... mm... m... mm~ (Sophie massages Kira's arms.) *Sophie's hands tenderly roams Kira's body, slowly rubbing her limbs and chest* Sophie: That ~good~, mm? (Sophie kisses Kira's neck.) (Sophie gropes Kira's tummy.) *Sophie purrs into Kira's ears* Sophie: Since you like it soo much, we could make it a regular treat for you~ (Sophie wiggles her hips.) *Sophie wiggles her hips slowly, feeling the effects on Kira under her... or was it her proclamation?* *Kira whines softly, still panting, needing time to catch her breath through just the narrow nostril holes. Laying there, mewling and twitching as the rod is motioned within her from Sophie's wriggling hips, feeling the snug embrace and touch along her bound body.* Kira: mmmmm- mmm~... mm.. m~ *Sophie giggles at the -exhausted- reply* Sophie: Yes, yes we will~ *A moment of pause, then...* (Sophie wiggles her hips.) Sophie: Still there? I didn't wipe you out, did I? (Sophie cuddles with Kira.) *Kira gives a slow nod into the pillow, along with a muffled moan, before her hips wriggle back weakly, feeling the strap-on shifting and keeping her stuffed* Kira: mmmmm.. mm~ Sophie: Good, good~ *Sophie nuzzles into her* (Sophie nose-nuzzles with Kira.) Sophie: Because the day has just started, y'know? Lots and lolts of things to do beside lazy around kn bed all the time (Sophie wiggles her hips.) Sophie: ...even if it is veery attractive~ Kira: mmmmm?!- *Sophie giggles* *Kira lets out a muffled, but surprised grunt while pinned on the mattress in Sophie's arms* Kira: mmm-! Sophie: Hi hi hi~ Sophie: Told you you better be rested~ Sophie: Any moment now and I'll get up, set up the *thing*, then grab you and bring you along for a journey through the very edges of pleasure~ Sophie: Just you wait! Sophie: ... (Sophie wiggles her hips.) Sophie: ....a bit more? *Sophie chuckles, a bit embarassed* *Kira shudders, and whines out in response - maybe from Sophie's words, or maybe the continued shifting of the length pressed deep within her, maybe both. Her hooded head lifts a bit, rolling along the pillow.* Kira: mmmmm-mmm? mmm~mm Sophie: (Alas, in truth I have to go - but next time, I would like to continue from this very point~ *(~Sounds good to me, Mistress* Sophie: (Exce Sophie: (llent! (Sophie wiggles her hips.) (Kira groans desperately into her gag.) Sophie: ....it's confy like this.... Sophie: .......*you* are confy~ (Sophie cuddles with Kira.) *Kira huffs and moans softly, continued to be held hugged - and plugged by her Mistress, snuggled atop the bed. Just lightly lifting her buttocks up against Sophie's hips and the strap-on* Kira: mmm~ Sophie: Mmm.... Sophie: .... Sophie: .......thank you~ (Sophie nose-nuzzles with Kira.) (Kira wiggles her body.) Sophie: (Thank you - and goodnight~ (Sophie gives a friendly kiss on Kira's cheek.) *(Thank you too Mistress~ Good night!*

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "maleOrgasm01" volume 1 play>><</if>> Hot, white sperm paints the inside of your ass. Master grunts, his weight heavy on your back, and you feel his cock shudder and spurt the last of his cum in you. You shudder as your pussy quivers, empty and desolate. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, cum leaking from ass.gif"></center> Master's breath ruffles your hairs, heavy, rithmically. He is laying on you, tired but clearly satisfied, and his hand rises toward your forehead to curl a rogue lock of hair behind your ear. It is an earnest and affectionate gesture, made all the more wholesome by the utter contrast of the degenerancy happened not two minutes ago. You however ''don't'' lay lazily. You can't. /* slaveMaxArousal is 15, masterMaxArousal is 25, $slaveMaxPain is 15*/ <<if $slaveArousal >= $slaveMaxArousal *2/3>> Your body trembles on the spot, held at bay only by the weight of your Master over it and the chains pinning your limbs in place. Your firsts are closed shut, as are your eyes: you //know// that trying to bring your fingers to your cunt will obtain nothing but making you fall deeper in despair, and you're trying to resist the temptation. It becomes a lot more difficult when Master slips a hand under you and starts squeezing your tit... <</if>><<if $slavePain >= $slaveMaxPain *2/3>> Your asshole<<if $slaveArousal >= $slaveMaxArousal *2/3>>, instead,<</if>> feels raw, chafed. Master was relentless with you, his dick a jackhammer for your hole, and now it burns because of it.<<if $slaveArousal >= $slaveMaxArousal *2/3>> The pain does nothing but enflame further your loins: your masochist side demands tribute, but your clit trembles and has nothing to offer.<</if>> <</if>><<if $slaveArousal < $slaveMaxArousal *2/3 && $slavePain < $slaveMaxPain *2/3>>/* Possible. Example: 3 clenches, 2 relax */ You are drained by the intense concentration needed to bring Master to orgasm as fast as possible. Squeezing his dick as he violated your asshole, <<if $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "clench").length > 2>>expecially how many times you did, <</if>>has not been easy. <<if $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "elax").length > 2>>You faltered, <<if $actionSA.at(-1).at(-1)=="relax">>even at the end, <</if>>and Master realized it.<</if>> <<if $actionSA.at(-1).filter(action => action == "push").length > 2>>And you tried to get off, desperately pushing against your Master's thrusts in the hope of cresting over the cliff of your orgasm. You failed, obviously.<</if>> <</if>> As a result, you are now a bundle of arousal, fretting on the spot and unable to stay still. Which is probably why Master is petting your head, his fingers combing through the nest of your hairs: the slow, repetitive movement in time is quite capable to calm down, and you stop trembling on the spot. You're still wet as hell, of course, but your arousal is more a puddle now - and so are you. "...you know, I think I could get accustomed at this whole 'slave owner' thing." Master says, conversationally. You snort, unable to resist. Yes, [[you could see it too|Sub_D01E03_Aftermath]]...

<<set $upperArrowsOn to false>> <<newmeter 'meterBar_MasterArousal'>> <<colors "green" "red">> <<sizing "100px">> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'meterBar_YourEffort'>> <<colors "#3E331E" "yellow">> <<sizing "100px">> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'meterBar_YourArousal'>> <<colors "green" "red">> <<sizing "100px">> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'meterBar_YourPain'>> <<colors "#223333" "#FFDDDD">> <<sizing "100px">> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter "testTimer_phase1" 1>> <<animation 60s linear>> <<colors "green" "red">> <</newmeter>>

/* ========= OneTimeInit_Punishment ========= */ <<set $slavePain to []>> <<set $maxPain to []>> <<set $indexPunish to -1>> <<set $slavePainThresholdDuringSex to 15>> <<set $punishmentCollected to 0>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Predicament ========= */ <<set $countPredicament to []>> <<set $lastPredicamentAction to []>> <<set $predicamentOutput to []>> <<set $predicamentPainNoEffort to []>> <<set $predicamentEffortNoPain to []>> <<set $indexPredicament to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_predicament to [10]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Exercise ========= */ <<set $countExercise to []>> <<set $lastExerciseAction to []>> <<set $exerciseOutput to [ ]>> <<set $exerciseWork to []>> <<set $exerciseGiveItAll to []>> <<set $exerciseSlack to []>> <<set $exerciseTryToCum to []>> <<set $exerciseSurprise to []>> <<set $exerciseMistake to []>> <<set $indexExercise to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_exercise to [26]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Edge ========= */ <<set $countEdge to []>> <<set $lastEdgeAction to []>> <<set $edgeOutput to [ ]>> <<set $edgeClench to []>> <<set $edgeWhimper to []>> <<set $edgeDefy to []>> <<set $edgeSneakOrgasm to []>> <<set $edgeSubmit to []>> <<set $edgeSurprise to []>> <<set $edgeMistake to []>> <<set $indexEdge to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_edge to [8]>> <<set $slaveMaxArousal_edge to [15]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Blowjob ========= */ <<set $countBj to []>> <<set $lastBlowAction to []>> <<set $blowjobOutput to [ ]>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat to []>> <<set $blowjobTease to []>> <<set $blowjobLick to []>> <<set $blowjobSuck to []>> <<set $blowjobSurprise to []>> <<set $blowjobMistake to []>> <<set $indexBj to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_bj to [10, 10]>> <<set $masterMaxArousal_bj to [20, 10]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Anal ========= */ <<set $countAnal to []>> <<set $lastAnalAction to []>> <<set $analOutput to [ ]>> <<set $analPush to []>> <<set $analRelax to []>> <<set $analClench to []>> <<set $analSurprise to []>> <<set $analMistake to []>> <<set $indexAnal to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_anal to [10]>> <<set $masterMaxArousal_anal to [25]>> <<set $slaveMaxArousal_anal to [15]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Vaginal ========= */ <<set $countVaginal to []>> <<set $lastVaginalAction to []>> <<set $vaginalOutput to [ ]>> <<set $vaginalPush to []>> <<set $vaginalThrust to []>> <<set $vaginalSqueeze to []>> <<set $vaginalMistake to []>> <<set $indexVaginal to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_vaginal to [10]>> <<set $masterMaxArousal_vaginal to [10]>> <<set $slaveMaxArousal_vaginal to [10]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_PussyEating ========= */ <<set $countPE to []>> <<set $lastPussyEatingAction to []>> <<set $pussyEatingOutput to [ ]>> <<set $pussyEatingLap to []>> <<set $pussyEatingSuckClit to []>> <<set $pussyEatingDriveTongue to []>> <<set $pussyEatingMistake to []>> <<set $indexPE to -1>> <<set $masterMaxArousal_PE to [20, 10]>> <<set $maxFatigue_PE to [20, 10]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Pony ========= */ <<set $countPony to []>> <<set $lastPonyAction to []>> <<set $ponyOutput to [ ]>> <<set $ponyNeigh to []>> <<set $ponyPresent to []>> <<set $ponyHighStep to []>> <<set $ponyTrot to []>> <<set $ponyCanter to []>> <<set $ponyGallop to []>> <<set $ponyTease to []>> <<set $ponySurprise to []>> <<set $ponyMistake to []>> <<set $indexPony to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_pony to [10]>> <<set $slaveMaxArousal_pony to [10]>> /* ========= OneTimeInit_Pet ========= */ <<set $countPet to []>> <<set $lastPetAction to []>> <<set $petOutput to [ ]>> <<set $petBark to []>> <<set $petWhine to []>> <<set $petSitz to []>> <<set $petPlatz to []>> <<set $petRollOver to []>> <<set $petFetch to []>> <<set $petHump to []>> <<set $petPet to []>> <<set $petCuddle to []>> <<set $petSurprise to []>> <<set $petMistake to []>> <<set $indexPet to -1>> <<set $maxFatigue_pet to [10]>> <<set $slaveMaxArousal_pony to [10]>>

<> <<set $indexPunish +=1>> <<set $punishmentCollected to 0>> /* Need to use the widget below to finish the initialization <<initializePunishment>> $desiredmaxPain <</initializePunishment>> */ /* Use $punishmentCollected to gather interactively the correct amount of punishment needed */ <>

<> <<set $masterArousal to 0 >> <<set $slaveArousal to 0>> <<set $indexVaginal += 1>> <<set $countVaginal.push(0)>> <<set $lastVaginalAction.push("None")>> <<set $vaginalPush.push(0)>> <<set $vaginalThrust.push(0)>> <<set $vaginalSqueeze.push(0)>> <<set $vaginalMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $vaginalOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<> <<set $indexPredicament +=1>> <<set $countPredicament.push(0)>> <<set $lastPredicamentAction.push("None")>> <<set $predicamentPainNoEffort.push(0)>> <<set $predicamentEffortNoPain.push(0)>> /* <<set $predicamentOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<> /* <<initializePunishment>> max resilience of slavev to whip <</initializePunishment>> must be added before this is called */ <<set $slaveArousal to 0>> <<set $indexPony += 1>> <<set $countPony.push(0)>> <<set $lastPonyAction.push("None")>> <<set $ponyNeigh.push(0)>> <<set $ponyPresent.push(0)>> <<set $ponyHighStep.push(0)>> <<set $ponyTrot.push(0)>> <<set $ponyCanter.push(0)>> <<set $ponyGallop.push(0)>> <<set $ponyTease.push(0)>> <<set $ponySurprise.push(0)>> <<set $ponyMistake.push(0)>> <<set $slaveEffort_pony to [10]>> /* <<set $ponyOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<> /* <<initializePunishment>> max resilience of slavev to whip <</initializePunishment>> must be added before this is called */ <<set $slaveArousal to 0>> <<set $indexPet += 1>> <<set $countPet.push(0)>> <<set $lastPetAction.push("None")>> <<set $petBark.push(0)>> <<set $petWhine.push(0)>> <<set $petSitz.push(0)>> <<set $petPlatz.push(0)>> <<set $petRollOver.push(0)>> <<set $petFetch.push(0)>> <<set $petHump.push(0)>> <<set $petPet.push(0)>> <<set $petCuddle.push(0)>> <<set $petSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $petMistake.push(0)>> <<set $slaveEffort_pet to [10]>> /* <<set $petOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<> /* <<initializePunishment>> max resilience of slave to punishment <</initializePunishment>> must be added before this is called */ <<set $slaveArousal to 0>> <<set $indexEdge += 1>> <<set $countEdge.push(0)>> <<set $lastEdgeAction.push("None")>> <<set $edgeCount.push(0)>> <<set $edgeClench.push(0)>> <<set $edgeWhimper.push(0)>> <<set $edgeDefy.push(0)>> <<set $edgeSneakOrgasm.push(0)>> <<set $edgeSubmit.push(0)>> <<set $edgeSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $edgeMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $edgeOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<<set $var to "var">> <<set $wanted to "_a">> <<set $var_a to "var_a!!!!">> <<set $var_b to "var_b!!!!">> <<print $("var" + $wanted)>> <<set $achievementRequirements["testAchievement"] += 1>> /* <<set _randomSpoonSpanking to ["spoonSpanking1", "spoonSpanking2", "spoonSpanking3"].random()>> <<audio _randomSpoonSpanking play>> */ <<notify>> SURPRISE!! <</notify>> <<set _array to []>> <<set _array.push(0)>> array[0] = _array[0] isNaN(array[0]) = <<print isNaN(_array[0])>>

<> <<set $masterArousal to 0 >> <<set $indexPE +=1>> <<set $countPE.push(0)>> <<set $lastPussyEatingAction.push("None")>> <<set $pussyEatingLap.push(0)>> <<set $pussyEatingSuckClit.push(0)>> <<set $pussyEatingDriveTongue.push(0)>> <<set $pussyEatingMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $pussyEatingOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<<switch $P1_CA_yoga>> <<case 0>> The exercise session you went through has left you with questions upon questions. First above all: //since when Master is a yoga master?!?// It may seem a small thing. After all even people in long-lasting relationship keep tiny secrets from each other... and this whole adventure requires you __not__ to know a lot about Master's actions and whereabouts for the past several months. //But still!// He is a fitness nut, but he never showed a fascination or even the barest of knowledge in this yoga thing. And it didn't look like it was a fancy of the moment: Master was professional, expertly adjusting your posture this and that way, a true master of his field. You wanted answer about it, but between finally being out in the open and the relentless teasing of your poor pussy. you forgot to ask. So you have decided to try it for yourself, and here you are: trying to make more yoga inside your tiny, cozy cell. "Unnng...." '//Trying//' being the key word. Turns out, the answer to your unexpressed question is //no//: you cannot simply learn yoga by watching a few videos - or at least, //you// can't. What before seemed easy, with Master guiding you through the shifts and the movements, is now far more difficult and far more prone at leaving you panting in a pool of your own sweat, your muscles burning for little to no results. Certainly not <<if >>the fluidity that you have displayed in your hour of air. <</if>> [[For now, you need to rest.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_yoga += 1>> <<case 1>> You grunt, straining against the (small) flexibility f your limbs. "...how the hell... am I to do... this... //thing//?" you mumble through gritted teeth. In the end, you throw up the towel. Master made it look like it was easy, and you guess it //is// easy... if you know what you're doing. Unfortunately you ''don't'', nor you have Master's ability to get a whole skillset seemingly out of thin air. ...the mystery of how Master became an expert on the occult art of yoga is more pressing than ever, but the sorry state of your limbs makes you decide to stop punishing yourself in this way. But! [[You will solve the mystery|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]], or your name is not $name_sub! <<set $P1_CA_yoga += 1>> <<case 2>> Finding yourself in a heap on the ground tells you that //no//, that particular position was //not// done like this. Groaning, you untangle your limbs and lay on the floor, panting. //Fuck//, the Baby Happy Pose looked so easy... when Master was around! //I think I can safely conclude that he has //not// became a master at yoga by himself//, you think, looking blearly at the ceiling overhead. Which meant that he has sneaked lessons in private, as part of his preparations to set up this adventure. ...and you still haven't the foggiest idea about why. You groan, then (try to) get up. You will receive no answer by laying on the floor like that. For now, [[it is time to rest.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_yoga += 1>> <<default>> Many attempts at recreating the yoga poses of this afternoon (and the utter failures of said attempts...) taught you that it is far better to try certain things under professional supervision. Therefore, when the idea of trying again flashed in your mind, you sagely decided to beat it senselessly until it //left// your mind for better places. [[The last thing you need is to bonk your head in a fall!|Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</switch>>

The telephone rang //again//. (Not so) coincidentally, that was also the moment in which Sophie became officially ''pissed''. Taking the offending item in hand, she answered the call and hissed in the microphone: "Now listen me well, Carl: //I do not care one single iota// of what that nimpocoomp rich boy wants or threaten, either he brings his average to a full A or he is //out of the fucking Bondage Club//. Do you got me?" <font="Courier">//+ Errr... I'm John. +// Sophie stood still for a full minute, then she sighed and deflated on the armchair. "...my apologies. Today I have been inundated with unwanted calls. I may be a tad more irritable than usual." <font="Courier">//+ That I see... do you need a foot massage or something? +// he jokingly said. "No, I'm going to meet up with Kira... //after// this workday is over, unfortunately." Sophie took a deep breath and chased away all the bad thought, then asked: "Can I do something for you?" <font="Courier">//+ More like what I can do for you. You sent me a message but were not much clear. +// "Ah, yes. I was talking with one of the subjects of our little bet and he mentioned this authors... one a 'J. G. Leathers', at least I think, the other a 'thundershark' or something. Probably a nickname, but I do not know for which website. I was wondering if you knew anything about it." <font="Courier">//+ ...was it perhaps 'T-H-N-D-SHARK'? +// "Could be." she admitted. "Why? You know him? Her?" <font="Courier">//+ Definitely a //he//, and yes. +// An electronic sigh warbled into her ears. <font="Courier">//+ Look, it's pure permabondage fanwank and not my taste, but Kelly for //some// reasons likes their stories and has saved everything... somewhere. I'll ask her to send you a copy of her stash. Fair warning, they're not for the faint of hearts. +// Sophie snorted, faintly amused. "They say the same thing about me." she quipped. "John, thanks. I owe you one." <font="Courier">//+ Eeh, don't sweat it. Just... dunno, come at our next strip poker or something. +// "See you next Friday, then." <font="Courier">//+ ...wait a mo', how do you know- +// Sophie closed the call with a little smirk on her lips, then took a deep breath and slouched in the chair. She had needed the small moment of levity... and she //really// needed to destress a bit. The huge pile of paperwork on her desk begged to differ. With a loud sigh, Sophie put away any thoughts of [[smut writers|TMoF_01_pt3]] and armed herself with her trusty pen against the armies of the dastardly paperwork. Her old nemesis would not slain by itself, after all.

<<set $day to 3>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "cellOpened01" volume 1 play>><</if>> You smile as your ears, made sharp by the long silence, hear the door in the hallway opening. Silently you jump off your bed and kneel at the door, ready to be cuffed and made helplessness. "Already in position, inmate?" he comments, opening the slots in the cell door. "Good, good." You smile. "I am the very model of compliance, Master∼" you sing-song, teasingly. His amused huffs reaches you ears just before your wrists are encircled by metal. "Sure, sure." he drawls, putting the leg irons on your offered ankles. "A paragon of virtue, a champion of modesty, and any who says otherwise is a lying liar who lies." "Exactly so." You wiggle, delighted at the irremovable grip of your chains, then give Master a happy grin when he opens the door and looks down on you with a fond smirk. "Truly, I am so meek and obedient that you could as well take these chains away. I swear I will not do anything untoward. Honest∼" A flash of amusement blinks behind Master's eyes, and the man rubs his chin in faux contemplation. "Mmm, tempting..." Suddently his hand sprints toward you, gripping your hairs and pulling you toward him with a startled yelp. Your head is pulled against his leg, then manhandled upward as he bends down to loom over you. "...but //no//, slave." he whispers in your ear. You shudder, pussy beginning to drench under the cruel shield of your chastity belt. /*nipples hards as diamond against your uniform. */ "On your feet, prisoner." he then barks. Your nipples, hard as diamond against your uniform, are cruelly twisted to serve as grip when Master pulls you up on your feet, 'helping' you. "[[You have an appointment.|Sub_D02-7_E01_ToTheInfirmary]]" <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">>

<<set $slavePainThresholdDuringSex += 5>> In the end, he pulls out of you - and don't trust back in. You whimper and let your face sink in the mattress. Your ass is thankfull that it's over, //you// however are not. You failed<<if $outcomeSA.at(0) is "blowjob_unsuccessful">>, like yesterday<</if>>. Your first, your //primary// task is to give pleasure to Master, and he instead stopped because it was hurting you too much. He shouldn't have done it, he should have pushed through until after emptying himself in your body. Now instead he's pushing a lock of hair out of your face and kissing your naked shoulder. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Kissing shoulder.gif"></center> "...I can smell your self-recrimination, you know?" he says, gently, laying on top of you. You snort through the gag, then close your eyes. You hear a sigh, deep, exasperated, still full of love. His arms sneaks between the mattress and your chest and tummy, forcing you into a cuddle you don't deserve. "Slave, I know you are a very intelligent woman when you don't stubbornly ignore reality, so I will tell you only this one time: you do not have the permission to mope." declared Master. You mumble something quietly and got your nose poked in turn. "//Yes//, you're moping." he insisted, rubbing his face in your hairs. "Look, it's nothing drastic. I wanted to use you like the cumdump that you are and failed? Sure. It means that I'll train you up to standards and next time I'll pound that sweet ass into the mattress until I cover you in spunk. No biggie." In spite of your bleak mood, you snort - Master's tone simply too strange not to. "But for now, no moping. No one truly wants to see a slave moping. Moaning like a bitch in heat, yes. Crying because she didn't get to cum, also. Begging to be used some more, sure. But not moping." Two fingers grab your chin delicately and turn it aside, forcing your teary eyes to look at Master's deep ones. "Can you do that for me?" You smile around the ballgag, then [[nod|Sub_D01E03_Aftermath]].

<<set $achievementRequirements["ruined"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "ruined">> You start spasming against your chains as waves of pleasure rock your world, dragging you to the creast of a wonderful orgasm. You're close... you're //sooo// close- <center>''The sadist pulls out.'' <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, pull-out.gif"></center> You realize his dirty trick only when your ass clenches on nothing, trying desperately to get that small sliver of friction needed to truly get yourself off. You do crest over the peak of your orgasm, ''but only barely so'' - and then you plunge into an //abyss//. You chomp down on the ballgag between your teeth and scream, scream, //scream// your need to cum! Your pussy trembles, shaking so hard to make the rest of your body quiver on the spot - then you realize that you //can// tremble, that Master is not weighting you on the mattress anymore, and you look backward, wiggling your ass deliriously, moaning like a whore. Even you have no idea why you contort yourself in that way: maybe to invite him back inside? Or to headbutt his nose and mount him yourself? Only, you don't do any of those things: you just flop around, too horny to plan, to think properly about how to lure his cock back in you. And all the while, Master laughs his heart off your misfortunes and watches with ill disguised glee. "Greedy slut∼" he chuckles, pumping the last drips of his seed on your back. "Did you seriously believe that I would let you cum? Not a chance, slave. This is ''service'': something like that is taken for granted, not reason for a reward. Expecially one so big as an orgasm." <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, handcuffed, cumshot on back.gif"></center> Your last screams choke down on a horny whimper and you curl up in a fetal position, [[defeated|Sub_D01E03_Aftermath]].

Master gets up. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>You're mostly delirious for the ruined orgasm, so you realize it only after he slaps your ass and hauls you off the mattress by your hair. You end up on your knees - duh, it's your natural place - and rub your cheek on his leg, panting like a bitch in heat. Which you are. <</if>><<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>>He is gentle in handling you, almost as if to apologize for his treatment of you - which he //don't// have to do, it's his right to treat you as //he// and //he only// wishes, and that is before the tiny, ickle detail of your ''failure'' in getting him off. But Master is merciful, and his orders clear: no more moping. So you hold the sniffles and slid down on your knees, off the bed, as he wants. <</if>><<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_HeCums")>>He is slow, slower than you expect, and in spite of everything you grin around the ballgag between your teeth. //You// did this. It's because of //you// that he's so spent and wobbly on his feet∼! What slave wouldn't feel a surge of pride after wearing her Master out? His hands tug at your handcuffs and you follow the motion, sliding off the mattress and at his knees. It's your rightful place; it //feels// right. <</if>>The smile he gives you is <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_HeCums")>>lazy but <</if>> blinding. One hand lowers on your head seemingly without his conscious input, petting you, and you <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>rub hard against it.<<else>>lean into his touch.<</if>> This <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>amuses him, given that he laughs softly at the sight.<<else>>he likes, given that he chuckles at the sight.<</if>> It also earns you a reprieve from the gag... which is left to hang around your neck. <<set $bondage_gag to "None">> "And what have you learned now, slave?" he teases, rubbing your scalp. You smack your lips, swallowing what drool you can. "My place, Master?" The gentle twisting of your ear tells you that yes, the answer is correct... but the cheekiness in your voice was not. "Brat." he fondly says. "//Your// brat, Master." you reply back, looking at him with eyes full of love<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>> (if clouded with lust)<</if>>. "Oh, you're mine for sure." is the instant reply. "A brat..." He humms, looking at you with faux-condescency. "...well, there is still time to whip it off you." You smile. "But Master, if you whip my ass raw, how will you be able to fuck it senselessly?" you 'innocently' ask, eyes wide and eager. //This// time there is nothing gentle in the way Master twists your ear, and you hurriedly follow the path trailed by his fingers for your head: to the ground. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" you whimper. "I'll fuck this ass raw, seared and even medium rare if I so desire." growls Master, looming over you. His other hand grips your butt<<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>>and drags a pained hiss from your lips<</if>>, his fingers digging deeply in your <<switch $waistSize>><<case "waistSize_L">>large<<case "waistSize_S">>small<</switch>> ass. "It is __mine__, slave." You... //don't// nod, not with your ear hostage of Master's fingers. All you can do is to shake your ass, push it more into his hands, and reply with your submission: "It's yours, Master, and so I am." His hand grips tighter your quivering flesh for a moment or two, then it relents - after 'gifting' you with a parting slap, of course. "Good. Don't you ever forget your place again." //This// time you shake your head, pulling against the hold of Master on your ear - even if he almost immediately let it go. Your place. <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Dominance/Pose/Pose, kneeling while Master rubs her.gif"></center> Kneeling at Master's feet. His cum leaking out of your holes. Your body bound, shackled, gripped by cold metal and his warm fingers. And your soul, chained by something a lot more durable that mere metal. You smile at him, <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>drunk in pleasure and <</if>>content. Yes, you like your place. It's cozy and tailor made for you. Most of all, it is carved inside something very precious to you: "...I love you, Master." //your lover's heart.// His radiant smiles is a mirror of [[your own|Sub_D01E03_Question1]].

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<<set $achievementRequirements["ruined"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "ruined">> He smiles like the Cheshire cat, and your hearth flutters in fearful anticipation. Then his fingers are on you, and all else is forgotten. He pushes his index and middle finger inside your hungry cunt, two knuckles deep. All air leaves your lungs in a startled exhale - then his fingers curl inside you and you gargle air back with hoarse voice. His fingertips rubs against your inner walls, leisurely seeking your g-spot, and his thumb gently lay on your clit without moving further. You cannot resist anymore: squirming madly against your bondage, you speak. "M-master, I-I'm go//oooh//ing cra//aaa//zy!" "Mm, are you?" His eyes briefly flickers on your face, sweaty and contorted into a grimace. His fingers press right on the other side of his thumb - and your clit, now quivering incontrollably. You spasm and arch your back, straining against the chains, trying to rub against his hand. "//Masteer!//" you scream. His fingers leave your pussy alone. For one singular, splendid moment, you hang on the precipice of what could have been one of the best orgasms of your life. Then you fall - crumbling into the abyss of the harshest ruined one you can ever remember. <center><img src="images/Part 01/Ruined orgasm, naked pussy trembling.gif" wifth=400></center> You //howl// as your failed relief tears its way off your cunt, leaving behind only desperation and ruins. You thrash and scream, buckling wildly in his grasp, straining against the tinkle of your chains to bring your hands on your pussy and finish the job before it's too late. You fail. One spasm, two, then you go fully past the orgasm-that-never was and all your strength flee you. All that you can do is sob, tremble and collapse in a puddle, while Master [[locks you back in the belt|Sub_D01E02_Aftermath]] and then cuddles with you, whispering sweet nothing in your ears.

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Eventually you stop crying. He doesn't stop holding you tight, though. The two of you stay there, awkwardly sprawled on the yoga mat: he enveloping you with his strong arms, occasionally shifting a lock of hairs our of your face or rubbing his fingers on your scalp; you trembling and shivering, legs twitching against the restriction of your hobble, hands clawing uselessly at your chastity shield. After a while, Master kisses you on top of your head. "Feeling better?" he asks. You nod, still shaking from the tremendous ruin. "...that was evil." is all that comes out of your mouth. He huffs. "And you loved it." You blush, but nods. Yes, even if it felt (and still feels) //terrible//, you loved it. It was cruel, it was evil, it was harsh and unfair - and most of all, it was precisely what you have asked for. No mercy. No half-measures. Only her place, and Master's boot on her neck to push her where you belong. No choice except for being broken down and remolded as he better wanted. You shudder and once again scrape your fingers against the metal covering your pussy. That is the signal for Master to grab your hands and once again cuff you behind your back, ignoring your needfull whines. "[[Come|Sub_D01E02_Shower]], prisoner." he orders you, dragging you on your feet. "Time to go."

Turns out that //no//, you cannot talk about this. <center><img src="images/Part 01/Shower, parade rest near wall, sprayed with water.gif"></center> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "waterHose" volume 1 play>><</if>> The jet of water is //cold//, after so much time spent sweating under the sun, and quickly you begin to shiver. <<if $P1_CA_inspectCell>=3>>It is not as bad as you feared: the strange anomaly in the cell temperature that you noticed before is at work in this cubicle too. Still, you don't like it, you don't like it //one bit//, and between a splutter and another you cannot but empathize with those cat that faced similar predicaments on Youtube.<<else>>You don't like it, you don't like it //one bit//, and between a splutter and another you cannot but empathize with those cat that faced similar predicaments on Youtube.<</if>> Once you are reduced to a pitiful, drenched being covered in goosebumps and wet hairs, Master takes a bottle of shower gel and a strange stick with a sponge attached to it. Under your baffled eyes, the man quickly rinses the sponge with the hose and sprays a generous amount of shower gel on it, squishing the sponge until the gel becomes foam. You don't understand what the tool is for until Master flips the stick, pressing the foamed sponge end against you, and begins scraping. <center><img src="images/Part 01/Shower, crotch soaped like car wash.gif"></center> It is one of the most humiliating experiences of your life, being washed the same way as a //car// would. It also <<if has("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>>makes your cunt drool again, unrepentant even after being treated so horribly. The sponge is slick with soap, yet the barest friction on it is well enough to fire up your nerves and make you moan on your gag.<<else>>reignites the fire in your cunt. Your Master is not washing your body, he's cleaning an object. His brushing is impersonal, perfunctory: under that sponge you are a //thing//. <</if>> You start squirming, unable to help yourself. Your crotch humps the sponge when it passes over, not that you get anything out of it: both you and the cleaning tool are simply too soapy and slippery. The move is noticed by your Master, who stops the scrubbing to deliver a couple of hearthy slaps on your tits. You squeal, pained, and are rewarded with more hits. "Bad. Slave." he says, underlying every word with a slap. "Who do you belong to?" "Aou, maheea." you say, gritting your teeths on the insert protruding from the panel gag. "And who does your pleasure belong to?" Master asks again. "...aou, maheea." you say again, eyes lowering to the ground in shame. He doesn't allow it: his fingers grip your chin and force an eye contact that makes you shiver. "<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 2>>[[Don't forget it.|Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating]]<<else>>[[Don't forget it.|Sub_D01E02_Dried]]<</if>>" he warns.

<> [[Look at you.|Sub_D01_BodyObserve]] [[Look around you.|Sub_D01_CellObserve]] <<if $P1_CA_masturbate is 0>> [[Inspect the chastity belt.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <<else>> [[Try to masturbate.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectCell >= 2 && hasVisited("Sub_D01_MattressEvent") is false>> [[Try a bad idea.|Sub_D01_MattressEvent]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectBody >= 2>> [[Your mind is starting to wander...|Sub_D01_Reminishing]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 150 >> /* i.e. from 8.30am onward */ [[Maybe meditation will help pass the time?|Sub_D01_Meditate]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 225 >> /* i.e. from 10am onward */ [[A nap would do you good|Sub_D01_Nap]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 435 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 13.15am onward */ [[You are curious about yoga...|Sub_D01_Yoga]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 615 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 4.15pm onward */ <a data-passage="Sub_D01_SubReflect">Master was really focused on putting you in your place, before...</a> <</if>> <>

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The telephone rang. Cursing a storm, the man lowered the flame under the pan and checked that it could stay like that without the food spoiling - fried vegetables were //a bitch// to make, with all the preparations involved, and he most certainly didn't want to repeat everything a second time! Reassured on the state of his kitchen, he quickly wiped his hands of eventual grease smears and grabbed the handset, nestling between ear and shoulder. "Hello?" <font="Courier">//+ Hello. It's Sophie. Can you talk? +// "Oooh, sensei, nice to hear you." His eyes glanced at the rest of the kitchen... "Technically yes, but if I don't focus on cooking in the next ten minutes I will be better served ordering take-out." <font="Courier">//+ Mn. +// Ah. //That// was not her happy hum. <font="Courier">//+ I'll try to be quick then. I have finally managed to read the writings of the two authors you name-dropped last time. I have... concerns. +// "Well, this talk //definitely// will take more than ten minutes." He shifted the headset - clearly he had __not__ wiped all the grease away, the fucker was slippery as hell! "The short version is: my sweetie knows that those are fantasies, but finds them hot. Like, //really// hot." He briefly shook the pan, not quite flipping the half-fried chunks of vegetable in the air but still shuffling them a bit; it would help with keeping the cooking even. <font="Courier">//+ Hot enough to recreate them as much as possible. +// was the dry reply. "Mm. Precisely." He switched focus on the second pot, this one full of water, and lowered the flame here too: it wasn't about to boil, not nearly close, but better safe than sorry. "She likes the idea of unfairness and being forced a lot. I blame you for this, by the way." <font="Courier">//+ ...whut. +// "Oh? You don't know∼?" He smiled - ha! Not many times he could needle his old mentor this way. "When I asked how she got this kink, she pointed the finger at you. Something about the way the two of you met. Sooo... how the two of you met?" His grin was unseen, but felt in his voice. "Every time I ask, she blushes red down to her tits and start stammering nonsense." <font="Courier">//+ ...what. +// He smirked. Oh, what a pity that this wasn't a video call.

<<masteraudio stop>> <<if visited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")>> The drying was rough. Master scrubbed your skin with a towel. It was hard and ruvid, and pickled deliciously at your pointy nipples... and at your swollen and pained clit in a way that is //not// as pleasant as you'd wish. Then, when you've been throughtly dried off and your skin feels raw, Master puts the chastity belt back on you - to your liking, for once: the metal shield will protect from more than //your// fingers. It is then the time to put the uniform on. <<else>> The drying was rough. Master scrubbed your skin with a towel. It was hard and ruvid, and pickled deliciously at your pointy nipples and at your horny cunt. Then, when you've been throughtly dried off and your skin feels raw, Master puts the chastity belt back on you to your disappointment. Master chuckles at your huff of disappointment and playfully slap your thigh. "Needy, slut~" he says, fondly, and you blush: it's not like you can object, even without the gag, right? With a smirk, Master proceedes to put your uniform back on. <</if>> The process is the same as before, only in reverse: your limbs are freed one at time, the cloth pulled in the right direction, then soon after the shackles are affixed to the wrist or ankle recently freed. At no point you have any chances whatsoever... something that doesn't fail in making you squirm on the spot. And then, instead of taking the gag off, your Master pinches your chin between thumb and index and lift your head, [[staring into your eyes|Sub_D01E02_Love]]. <<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">>

<<masteraudio stop>><<set $achievementRequirements["betaTester"] += 1>><<set $lastAchievementPossible to "betaTester">> You nod, feeling your cheeks burning in shame and arousal both - as //always//, when Master is being particularly domineering. Surprisingly, he doesn't release your chin: instead he lifts an eyebrow, as if disbelieving you. "You won't forget, slave?" he asks, rubbing a thumb across your lips and the ball stretching them. You do your best to shake your head, but his grip is steady. "Oo, maheea." you claim. He humms. "Then why did the cameras catch you trying to defeat your chastity belt?" //You freeze.// "The way I see, you've got trouble remembering who this pussy belongs to..." he muses, staring at you with hard eyes. "Perhaps a reminder would be best?" You gulp. The look in Master's eyes is cold, unforgiving and merciless. There is no room for negotiation in that gaze, and none you can give: the panel gag wrapped around your face ensures that nothing that escapes your mouth will be understandable. You can't defend yourself or offer any resistance, shackled spread-eagle as you are. And none you want to want to offer, because Master is //right//. His other hand slides down your wet body, causing goosebumps wherever his fingers touch. Soon he is at your navel, then down at your mound... and then he touches your pussy lips, fluttering in delighted apprehension. You moan under his inquisitive gaze, and tremble as his fingers reach your clit, long peeking out of the safety of its hood, and grasp it. Slowly his lips curve into an evil smirk. Then he //squeezes//. Your eyes cross for the pain. A guttural scream erupt from your throat and you convulse - only for the pain on your clit to //triple//, strangling both your howl and your contortions in their track. Desperately you girate your hips and push them forward, hoping to lessen the strain on your nub, but your Master is merciless and merely pulls his fingers back - and the pain begins anew. You look at him with eyes watering in pain, mewling gibberish around the ball gag. His eyes drank in your pain and tears; he //smiles//, and his fingers don't relent even as you begin to tremble on the spot. Then he rolls your squished clit between his fingers, slowly, and you ''scream'' - a loud shriek that you vomit from your lower lungs - //it hurts//, damnit! - you try to be as still as possible, knowing any movements will simply pull more at your clit - //ithurtsithurtsithurts!// - you are shredding tears that you blink away fast, your throat closing off - ''//ITHURTSITHURTS!!!//'' - Master looks straight at you and- -he releases your nub, and you collapse in the embrace of the chains. You breathe deeply through the drool and the snot, heaving as he grabs a breast in his hand and squeezes with the gentleness that your poor clit is fervently envying. "I trust that this will not be needed again, slave." says Master, rubbing the back of a hand on your cheek. You [[nod|Sub_D01E02_Dried]], eyes lowered to the ground. You've learned your lesson.

Finding your hand bumping against the metal shield between your legs brings you back to when you realized how being treated unfairly clicked with you. You were young, back then... a couple of weeks after being admitted at the Bondage Club, if your memory is not failing you, and long before meeting Master. You remember to have been short on cash, even if not the reason why. The normal jobs around the college were not much interesting or well paid, but the maid quartiers of the Bondage Club needed a few more bodies to act as servant for a meeting of high-end members. Given the choice between serving at a coffee shop the aftenoons, or spending one day in a kinky maid outfit being played with by a whole room of dominators? Yeah, not much of a decision. And you loved it. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Reminishing - maid.gif"></center> It was nothing more than tottering from the kitchen to the table bringing plates and drinks, but //boys// did it make you horny to parade in front of a dozen doms in a skimpy latex maid outfit, handcuffed and ballgagged. You spent the whole dinner blushing like a maiden, squealing every time a hand groped your tits over the tight latex dress or spanked your ass, and rubbing your thighs against each others. ...the hells were hell, though. And some other girls went around in //ballet boots!// You still cannot walk straight in those infernal devices ''now'', with Master occasionally training you in them, nevermind back then! But the part that you remember more strongly, the one which hooked on orgasm denial? That went //after// the dinner. Because the job offer gave the opportunity to serve as entertainment... and you signed on it. You caught the eye of one one of the doms, at the time. A jerk who never managed to hook up with a submissive for more than six months, and for good reasons, but you didn't know at the time. Nor did you cared: you were in the Club for the sex, not in search of a stable relationship, at the time. He had you bent on the table, skirt pulled over, your hands gripped in the small of your back, his plunging two fingers in and out your cunt. He was spewing the usual unoriginal drivel on how you were a slut, you wanted it, you were creaming for him, and so on and so forth. Admittedly you //were// wet, but it was most because of the sheer humiliation in being fucked in public than any skills on the jerk's part. What was worst, when he finally got around in actually fucking you, he wasn't even much skilled at it. In and out he went, with animal grunts worthy of a pig, and for when he finally came close to cumming you were still far from the finishing line. You squealed, trying to get his attention, and finally managed to make him understand that you need more to cum. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Reminishing - maid spanked.gif"></center> He laughed, spanked your ass and said: "Cum? A worthless slut like you don't deserve to cum!" Then the jerk pulled out, leaving your pussy to flutter empty, and shot ropes of cum on your back. Leaving you hanging, and panting, while he went strutting somewhere else. And then another dom, a woman this time, went near your moaning self and played you like a violin. Time after time she bought you to the edge, only to then deny you at every turn. She made you //delirious//, then exploited your new state of mind for all it was worth it. You begged, you called yourself names, you ate her out, and when //finally// you had made everything she asked for and then some more... she too said that you didn't deserve to cum, claiming some non-existant mistake on your side. And smirked, devilishly, as you squirmed in helpless arousal. The mistress became later one of your friends, the jerk was quickly forgotten, but the sheer //unfairness// of what that woman made you go through...! That you [[never forgot...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>>

You remember the first time you discovered your prison kink. You were about... three months in your relationship with Master? Four? Something like that. You were being a brat and he made an off-hand comment about how "brattines should be illegal." Of course you pushed him forward, unable as always to leave alone such a hook, and sassed him about how he couldn't do a thing about it because "you don't have the authority∼". Less than sixty seconds later, you were stuffed in a closet with handcuffs on your wrists and a ballgag in your mouth. There was no light in the closet, little air thanks to all the clothes and other knickknacks, and //nothing// to do. The best you could do was giving a shoulder-shove to the closed door, and the one time you did that Master opened the door, spanked your ass raw and put you back in the closet, with the nice addition of an ankle hobble that put you in a kneeling hogtie. A closet was a poor imitation of a prison cell, as the one you were trapped within reminded you, [[but it made your mind dreams...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>>

Your mind stays idle, vague fragments of your past flashing by, none catching your attention long enough by themselves. You remember about John's birthday next month. You've already bought a gift, but you also promised Kelly to help her with the cake (and ensuring she doesn't put the kitchen on fire //again//...) and now you don't know if you'll manage, what with being reconditioned as a slave. Maybe you can serve as entertainment instead...? But you cannot know for sure, and beside it would not be up to you. Part and parcel of being a slave, of course. There is a jolt of unease as you realize that you probably will have to give back the membership card for the public library. You //fought// for that card, what with the harpy masquerading as a librarian inventing excuse after excuse to deny you that tiny thing. It's not as if you had forgot to give back the book you loaned, on the contrary, you have always been prompt and careful. It irks you not to know why the harridan has it for you... and it irks more to give her that victory. A passing thought intrudes, the memory of a shopping run you utterly botched last week. This one draws a chuckle out of you: here you are, shut in prison<<if $bondage_wrist != "None">>, chained as you are<</if>>... and you think about //groceries//, of all things! Aaah, boredom, your old mate: always ready to join your self-bondage sessions, or when Master tied and stashed you somewhere quiet. [[Time passes|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] slowly... <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>>

"This is the mock-up version." Mark's hands twirled at impressive speed, twisting the copper device this and that way a dozen directions per second. It was like seeing one of those videos of korean kids solving Rubrick cubes in five seconds flat, only real time and with an object that was far less suited to those kind of prestidigitation. "I practically had to put a smart watch inside it - sure helps that you were truthful when you said 'no budget', this little thingie costs //a lot//." The twirling stopped; now the chastity belt prototype was turned toward you, allowing you to see the inside. "First. See the locking array? Where the waist band and crotch strap join?" Mark pointed at the inside of the vertical band. "I made this part thicker that I could have done, made a cavity on the inside - it's this tab here. It will be covered by the padding at the end, so it won't show. Here's where the electronics is." You bent forward to "...it's bloody tiny." you said. "Seems difficult to think that this can hold something." "Wasn't easy." Mark grinned. "I had to use some pretty small components, or make them myself. But here it is. One GPS tracker, one accellerometer, on gyroscope and one magnetometer - the true things, not that shitty chips they put in our phones." You blinked, then stared at his far more technologically inclined friend. "...Mark, you are a miracle worker and all should praise your genius. That said, I understood maybe one word in three - and they are most articles." The burly man deadpanned, then sighed. "...this belt will tell you where your //beau// is and how she has moved her hips. Understood now?" "Aaaaah. Got it." You nodded. Then Mark's words actually entered your brain and you frowned at the blacksmith. "Wait, this thing tells me what?" Mark sighed. "[[This will take a while...|TMoF_02_pt3]]"

You stared at Mark's phone, fiddling with the app, still unbelieving. Yet here it was, a mock-up of a female body with a chastity belt on her hips, stricking an improbable pose. The same pose held by the mannequin in front of your eyes. "...how." you managed to say. Mark grinned. "Wasn't me, surprisingly enough. A boy in the informatic department did it: he wants to be a 'forensic analist', or whatever is the exact term for the eggheads that tell the cops how shit went, and he wanted to see what exactly you can do with all the data that your phone's sensors acquire. Turns out, the answer is ''a lot''." "That I can see." You manipulated the mannequin with a hand, forcing it to bend forward, and was rewarded with seeing the mock-up showing the movement. "It doesn't show the arms, though." "Of course it doesn't, how could it? The sensors are in the belt!" "Sounds logic." you admitted. "It's the same for the head, right?" "Duh. You'd need a collar with the same electronics for it." You stared at Mark. Mark stared at you. You lifted an eyebrow. "...seriously?" Mark rubbed his face, smearing it with grease. "Geez, man, exactly //how much// kinky is your beau?" "Actually, she wanted to put RFID tags inside her body." you distractedly said, busy fiddling with the app. "She //WHAT?!//" ---- After a long discussion on what exactly were the details of the fantasy that you were trying to recreate for your submissive (and the reassurance that no, you didn't approve of her most extreme tendencies), Mark had grumbled something unflattering and scribbled 'making hi-tech collar' in a little notepad filled to the brim with notes. "Plus ankle and wrist cuffs." The blacksmith gave you the gimlet eye. "Don't look at me like that. You know she'll ask for them anyway." "Do you want me to throw a chastity bra in it, since we're at it?" snarked Mark. You looked at Mark. "You are kidding me." You stared some more. "...you're //not// kiddin' me." Mark rubbed his face with a hand and groaned with gusto. "Fuck, man, that's going to be heavy on your wallet." "Happy wife, happy life." You shrug - yes, it would cost, but you are financially secure and neither you or your submissive are prone to fanciful purchases, the current expenses notwithstanding. You could afford it. "Yeah, I'm going to stay alone with my money if it's the same with you... fucking whipped..." "What was that?" "[[Nothing.|TMoF_02_pt4]]"

<<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "vanStart" volume 0.75 play goto "Sub_D00_Drive">><</if>> You don't know where you are going. This adventure was born from the imagination of you two both, but there are many key details you naturally have to be unaware of if you are to enjoy your enslavement process in its fullest. Where you will be broken and how much time it will take are among the most important. Yet you wonder, as per both of your intents. Master is relatively rich and the both of you have many friends willing to help in the BDSM community, so you've spoiled for choices. Your friend Mark has a machinery shop that makes fantastic cuffs under the table... and a warehouse with a tiny BDSM prison. John and Kelly have made their home in a secret heaven for bondage obsessed, they have many tricks to transform the most innocent of places and appliances in kinky traps for the unwary, the willing and the private couple. Alice was a given, you and Master have long fantasized on poking your body with piercings, never fully agree on a sufficiently torturous set for you. Sophie... You shudder. Yeah, if he asked for help from Sophie you're //fucked//. Ultimately, all you can do is [[speculate.|Sub_D00_Drive][$slaveEffort += 1]]

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//"Aaah, aaaahh, //aaaah∼" <center> <img src="images/Epilogue/Fucked from behind.gif"></center> Someone finally switched off the tv, silencing the... thing. "...oh my God." moaned Abigail, burying her head in her hands. "I want to die." Jonathan politely cleared his throat. His eyes were still on the screen, now black. "Isn't that a bit melodrammatic?" Abigail honest-to-god //growled//. "//No//, Jonathan, it is not melodrammatic after seeing mom getting ''sodomized in front of a camera''." "Don't forget her loving the shit out of it..." said Jack, from the other side of the couch. Jonathan closed his eyes and prayed to be delivered from- "JACK!!" ...of course he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. He was the elder brother, right? The one eternally cursed to deal with the antics of his younger siblings, nevermind that the youngest was in his thirties by now. "What!? Am I the only one that saw her squirting all over the place?" Jonathan sighed and slouched on the couch, eyes closed. Distantly he heard the sound of an elbow burying itself into the soft flesh of a gut and pained squeals, together with the usual ruffling of clothes of a scuffle. Family. What joy. "I remind you that we are here to divide between us the earthly possessions of our departed parents." he said, tone utterly flat. "Not to cause one another a head trauma." "Y-yeah! Heard that, Abi?" "//GO DIE IN A FIRE!!//" Jonathan sighed, then took the remote and restarted the video. Immediately the sound of gagged moaning in 4K definition took over the living room, stopping the tussle where his word bounced off their thick skulls. ...at least those blasted videos were useful for something. "S-stop that thing!" He turned and gave a deadpan look at his blushing sister. "Stop fighting and I will." Abigail hesitated, then sighed and released Jack from his noogie. And then she sat on the couch with a huff and pouted. "Now that we are acting as the mature men and woman that we actually are..." Jonathan summarily ignored the "Are we really?" from Jack. "...we need to see if there are other... sex tapes." Jack scoffed. "Of course there are others!" His younger brother sat back on an armchair and put his scuffled clothes back in order. "Our parents are kinky as hell... well, were." he corrected, face darkening at the reminder. "At a wager, I'd say klismaphilia, autagonistophilia, forniphilia, stigmatophilia..." "Not everyone is a sex freak like you, Jack!" sniped Abigail, interrupting the undoubtedly long listing. "Talk english, for once." "BDSM lover, thank you very much." was the instant, and utterly unnecessary, reply. "And please, I know your history search at high school, so don't act all haughty and mighty now." //This// time Abigail didn't throw herself at Jack. Mostly because Jonathan had caught her by the shoulder, physically preventing her to do so. "Elaborate, Jack, if you would." Jack rolled his eyes at Jonathan's tone. "Alright, I'll give you the six years old version. Most people who experiment a bit and make a recording or two? They hide them. We found this DVD in the bookshelf of the living room, in plain view!" His asshole brother, who this time managed to actually have a point, spread his arms and looked expectantly at them. "So I'll take an educated guess and say that the other DVDs? They //also// have kinky shit on them." Abigail turned her head toward him. "Jonathan? I need a pinch: Jack is making sense, so either I am dreaming or the end is nigh, and I would like to know which is true." "Oh ah ah." deadpanned Jack. "Very funny." "...the end is nigh." said Jonathan, musing at the //big// bookshelf surrounding the tv set in their parents' living room. "Definitely [[the end is nigh.|Epilogue 3 pt1]]"

[[You look at the mirror...|Description]] [[You think at what you achieved...|AchievementList]] [[You remember how you made yourself what you are...|The Making of Files]] [[You meditate on how your path changed...|Changelog]] [[You wonder at your dexterity with one hand...|One-handed navigation]] [[You realize how kinky your life is...|Disclaimer]]

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<<set $bondage_gag to "None">> There are moments, in the life of two people who love and understand each other, in which words don't matter. In which the bond is such, no word is needed. In which communication is istantaneous and saying //I love you// is as simple, as easy, as looking someone into their eyes. This is one of those moments. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Panelgagged and looking at Master, resized.jpg"></center> You know that Master is not as invested in this fantasy as you are. You know that he likes mental domination and cuddling more than harsh bondage and humiliation. You know that he thinks you are moving too fast, that you are not respecting your limits. Yet he spent money, favours and months of efforts (or maybe even more) to give you this experience. You melts in his grip, wishing for the first time to be free - not because you like freedom, but to hug Master and give him the cuddle he is longing for. The gag in your mouth may stop you from talking, but your eyes say it all: //I love you//. Master smiles, lovingly, and rubs his thumb along the leather covering your jaw. "Time to go back in cell, inmate." he softly says. //I love you too.// You smile - an act visible only from the crinkling at the corner of her eyes - and gently push against his hand. He allows it, then schools his face back into the one of the stern warden and grips your arm. You ==skip along Master== //are dragged by Master// back in the hallway and frog-marched back toward the familiar slab of metal closing your cell shut. Your face and chest are pressed against the door, then your warden unbuckles and takes away the panel gag gripping your face. The droll coming out of your mouth, of course, is left to splatter on your chest. Only then Master opens the door and pushes you inside, closing the entrance behind you with a mighty //<<link "clang" "Sub_D01E02_BackInCell">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>><</if>> <</link>>//. <<silently>> [[Sub_D01E02_BackInCell]] <</silently>>

<<switch $choice>> <<case 1>> As your eyes linger on the barred door, your mind wanders at your first meeting with the man who stole your heart. The two of you met through the she-devil that got you addicted at being treated unfairly, Sophie. She was his... tutor? Teacher? You don't know the terminology, but it was she who guided him into the world of BDSM and domination. You don't remember exactly //what// excuse she invented to craft your first meeting with Master. Was it a BDSM meet-and-greet in which only you three managed to arrive? An unexpected problem that forced her to give up on meeting her? Whatever it was, it is lost in the passage of time. You //haven't// forgot how you blushed when you realized that the whole thing had been invented to bring you //and him// alone in the same room. He had been gallant about it, rolling his eyes and muttering about "...noisy meddlesome teachers who like to play matchmaker..." before doing his best to put you at ease. And he succeed, too. You were such a shy thing, at the time. Somehow he managed to get under your shell. You found yourself smiling in his company, then laughing at some of his more outlandish tales - your naive, past self believing that they were invented, and not true tales coming from the depth of human stupidity. There had been no sex that day, nor any allusions or protocols. It was just... a date. A common, lovely date with a handsome man who managed to pierce through her insecurities and make her feel good in his company. [[It was the beginning of a fairy tale...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<silently>> <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>> <<if $P1_CA_rememberMaster == 0>> <<set $P1_CA_rememberMaster += 1>> <</if>><</silently>> <<case 2>> Surprisingly, it has been //you// who started it. Of course you knew that Master was heavily into BDSM. The 'velied' allusions of Sophie, ever so flittering around them, revealed clearly enough that she thought the two of you would be quite compatible on the sexual side. His house, once you was invited in, further displayed subtle clues: being friend with John and Kelly, you knew where to look for hidden anchor points and 'decorations' sturdy enough to support the weight of a human being. Yet up until that point the man had never even hinted at his interests, his kinks, his desires, even as he invited you in his home, queried about your life, offered you dinner... And then one day, while dining at his place, you blurted out: "Do you like to tie up women?" <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Reminishing - Candlelight dinner.gif"> </center> Master stopped talking, surprised at the interruption - or the nature of it, more probably. Unsurprisingly, the reaction at his flabbergasted gaze was to blush madly, from the tip of your ears to your neck. "I-I mean, I guess you do, it's just... you never talk about it." "Mn." was the eloquent answer. "I see. Well, yes, I do enjoy tying women up." He eyed you contemplatively, making a small shiver go down your spine. "And I haven't talked about it because I dislike forcing the topic... unlike a certain meddlesome mentor of mine." "Ah." You looked away, feeling your embarassment even more. "But since you breached the topic, I guess you are curious, correct?" A nod was the only reply you could give. And then he put a finger under your chin, gently turning your face toward his. "None of this now." he said, gentle but firm. "Curiosity is not a sin." You had blinked owlishly, at his words - but most importantly, at being so casually touched. You were still unaccustomed to the casual manipulation of your body in which Master oh so likes to indulge, at the time. "We haven't talked about our respective limits, so this is what will happen." His finger left your chin, leaving a trail of fire along your skin. "We will not have sex today, we will not get naked, I will merely tie you. While I fetch a few coils of rope, you will call a friend and tell them where you are. Then I will bundle you up, and afterward we will discuss where we will go next." You raised an eyebrow, a bit peeved. "If I didn't trust you, I would not have come in your house." "You trusted me not to give you accidental food poisoning," chided Master, "trusting another one while you're helpless in his house takes more than a few dates." //Dates//, the magical word: neither of you had given an official title to your outings, and hearing this from his lips both made it more ufficial and made you tingle with some strange mix of emotion. The latter was probably the reason you obeyed so meekly when merely minutes before you felt so irritated... and a good thing it was! The bondage itself had been nothing special: just a rope handcuff tie pinning your wrists behind your back, with another coil of rope cinched around your ankles. Rather tame compared to your usual play, both at the Club and solo. Maybe it had been the anticipation left simmering by Sophie's teasing and cooked slowly at each outing with that captivating man. Maybe the intriguing possibility of a long lasting BDSM partner. Maybe you were merely horny, that night. But when the rope fell away, after a couple hours of confortable struggling, and he asked... "Now, do you want more?" ...the only answer you could give was a huge, [[beaming smile.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<silently>> <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>> <<if $P1_CA_rememberMaster == 1>> <<set $P1_CA_rememberMaster += 1>> <</if>><</silently>> <</switch>> /* ...in hindsight, having Sophie as mentor explained many a thing. That you [[never forgot...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>> */

//The screen blurs as the video is fast-forwarded, then sets again.// "This reminds me." //Mark checks his notepad again.// "The transport of our inmate began at ten oh oh in the morning and ended up somewhere around six in the afternoon - that's eight hours of travel, by the by. Did she ate a lot at breakfast, did you make her miss two meals...?" //The burly man waved his hands around, prompting the warden. // "Mm. Yes and no." //The collared woman smirked.// "How informative∼" //The warden rolls his eyes.// "If you'd let me explain... so. She did ate a big breakfast at the start... even if I had to practically order her to eat, she was very nervous at the beginning... but the real answer is the milkshake." "...the milkshake." //deadpans Mark. On his side, the lips of the uncollared woman tilts upward. // "The milkshake." //The warden nods, powering through the incredulity coming from the others thanks to the power of obliviousness.// "It is actually something invented by our resident nurse, Sophie, and will play a significant role in Phase 2." //The warden waves at the uncollared woman, a primly woman who is now smiling sardonically.// "I asked her help in making a realistic 'slave feed'... a slurry that a slave could eat long-term without problems, taste - or poo made afterward. The milkshake was made of slave feed mixed with an energy drink for drinkability and the the electrolites." //In the background, the collared man wordlessly mouths the world 'drinkability'.// "Then I believe the follow-up question is obvious." //cheerfully claims the burly man, turning toward Sophie.// "Hit us with the details, Soph." "Call me 'Soph' again and I will castrate you." //retorts 'Soph'... with the same tone of voice that one has when discussing the weather.// "The slave feed is a mix of soylent and some other nutrients designed to give an individual everything he or she needs to tackle a physically active day." //she explained.// "It needs to be tailored for sex, age, body type and previous clinical history, so it's not something that one can start without the help and advice of a nutritionist or a dietologist, but once all the arrangements and evaluations are made, it significantly cuts down the time spent on feeding and cooking." "And it tastes like shit." //grumbles good-naturely the man with a paired collar, speaking out loud for the first time.// "And it tastes like shit." //agreed Sophie.// "Even if the taste was secondary." "It seems that this prison experience will be a loooot more realistic than people at home probably imagine." //says Mark.// "Can I assume without spoilering that this will feature heavily in the training of our slave downwards?" "''My'' slave." //corrects the warden.// "And yes, Phase II will involve slave feed in many, nifty ways." //Mark's eyebrows shot upward.// "Phase II? Like the MCU?" //The warden snorts.// "Sure, why not? I'm Iron Man!" "Eeeeh... with the way she makes you go soft, you'd better change name∼" //quipped the collared woman.// [[Go to the next video.|TMoF_06_pt3]] [[Shut off the tv.|The Making of Files]]

The sound of Master opening the door of your cell, as always, bring a smile to your face. It strains a bit when you see Master //not// smiling. "...Master?"

<<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "waistChainAndHandcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> <<set $day to 5>> <</silently>> "Uhm... Master?" He smirks, the jerk, looking at you smugly. It is time for your hour of air, and as always you're in your customary accessories for any kind of travel: a pair of handcuffs locked around your wrists, a nice transport chain that pins them in the small of your back, leg irons around your ankles, and a firm hand gripping your arm tightly. The same arm that now has stopped you from reaching the door to the walled courtyard, where your yoga lessons have been. Your question is not answered. Instead, Master takes a blindfold from a pocket and puts it on you, plunging you into [[darkness|Sub_D02-7_E02_Blindfolded][set $bondage_blindfold to "leatherBlindfold"]].

Whatever programs you had, they were destroyed by the most surprising of sources: the sound of the foghorn tearing through the blissfull silence of your cell. "Surprise inspection, inmate" 'esplained' Master.

<<if visited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")>> You kneel and assume the position, shuffling backward closer to the metal door, but no panel opens to allow Master to remove your chains. Instead he chuckles, visibly amused. "...uhm, Master?" you ask, querulous. Did he forget about the handcuff...? Admittedly it seems rather //weird//, but- "Inmate. Do pray tell me.... do you really think your naughty fingers deserve to be free to roam around?" You gulp, finally understanding, then lower your head. "...no, Master." "As I thought." His boots loudly march off, slowly becoming fainter and fainter. "See you later, slave. [[Don't go anywhere∼|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 60]]" <<else>> You kneel and shuffle backward against the metal door, and are quickly freed from your chains. Master's touch lingers on your arms, probably without even realizing, and a pang of guilt flashes through your being - because yes, you both agreed in pursuing this fantasy and making it a reality, but it was //your// fantasy and it is keeping your very affectionate Master physically away from you, if for a limited time. "Thanks, Master." you say. <<if visited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>>"For ruining your orgasm?"<<else>>"For making you exercise?"<</if>> he asks, his voice divided between amusement and disbelief. "Not for that." You huff, fighting against your suddently closed throat. "For... for everything." Master says nothing for a long time, long enough to make you doubt the wisdom of your words, then the viewing panel up in the door slides open and Master's eyes glance at your still kneeling form. "After everything you gave me, $name_sub?" he says, softly. "This is the least I could do for you." The shutter closes, leaving you alone - and your stomach [[full of butterflies|Sub_D01_CellHub][set $dayTime += 60]]... <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>> <</if>>

<<silently>> <<selectRange $dayTime>> /* PEE EVENT */ <<between 60 60>> /* i.e. 5am */ <<if hasVisited("Dub_D01ER01_Pee") is false>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER01_Pee">> <</if>> /* MANAGEMENT OF LEFT CHAINED AFTER 1st MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT */ <<between 180 180>> /* i.e. 1h after 8am (EH01) */ <<if (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> <<between 195 240>> /* i.e. for 1h15min after Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains">> <</if>> <<between 270 270>> /* i.e. 1h30min after Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease")>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease">> <</if>> <<between 450 450>> /* i.e. 30min after 13am (end of EH02) */ <<if (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> <<between 465 525>> /* i.e. for for 1h15min after Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains">> <</if>> <<between 540 540>> /* i.e. 1h30min after Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease")>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease">> <</if>> <<between 660 660>> /* i.e. 1h after 4pm (EH03) */ <<if (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> <<between 675 720>> /* i.e. for 1h after Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease") >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains">> <</if>> <<between 750 750>> /* i.e. 2h30min after 4pm */ <<if ( hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") ) && !hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease")>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease">> <</if>> /* 2nd MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT */ <<between 870 870>> /* i.e. 1h before 4pm */ <<if $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating >= 4 && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment") is false>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment">> <<else>> /* In Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment there is an edging scene, this code ensures there is no ambiguity on the variables used as sex scene counters */ <<include "VariableInitialization_edge">> <<initializePunishment>> 10 <</initializePunishment>> <</if>> <</selectRange>> /* End time-specific random events */ <</silently>>

---- typeSexAct.at(-1) is <<print $typeSexAct.at(-1)>> actionSA.at(-1) is <<print $actionSA.at(-1)>> mistakesSA.at(-1) is <<print $mistakesSA.at(-1)>> showMasterArousal is $showMasterArousal | showSlavePain is $showSlavePain showSlaveEffort is $showSlaveEffort | showSlaveArousal is $showSlaveArousal slaveArousal: $slaveArousal / $slaveMaxArousal masterArousal: $masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal slaveEffort: $slaveEffort / $slaveMaxEffort slavePain: $slavePain / $slaveMaxPain <<print passage()>> <<print tags()>> tags().includes("timed") is <<print tags().includes("timed")>>

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellOpened01" volume 0.85 play>> <</if>> You shuffle toward the wall, going as fast as the hobble allows, and put your nose against the cold cement. A shameful warm creeps up your cheeks and down your neck: you have been sent in a corner like a naughty girl - which you //are//, from a certain point of view, as your chains remind you with a metallic chime. You hear the sound of the latches and deadbolts opening, then the subdued shriek of the door. You don't have to strain your ears to hear Master's boots walking closer, his steps sure and confident. You do your best not to squirm on the spot as he stops right behind you. His hands drape a length of chain around your neck, and you shiver - both for the coldness of the metal and in delight. If only it was a circle of metal! "Up," he orders quietly, and grips your arms to support your bound body as you struggle to get on your feet. Then he turns you around, not too gently or caring - yet unable to hide the loving spark in his eyes or resist the temptation of rubbing his fingers on your shoulders. You smile. <<if lastVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm") is 1>>"Hello, Master∼" you say, sultry.<<else>>"Hello, Master." you say, smiling.<</if>> Master smiles back... and brings a hand on your tit, squeezing. <> <<if true >> /*hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")*/ "[[Hello, inmate.|Sub_D01ER02_GropedTeased]]" <<else>> "[[Hello, inmate.|Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested]]" <</if>><>

"It will be something that will feature heavily in week 2." says Sophie "At the moment we have designed an upper part, the one we are currently on, for the Masters to relax, and a lower part for the Slaves to be stashed and played with - the one you saw before in the main video, just to be clear." "We have made a lot of engineering works thanks to Mark here-" //The burly man smiles and bows to the camera.// "-who [farsi il culo] making all the cell doors, and toilets, and chains, and cuffs and whatnot." For example, she's very fixated on her skills in deepthroathing: she thinks she's not . A great part of this experience is training on those topics she believes to be inadequate. and when we got together and I nailed a position that gave us the resources to explore a bit, she was all for it. "And so were you, I bet." "A naked woman eagerly tells you that she wants to be bound hard and fucked harder." //deadpans the warden.// "Yes, yes I was." "This... is going to be a new experience for us."

// A logo appears on screen. The words '//Bondage Club//' in a vaguely gothic font are displayed with an ominous music theme, then the logo disappears. The six men of the first video are in the same living room. They seem more relaxed, the warden in particular. // "Welcome to the second video of the 'Making Of' collection!" //grins Mark.// "This is the companion piece to the video of the slave's first day in this facility, and the focus will be partly on the training she is going through and partly on the facility itself." "Take in consideration that we have six more days to go, so we're not going to say everything now." //adds the warden.// "Gotta keep something for the other videos." "A good point." //Marks nods.// "So, the first question I believe should be: what the hell is this place?" //The warden smirks , then looks at the collared man.// "John, you want to take this?" "Why not." //The newly discovered John looks to the camera.// "Technically speaking, this base does not exist. There is a chalet, here in the mountains, there is an underground cellar for food and wine, there is an old barn... I //think// that there were fields out there somewhere, but I cannot be certain." //Marks nods slowly.// "And in reality?" "And in reality, we've got our little slice of BDSM resort: the Pandora Club!" //exclaims John, smiling with all teeth.// "In the upper part, a cozy hamlet in the middle of the forest for all those Masters who want to destress away from cellphones and the drag of normal life. And in the lower part, a storage-and-playroom area fit for any kind of prison and prison-related kinks!" "We have made a lot of engineering works thanks to Mark here-" //The burly man smiles and bows to the camera.// "-who worked his arse off making all the cell doors and toilets and chains and cuffs and whatnot." "So, in the last 'Making of' video you were talking about how your lovely slave has some self-worth problems." For example, she's very fixated on her skills in deepthroathing: she thinks she's not . A great part of this experience is training on those topics she believes to be inadequate. and when we got together and I nailed a position that gave us the resources to explore a bit, she was all for it. "And so were you, I bet." "A naked woman eagerly tells you that she wants to be bound hard and fucked harder." //deadpans the warden.// "Yes, yes I was."

<><<if $requiresMeterBar>> <<set _sexAct to setup.typeOfSexAct(tags()), _sexActC to setup.capitalize(_sexAct)>> <div id="topbar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><center> <table><tr align=center valign=center><td id="yourPainTableCell"><> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_act", "sex_predicament", "sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_pony", "sex_pet")>> ''Your pain:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourPain" "$slavePain" "$slaveMaxPain">> <</if>> <></td> <td id="yourEffortTableCell"><> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_predicament", "sex_act", "sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_act", "sex_vaginal", "sex_PE", "sex_pony", "sex_pet")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" `"$count" + _sexActC + "[$index" + _sexActC + "]"` `"$maxFatigue_" + _sexAct + "[$index" + _sexActC + "]"`>> <</if>> <></td> <td id="yourArousalTableCell"><> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_vaginal", "sex_pony", "sex_pet")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" `"$slaveMaxArousal_" + _sexAct + "[$index" + _sexActC + "]"`>> <</if>> <></td> <td id="yourArousalTableCell"><> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_act", "sex_vaginal", "sex_PE")>> <<if tags().includes("sex_PE")>>''Mistress' arousal:'' <<else>>''Master's arousal:'' <</if>> <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" `"$masterMaxArousal_" + _sexAct + "[$index" + _sexActC + "]"`>> <</if>> <></td> </tr></table></center> </div></div></div> <</if>><>

<<silently>> <<if tags(previous()).includes("Hub_Phase1")>> <<include "Phase1_redirects">> <</if>> <<if tags(previous()).includes("Hub_Phase2")>> <<include "Phase2_redirects">> <</if>> <<if tags(previous()).includes("Hub_Phase3")>> <<include "Phase3_redirects">> <</if>> <</silently>>

/* Audio - Prologue */ <<if $audioAllowed>> <<cacheaudio "dreamMoan" "sounds/Human Noises/Female, Heavy moan, Pleasured.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "vanStart" "sounds/Part 00/Truck start.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "vanGoing" "sounds/Part 00/Truck drive.mp3">> <</if>>

Your pussy is still trembling for the last wisps of the ruined orgasm Master forced you to endure when the belt is put on you once again. You stay defeated, almost but not quite hanging from your neck chain, as Master cinches the waist band around your hips, then lifts the crotch band from between your legs to met its counterpart. The //click// of the lock sounds like a doom bell in the silence of the cell. "Have you learned your lesson?" says his voice, hard as stone. "...y-yes, Master." you whisper, head lowered submissively. "I sure hope you have, this time." Fingers grip cruelly your hair, pulling your head back so that you can't hide from his oppressive glance. "Because the next time you'll try something like that, I will ''not'' be as merciful as I have been now." A shudder quakes your body - //that// was merciful?! His hand relinquish the hold on your head, leaving it 'free' to hang down, then unlocks the leash teethering you to the wall of your cell. You collapse on your knees, the last ember of the willpower that kept you on your feet now fading in the void. He allows it, only to then grip your neck again and force you to //crawl// toward the cell door. His grip relents only at the metal frame, where you slump on the ground. "Kneel properly, slave." You huff air in your lungs, then fight the bone-deep exhaustion in your body and straigthen your spine, shifting your body in the display pose: back straight, tits offered outward, knees spread open to show your pussy. Your hands, of course, stay at the small of your back until Master unlocks your handcuffs; then you bring them behind your nape, elbows spread at your side. His fingers touches your lips. <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Skinship, finger rubbing lips.gif"></center> They part, giving him access, but he doesn't seek it. Instead they tenderly caress your lips, gifting you with a spark of kindness before idly rubbing away a tear you haven't realized was falling down your cheek. "Don't make me punish you like this again, slave." he whispers. Then your leg irons are removed from around your ankles and Master leaves the cell without a word, closing the door behind you. You are left like this, still kneeling, still reeling. <<link "Alone." "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <<audio "footstepsOutside" volume 1 play>><</if>> <</link>> <<silently>> [[Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">>

/* sex_act: Index 0: Prologue, eventual punishment for 1st bj Index 1: Part I , eventual punishment for 2nd bj Index 2: Part I , eventual punishment for teasing after yoga Index 3: Part I , eventual support for punishment 2nd time masturbating Index 4: Part I , support for anal sex_act: Index 0: Prologue, truck drive sex_edge: Index 0: Part I , eventual punishment 2nd time masturbating - D01ER03 sex_act: Index 0: Prologue, 1st bj - Starts at [[Sub_D00_Blowjob]] Index 1: Part I , 2nd bj - D01E01 sex_act: Index 0: Part I , 1st anal - D01E03 */

!! //Total Control// chastity belt <blockquote><div align=justify> The //Total Control// chastity belt, or //TC-cb//, is the ultimate technology in matter of chastity belts and orgasm denial. Designed from the ground up to offer maximum control abilities to the Tops (and ensure complete compliance from the Bottoms), the //TC-cb// will give a happy BDSm couple an unique experience in transferring the control of the Bottom's sexuality to the Top. The //TC-cb// is a chastity belt individually customized from a high-res scan of the Bottom's crotch area. The scan is then transformed into a computerized model complete with animation created with computer graphics, which allows the crafter to simulate both the movement of the belted Bottom in, from and to any position, and the flow of liquids from showers to pissing to deliberate attempts to defeat the belt with a shower head. Once obtained every information needed, and simulated every possible way your Bottom may try to defeat this belt, the //TC-cb// is then crafted with a 3D printer in stainless steel. The //TC-cb// is composed by three main components: a waist or hip band (depending on the anatomy of your Bottom), a crotch band, and the lock assembly. Both bands are made of flattened metallic cable, giving the //TC-cb// both an incredibly sleek design and maximixing confort and stealth: once worn, the belt will be undetectable even under tight clothes and will move with the Bottom's body, for maximum long-term wearability. There is no need to unlock the Bottom to change the lining, since no lining is needed for the Bottom's confort: many Bottoms report they would have forgotten of the presence of the //TC-cb// around their waists, if not for the inevitable arousing effect of the belt. The crotch band features a concave, raised shield that utterly isolates the Bottom's pussy from any dangerous feelings. A carefully designed perforation of the shield allows for the drenage of fluids, be them from a shower or from pissing, without giving the slightest chance at gaining pleasure from manipulation of the belt or vibrations applied to the shield. Menstruations are more complicated but still perfectly manageable (see <a href="unwedchastity.org/d/650">here</a> for the review of a Bondage College expert). The lock assembly encapsulates the lock in such a way to make bolt cutters, circular saws and any such tools completely useless. While all those features would be enough to make the //TC-cb// a truly magnificent chastity belt, we have pushed ''beyond''. The //TC-cb// features a highly advanced electronic suite compatible with posture and RFID recognition softwares. This means that you will be able to take your smartphone, open the proprietary app paired with your Bottom's device and know if she is standing, kneeling or bending over, and if she is near the paired sensors available (including, but not limiting at, the modem of your home). Further //Total Control// devices, from collars to wrist and ankle cuffs to chastity bra, can be paired with the app to obtain more complete information regarding the Bottom's current pose, which is helpfull displayed by an animated figurine of your Bottom visible on the screen of your smartphone from the paired app. If the //TC-cb// is allowed to connect to internet from your home's modem, you will be able to obtain such information from anywhere in the world as long as your Bottom is at home. Last (but definitely not least!), the //TC-cb// features both stim and shock capabilities. By using the app, you will be able to command the //TC-cb// to give your Bottom a gentle vibration, utterly unsuited for any orgasm, or a sharp jolt that will surely catch her attention. Both functions can be programmed to be activated at specific conditions thanks to the app controls or the proprietary, easy-to-understand coding language. Awaken your Bottom with a nice, morning edge! Warn her every time she comes closer to the cabinet housing the key to her belt! Punish her if she forgets to act like the puppy you want her to be, and reward her as she happily wags her puppy buttplug! The combinations are endless - and the manual is provided with many examples suited for a multitude of kinks and fetishes. </div> !!!! Device characteristics <blockquote> ''Battery life: '' ∼10y. ''Battery type: '' Custom, piezoelectric. > The battery installed uses a proprietary piezoelectric technology such that the device will recharge itself when subjected to kinetic forces, i.e.: the more your slave moves her hips, the more the belt will recharge itself. While this is not sufficient to completely recover charge during play, expecially if stim and shock functions are used, the feature significantly extends the duration of the battery from one recharge to another. > ''WARNING _ '' Under any circumstances: do not remove the battery; do not substitute the battery; do not interact with the battery case. Should any problem be encountered, contact the crafter. ''Battery recharge: '' USB-2 cables. > While the standard cables available to your electronic store are suitable for recharging the device, the length of such makes it difficult to recharge it when worn by your Bottom. The //TC-cb// comes with three cables of lengths 1m, 3m and 5m. ''Connectivity: '' local wi-fi, bluetooth > The //TC-cb// is not installed with a SIM card. Connectivity with the internet requires a wi-fi connection not provided with the item. </blockquote> </blockquote> [[Put down the instruction manual.|The Making of Files]]

"Battery life?" "Ten years or something." At his incredulous gaze, Mark honest-to-God //blew a rapsberry//. "Piezoelectric tech for the win∼! Your cutie will recharge her belt every time you'll bend over. Eventually it will discharge, expecially if you query the belt a lot, but battery is not a problem."

//I'm bored,// is all that passes through your mind. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Cell, bored - resized.jpeg"></center> You are laying on the bed, a foot solidly planted on the mattress so that the knee juts upward toward the ceiling, the other leg idly dangling from the perch made by the first. Intellectually speaking, you know that this boredom is an important part of your experience: it sets the tone, helps in your breaking, nails in your subconscious how you are the least important part, and makes you long all the more for Master's visits. But boredom is... well... //boring//. You can't read a book, switch on the tv or check your socials. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment")>>The last thing on your mind is to try masturbating //again// - Master has finally managed to stamp the lesson in your dumb, horny mind.<<elseif (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")) && $bondage_wrist is "None">>You already tried masturbating, and are reluctant to try your luck again after Master <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>>zapped your poor clit.<<else>>squished your sensitive pleasure nub.<</if>><<elseif (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")) && $bondage_wrist != "None">>You already tried masturbating, as your shackles remind you at every chiming.<<elseif (hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")) && $P1_CA_masturbate > 0>>You already tried masturbating, but only succeeded at making yourself hornier - your belt is //very// well made.<<else>>You have not tried masturbating, but you sincerely doubt that your prying fingers will defeat the sleek, shiny marvel that Master put around your hips.<</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectCell > 0>>You have looked at the four walls of your cell until you started to idly wonder whenever they would crumble if hit by your forehead.<</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectBody > 0>> You already inspected your uniform, which has revealed no further secret. <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_yoga > 0>>You have tried yoga... and are still hurting where one of your stumbles made you collide with the corner of your bed.<</if>> <<if $P1_CA_meditate > 0>>You have tried //meditating//, of all things... and even miraculously avoided going asleep during it. <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_remember > 0>>You have sought entertainment in the memories of the past. <</if>> But now... now there seems to be nothing more to do. You yawn. [[Maybe you should take a short nap...?|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>>

You moan, eyelids fluttering as his fingers kneads your pliable flesh. "Still horny, inmate?" "Mmmn... //yess//, Master." you manage to say, almost unconsciously draping against his muscular chest. His chuckle causes a delightful rumble along his abs. "As well as you should." His hand trails the edge of your face, tucking a wandering lock of hair behind your ear. "But the true question is, have you learned your lesson?" You nod quickly. "Oh, yes, Master." you hasten to say - not that there are //other// answers you can give! Not if you want to cum (and you want, //ooooh∼// if you want)! Master smiles at you and squeezes your tit again. This time however his fingers seek your nipple, straining against the cloth, and caress the pointy nub with the gentleness of a lover. You moan, eyes fluttering behind your eyelids, and Master bends toward you, causing a shiver. "Are you sure?" he whispers. "Y-yes//sss//, Master..." He humms, his hand still causing delicious jolts of pleasure. "I am unconvinced." he claims. "You say yes, but still act like a slut." You don't answer that, partly because it would be arguing back, partly because it would feel pretty hypocritical... and partly because you're too busy pressing your tit against Master, offering it as tribute to his groping hand. He waits a few moments, touching you to his heart's content, then realizes no answer other than your quiet moaning is forthcoming and chuckles. Then he pinches your nipple. //Hard//. The jolt of pain reels a measure of sanity back in you and a hiss out of your lungs. It is enough to realize that he has talked and you have ignored him, too busy throwing yourself at that wonderful, pleasurable fingers... ...ahem. "Sorry, Master." you say, trying to act contrite. It works poorly, if the amused glint in Master's eyes is any clue. "I will punish you in a bit." he states, causing an unexpected bout of shyness in you... and making your stomach flutter. Not //all// parts of you are against being punished, even if you know that Master won't make you enjoy it. ...you're starting to get the idea that your current state of denial //may// have affected you in [[impredictable ways...|Sub_D01ER02_Tested]]

<<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "footstepsOutside" volume 1 fadeout play>><</if>> You don't get the opportunity to ask the questions passing through your head, expecially since it is from the latter that Master drags you down the hallway: painful, but far less than it would have been has he not taken great care in holding you up... by your nipple. It seems Master has no intention of treating you gently today. Maybe the smirk still gracing your lips has something to do with it... In little to no time you're dragged in front of one of the many doors you have never seen opened. When Master does the latter, you find out it is an infirmary of sorts: the gynecological chair in the middle of the room immediately catches your attention, but there is also an examination table (fitted with straps and leather cuffs to immobilize the ==victim== //patient//), a washbasin with a box of gloves and a portable sanitizer dispenser, a few cameras blinking red in the corners of the ceiling, many cabinets with transparent doors full of medical paraphernalia... and more cabinets with cuffs, ropes, straps and insertabel toys in plain sight. You even spy one of those posters used by the optometricians to check the patient's sight. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Prison infirmary, resized.jpg"></center> Yet all of those things can catch your attention for mere moments. Even the presence of Master slides in the background, briefly put aside in favour of something //far// stranger and thus captivating. You are not alone. Standing with her spiky hairdo, her half-shaven head, her piercings and a medic white coat that look utterly uncongruous over her punk attire, is none other than [[Alice|Sub_D02-7_E01_Alice]]

You almost don't notice as Master releases the strict grip on your nipple and hairs, still surprised by the sight of your friend. Ignoring your mouth opened in a 'O', Master nods to Alice. "I leave the inmate in your custody, doctor." "Very well." drawls the small woman, looking bored. Master nods, then gives you a funny smirk (?) and goes outside before closing the door, locking you inside with her. You turn, a huge smile threatening to split your face in two as you face your friend. It has been so long! <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Prison infirmary, Alice - resized.jpg"></center> "Alice!" you squeal, almost skipping toward her friend. @@#substitute;"<<link "It's so nice to see you!">><<replace "#substitute">>It's //so// nice to see yo- The slap arrived suddently, catching you by surprise. Your head turns for the force of it. The pain registers a few seconds later, but your eyes don't waver: in spite of the appearence, it was not that strong. The //surprise//, however, hits harder than Alice's arms could have had. "Allow me to be brutally clear, inmate $slaveName." says Alice, looking down at you with a fiendish smirk. "I am not your buddy, I am not your companion, most certainly I am not your friend. I am your //warden//. Nod if you understand." You nod slowly, still surprised. "Yes, wa-" Another slap turns your head to the other side, making you gasp in a subdued tone. "I said //nod//, not speak." she snips. "Can you obey basic instructions? Nevermind, I already know the answer." Her small hand grips your arm with cold fingers, prodding you toward the examination table. "Do try not to be an bother, [[your physical|Sub_D02-7_E01_Physical]] is important." <</replace>><</link>>"@@

In spite of how it has began, your physical is pretty normal... as long as one ignores the bondage. Your shirt is unbuttoned and pulled down to your cuffs, giving her space to check your heartbeat and breathing. She makes you join your legs together and bend over, then inspects your back. She manhandles your tits in a way that only the gynecologists, sadist that they all are, can do. She shones a light straight in your eyes, blinding you and forcing you to blink several times to chase away the black spots in your vision. Even the inside of your mouth is inspected, as if you were a horse. All the while, your friend turned warden doesn't miss an opportunity to humiliate you "Hearth and lungs are o-kay." She put her stethoscope around her neck and gave you a malicious smirk. "<<if $hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") || hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishForMasturbating")>>I almost thought you had sprained a valve, with all that frigging we caught you doing∼<<else>>I'll tell him that yours is just laziness. I doubt he will spare the cane afterward∼<</if>>" "Can't even bend a little more?" With your head near your knees and your hair acting as blinkers, you realize she's moving only when you see her boots in front of you and soon after her cold fingers grip your neck and bend your head further toward the floor. "Damn, he's gonna break you the first time he puts you in a strappado." she whistles. "Poor guy..." "Are those tits <<if $breastSize is "breastSize_B" || $breastSize is "breastSize_C">>or gnats<<elseif $breastSize is "breastSize_DD" || $breastSize is "breastSize_G">>or udders<<else>>real or fake<</if>>?" A cruel twist of your nipples draw a hiss from you, but otherwise you don't open your mouth. "Well, at least they are serviceable." Alice adds, squeezing your flesh painfully. It was a very different kind of domination from your Master: his style is a lot more physical, with your submission underlined by bondage, pose and sexual servitude. Alice instead was (almost) a consumate professional in her manhandling you, but her words managed to tear down your pride and humiliate you until you were flush with red down to your tits. Which didn't go unremarked, obviously: "Oh? Is that shame or you're just horny? I can't ever see the difference, with how much you think with your cunt." At least, so it is up until [[the gynecological chair|Sub_D02-7_E01_Gyn]].

You aren't //terribly// surprised as Alice pulls you to the gyn chair; it was, after all, smack center in the middle of the room. Securing you on it took a bit of finangling. First she lifted you up the chair, putting a leather strap around your waist to pin you in place. Then she guides you to lay on the chair, your bound arms going into a cavity in the leather - as during the van travel, your wrist freedom has been revoked. //Then// she puts more straps around your chest, both above and below your tits, and one more on the forehead for good luck. ''Then'' she pulls your pants down to your leg irons and moves one leg on its padded seat, strapping it down too. And ''then'', finally, she releases your ankles from the bundle of chains and cloth rolled up between them and straps your other leg down. You try to squirm in place, testing your bonds, but the only thing you obtain is to make the leather squeak and to catch Alice's attention. The woman almost saunters around the top of the gyn chair, grasping your chin with a gentleness that belies your previous treatment. "Enjoying yourself, slave?" she purrs. "A bit, warden." you confess. Alice wasn't //that// wrong when she said that you're red for more than mere shame, after all. then ensured your bound arms (no freedom for your wrists, apparently) She pulls you to the gynechological chair, frees you from the pants and the leg irons for as long as it is needed to strap your body down against the leather chair, then snaps a pair of gloves on and starts checking you over: your clit, your pussy, your asshole, even the inside of your cunt, to the point you are afraid of being fisted. "breastSize_D">>big tits <<case "breastSize_DD">>bountiful tits <<case"breastSize_G">>udders <</if>> "Are you sexually active?" Those are the first words she speaks to her. wrong tone: Alice must be a dom, but not cold. Even the inside of your mouth is inspected! And for all the time Alice doesn't talk except for giving you stern instructions. It is a stark departure from the snarking, sparkling woman you have known for a third of your life, by now. The clinical, almost sterile behaviour is very professional - and very un-Alice.

"...oh my God." moaned Abigail, burying her head in her hands. "I want to die." Not when I see mom getting //sodomized in front of a camera//, Jack! Don't forget her loving the shit out of it. JACK!!! What? I am not the only one that got his eardrums hurt because of how much she moaned, right? You were the one who lowered the audio, __________________________ Abigail Getting "Yup." So yes, mom loved to be whipped, spanked, caned and fucked into submission. Honestly, I think she may have been more into this than dad. I studied psychology, remember? Alternate sexualities are a thing. "Oh, please." Jack scoffed. "Since you were too busy blushing at the sight of dad fucking mom, I'd like to point out that " Not when I see mom getting //sodomized in front of a camera//, Jack! Don't forget her loving the shit out of it. JACK!!! What? I am not the only one that got his eardrums hurt because of how much she moaned, right? You were the one who lowered the audio,

It turned out that Jack was correct: their parents //were//, as a matter of fact, unabashedly sexual perverts. The bookshelf around the tv held porn, Disney and Disney porn. The sofa they sat upon had straps with leather cuffs hidden inside it. The hanging vase holders doubled as 'bondage swing', or whatever was the correct term. The //skirting boards// turned out to be some kind of elaborate bondage thingie that pushed Jack in full nerdgasm for "the technical skills needed to craft this thing! I mean, it's //amazing!//". The house system had a hidden partition for kinky play... and mom was listed inside it as an //controllable object// with both wi-fi and bluetooth connections, somehow. Oh, and the wine cellar hid a sex dungeon. Because of course the wine cellar had a sex dungeon, why wouldn't the wine cellar had a sex dungeon? "They couldn't have done everything by themselves." said Jack, looking agape at the false cupboard sliding through its hidden track to reveal the door of the dungeon. "Someone else must know about this." "...what." Jonathan had a sparkle of joy at Abigail's voice: a few too many revelations at the same time had left her utterly toneless, but now he could hear again a glimpse of disbelief in her voice. "Why would ma' and da' involve someone else?" "Because they don't have the technical skills to do them." exclaimed Jack, who was now kneeling on the ground, for... reasons. Reasons he didn't know, and wasn't sure he wanted to know. "The hidden anchor points, the cuffs and straps out of the way, I could buy - even compliment, their positioning is original and well thought. The house system... eeeh, those things were rather finickry at the time. Maybe father bashed his head against this debugging nightmare, maybe not. But the skirting boards? Those things are //a work of art//... and need a machine shop served by someone who knows what he's doing. And this shit, right here?" Jack pointed at the tracks. "No, they didn't do it. They //commissioned// it." His brother got on his feet, patted down his pants and turned toward them. "Some of their friends know about this. And given how many things are in the house, I'd say to take the phone and start making calls. It will save us time for sure." Abigail hissed air into her lungs, then exhaled //very, very slowly.// "And what do you propose we say? 'Sorry to bother you, we found a sex dungeon in our parents' house and wanted to know more'?" "I was thinking about something like 'Sorry to bother you, we found a few home-made video, wanted to know if you knew about them'." Jack gave Abigail a look that Jonathan couldn't decypher. "After all, some of those had a cameraman behind the camera." "...splendid." she spat - yepp, definitely feeling something now. //Well, better prissy that numb.// "I haven't noticed before." His sister bit her lips, then asked: "Is it possible that some of your... //friends//, can help us or know something about this... thing?" "Mmm..." Jack rubbed his chin, pensively. "They are of a different generation than our parents... I'd say no on knowing about this, but helping us catalogue things? Sure, why not." He smirked. "At the low, low cost of a few ribbing here and there, of course." "Of course." repeated Abigail, in the same tone. "Of course." Jonathan coughed. "

Then again. And again. And //again//. And again, and again, and ''again''... Your clit screams for mercy - //so close!// - but there is no mercy for it: all are squashed, the fire burning in

Master squeezes your tit again, distracting you with a new bout of pleasure. His other hand lays on your other nipple, plucking like a guitar string before rising to your chin. Any realization you had is swept aside in a rush of wet heat, overshadowed by your ever louder moans. "I am less and less convinced of your repentance, slave." says Master, his amused tone in stark contrast with his stern words. "This is not the behaviour of a good slave - a slave that thinks of her Master." "...sorry," you half-whine, half-beg. "You aren't." A pinch at your nipples makes you gasp. "Not truly." He gazes at you, seeking something in you with a glint of tired fondness in his irises. "What am I to do with you...?" You look back at Master, your eyes full of longing and desire... ...and you try to hump his leg. His gaze hardens as he deadpans at you. "...no, I will ''not'' make you cum." His fingers turns suddently, twisting your nipple with sadistic speed. The pain makes you go eye-crossed and you open your mouth in a silent scream, wheezing the air in your lungs. "<> <<set _sorted to random(1,3)>> <<switch _sorted>> <<case 1>>And since the usual corrective means seems [[not to work...|Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged]] <<case 2>>I have [[something else|Sub_D01ER02_NippleEdged]] in mind... <<case 3>>[[You certainly don't deserve it.|Sub_D01ER02_TitMauled]] <</switch>><>"

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "footstepsOutsideLoop" volume 0.25 play>> <</if>> The sound of distant footsteps coming closer brings you out of your musing... or brooding, as Master would probably say. Not that he would be //that// wrong about it. If before you have been bored to tears, imprisoned in a cell with nothing to do, now that you're imprisoned //while shackled hands and feet//? Yeah, waaaay worst. But now Master is here! You happily scamper to your feet as you hear his boots stomping closer to the door, then hesitate - this is the moment in which you kneel in front of the door, ready to be cuffed... but you already are. The realization makes you stop, gingerly teethering between the impulse to kneel and the freezing uncertainty- The sounds of boots reaches the cell door and stops. "Inmate." "...Master." you answer. You can practically //feel// Master's smile through the thick steel separating the two of you. "Not knowing the protocol, mm?" You blush. "Yes, Master." It's a //silly// thing to have hangups with - it's the first day of a totally new kind of scene, //of course// you don't know the protocol - but it is what it is. "And what do you think the protocol should be, given the situation?" You fight the urge to groan. //This// is not the kind of test you like. Couldn't you... dunno... demonstrate your resilience in predicament bondage or something? A nice strappado, maybe? //Think,// you think. The basic of any protocol is for the submissive to show their submission and respect to the dominant, right? Plus your helplessness, but that is just the adventure's theme. So... "Uhm... kneeling, but not in front of the door?" you try. Master hummed , non-committedly. "Elaborate." "If I kneel in front of the door, I could potentially manage a rebellion." You smirk - with your wrists handcuffed in the small of your back by the transport chain and your ankles hobbled by the leg irons, the idea of you 'rebelling' is quite hilarious. "Good guess." he says. "And you're mostly right. You will kneel in front of the wall opposite the door, nose against the wall." "[[Yes, Master!|Sub_D01ER02_AgainstTheWall]]"

"Mmm..." you say, unable to hide the pleasure at having your breast groped. Master chuckles, his eyes alit in... mischief? "Still horny, inmate?" "Difficult not to be, when my pussy is behind bars and my Master teases me." you retort - and then hiss as he pinches and twists your defenceless nipple. "Bad slave." he chides, though his voice is amused instead of angry. "And me who thought you had learned your lesson." "Mnng... don't argue with Master?" you try. Two nails drive into the sensitive flesh of your nipple, making you suddently short of breath. Squirming in his grasp is, of course, useless: even if you weren't shackled hands and feet, even if you could wiggle free of the chain around your neck, even if you could dodge in the cramped confines of your cell, his grip on your tit would still be too strong to give you freedom. Yet you squirm, partly by reflex, partly for the pain... and partly because of your inner bratness. In hindsight, maybe the latter one //is// becoming a bit of a problem. ...at least it is one that will be solved by the end of your adventure? "No." says Master, sternly... thought his eyes still hold that spark of amusement. Of course he has recognized the signs of your inner brat coming out to play: he's //Master//, after all. "It is not to try to get pleasure when I have forbidden you to do so." "...oohmnn... y-you... haven't, thought, Master?" You blink rapidly, shaking the burgeoning beginning of tears off the corners of your eyes. "Silly slave∼" His low laugh does //things// to you, yet to valiantly try to focus on his words. "I did the moment I slapped a chastity belt on you." You jump as his other hand makes itself known, right between your legs, gently caressing the metal dome shielding you from the core of your passion - and stymying it so thoroughly. "One that will stay on a ''long'' time, given your progresses... or lack thereof." Your whine, this time, has //nothing// to do with how horny you are. Unfortunately neither it, nor the puppy eyes you aim at Master, make him retract that statement that sounds suspiciously like a __promise__. "Speaking of." His finger slithers inside your mouth and you istintively close your lips around it. Only afterward you blink and look at Master, surprised. "I came here to take away your chains, but I don't see the level of contrition I expected." You don't like where this is going. "If anything, I think you're a bit too free spirited." adds Master, hiding (poorly) a smirk. "Something that is really not approved in this prison, inmate." You //definitely// do not like where this is going. "Which is why I have a pair of gifts for you." says the sadist that has stolen your heart, lifting a familiar harness of straps. Your groan is muffled by Master's finger - rather fitting, in hindsight. A few minutes later your mouth is forced shut by a leather panel, kept in place by straps going under your chin, along your nose and up your head. Since this was not enough for Master, //somehow//, you also have a new and unwelcome addition to your bondage: a chain connecting your handcuffs, and the waist chain pinning them behind your back, to the leg irons at your feet. Not only it makes you feel as if your hands were trapped some more, but by lifting your hobble it reduces the slack it offers and thus your already limited stride. You try to (silently) plead Master to let you go. Instead of crumbling in front of your pitiful expression, he laughs. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Panel gag, looking pitiful - resized.jpeg"></center> "Oh no, slave: you earned this fair and square∼" he says, a wide smile on his face. Another attempt at appealing to his mercy only earns you a rough squeeze at your tit before he unlocks the chain around your neck, giving you the only 'freedom' you will have until Master will change idea: that of roaming aimlessly in the small boundaries of your cell. Master gives you a last smirk, then he goes out of the cell and [[slams the door shut|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 15]]. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_gag to "panelGag">> <<set $bondagePosition_ankles to "shufflingChainBetweenFeetAndTransportChain">> <</silently>>

His hand returns to your tit, squeezing it and drawing a moan out of you. "Like w-what, Master?" you ask. "Like this," is the answer, and he begins to unbutton your shirt. ...you find nothing wrong with Master having a better access to your tits and do not protest as he shrugs the top of your uniform off your shoulders: yes, it ends up rolling around your elbows and pinning them, but your wrists are already handcuffed and the added restriction makes you only //more horny.// A fact that Master immediately notices and takes advantage of. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Groping/Groping, tit squeezed - resized.jpg"></center> His hand kneads your breasts without the cloth barrier, forcing a shudder in your body that you can't repress. You dimly think that //yes//, your denial has definitely caused some secondary effects - for example: since when you're so sensitive?!? - but then his fingers pinches gently at your nipple, and all thoughts scatter. You moan and throw yourself against him, but the chain around your neck snaps taunt, thwarting your wants. Master laughs, then advances on you and pushes you against the wall. He kisses you on your lips, fiercely and demanding, and they part in bliss; his tongue slither inside, toying with yours like the cat with the mouse; his mouth nibbles at your lips, trails kisses of fire on your neck and jaw, makes your mind melt in sheer bliss. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Kissing, man and woman, black and white.gif"></center> ...an indefinite time later, he pulls back. You gasp, short on breath, red in face and with nipples hard as diamond. "I like this." you moan. His smirk is deservely smug. "Then you'll love //this//." he says, and bends down to kiss your nipple. "I //definitely// like thi//iiiiih∼//" You can feel Master smile against your skin before he turns again his lips toward your nipple and //sucks//. You arch your back, pushing his prize further into his mouth, and you are rewarded as a fire blazes up in your breast. "//...o-ohmmmnghhh...// please, please, //please//..." He laughs, the sadist, and slaps your tit - teasingly, half-heartedly - before kneading again those tender mounds. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Groping/Groping, on tits and nipples, naked unbound on her feet.gif"></center> His fingers sink into your pillowy flesh, then the thumbs moves against the nipples and don't move from them: teasing, twinging, pinching and twisting, all the best to make you mad with lust. Soon you are caterwauling, careening against him, held at bay only by the chain teethering at the wall, and even that has to strain to contain you. You feel like you're going crazy, and he hasn't even touched you below your waist! "...mm//Masteer!//" He smirks - that damnable smirk of his, confident yet miscievous, for which you fell a long time ago and that has never failed to make your hearth flutter. Then he brushes his thumbs on your nipples a last time and pulls away his hands. It takes a moment for your burning skin to feel the absence, a bit more for your melted brain to realize that something was wrong, and by then it was too late: Master abruptly blews cold air on your stiff nipples, freezing your fervor. You __mewl__ //roar// for the injustice, struggle against your bonds, bash counter to your leash - but it is no use. There is nothing you can do to stop it, and your arousal ebbs slowly from its sharp edge. "...//wwhy?//" you __plead__ //shout//, looking at him with teary eyes. His damnable smug smirk is merciless: "Punishment, slave. Remember∼?" The chains of your handcuffs chimes as you struggle against them, fruitlessly. If only you could squeeze your tits! Or reach your nipples! Or rub against your aching, sobbing clit...! But you can't. //You are not allowed//. You groan, deflating, and look pitifully at Master. It does nothing to dent his will, if anything it reinforces it: a hand grips your chin, forces it upward, forces //you// to look at him. "The more you will try to get unauthorized pleasure, the more I will make it torturous for you, slave." he says, firm and unsheakable. "I will make you delirious if you continue, then push you to the brink of insanity, //then off it//." His grip tightens, almost hurting you now. "Do ''not'' test me." You gulp, captured by the intense force in his eyes. "N-no, Master, never!" He keeps up the pressure, then let your chin go. "Good." He releases you from the wall, almost as an afterthough, then he walks off the cell and closes the door behind him. "Kneel quickly, slave. I have better things to do than wait for your lazy ass just to unchain you." You almost trip yourself, so fast you go toward the cell, then turn and kneel, shuffling backward so that your feet go through the metal slot opened by Master. In little to no time you are 'free' of your chains, able to rub at your tits with your own hands... but the moment has passed, it isn't the same thing now. You whimper in disappointment, left alone with your regrets and the fading sound of <<link "Master's boots.">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "footstepsOutside" fadeout>> <</if>> <<goto "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <</link>> <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>>

/* His gaze hardens as he deadpans at you. "...no, I will ''not'' make you cum." His fingers turns suddently, twisting your nipple with sadistic speed. The pain makes you go eye-crossed and you gasp, wheezing the air in your lungs. "You certainly don't deserve it" */ "No, instead you deserve a heavy dose of correction." he continues, turning your nipple the other way. It sends a lance of pain straight in your tit, leaving you gasping. Istintively you bend over, trying to relieve the pain, but the neck chain snaps taunt - and Master pinches more strongly. "P-please, Master..." His fingers lingers on your hurting nipple, making you whine, then they let it go. You draw a sigh of relief and... <center> <img src="images/Sex/Groping/Groping, on tits, naked with arms behind, near wall.gif"></center> "No." A chocked sound escapes from your lips - then a scream as he slaps your tit again, and //again//, and ''again''. Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes, but you fight back by biting your lips and blinking rapidly. Master has no mercy. Blow after blow rain upon your poor breasts, turning them this and that way for the force. You scream, loudly, then louder as the punishment never seems to end. You cry, you plead, you beg, but the only thing you obtain is for him to stop and mistreat your nipples for a few minutes: pinches, proddings, one time he even lifted your tit by its nipple so he could deliver slaps to the underside. And //it hurts!// <center><hr width=50%></center> Some time later, you're left wheezing and with snot on your nose, your cheeks marred by the trails of your tears. You are breathing from your mouth, head lowered in abject submission, desperately happy that he is leaving your tits in peace for the moment. His hand move and you istintively flinch, but he is merely bringing a tissue to your face. You blow in it, then are cleaned like a helpless baby. "Have you learned your lesson?" says Master's voice, hard and unrelenting. You nod, still looking tearfully at his boots. "Good." A hand lays on your shoulder and makes you turn, then you are freed from your chains. He shouldn't do it; technically he's now treating you with kid's gloves and forgetting of the potential 'danger' you, as a highly unruly inmate, represent, but you can't gather the courage to scold him: the ordeal makes you //need// aftercare and you know this is his way to show you affection without the cuddles he would normally give you. A compromise of sorts. His fingers search for your chin, then tenderly lift it upward. Worried eyes meet yours, even as his voice remains stern. "Don't test my patience further." he says. //Don't make me punish you this way again,// he doesn't. You nod slowly. "...yes, Master." He let you go with evident reluctance, then <<link "leaves you alone." "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> <</link>> <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>>

You eye your Master with a hint of apprehension. Words like these are never a good sign: they were said when your love gets //creative//. "Uuuh... is it too late to promise to be a good girl, Master?" you plead. His snickers is not much encouraging. "Come, now, slave." His eyes twinkle in amusement. "Am I really that bad?" ...the obvious answer is //yes, yes you are//, but common sense prevails before you can blurt it out. Being a brat does not mean to be __stupid__, after all. Still something must have shown on your face, given Master's chuckle. "Oh yeh slave of little faith∼" he says. "It is a punishment, not the end of the world." Since schooling your face didn't work last time, you try the way of the shamelessly begging: "...please be gentle with me?" His dastardly grin //shouldn't// give the flutters in your stomach, yet it does nonetheless. "Nope." he whispers, looming over you to push a lock of hair out of your eyes. "No mercy for my slave: she wanted none, and none she gets∼" In spite of the incoming dread, his voice makes you shiver and rubs your thighs against each other. <center><hr width=50%></center> "See?" says Master a few minutes afterward, smiling widely. "Not that bad, isn't it?" "Mmng..." <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Gagged with leather panel gag harness, naked, man behind - resized.png"></center> Your pitiful moan struggles to escape the grip of the panel gag wrapped tightly around your face. The leather is as unrelenting as always, digging in your skin and hair alike, and you feel like one of those medieval women stuck in a head cage. You can't work out your jaw thanks to the chin strap, you have two others trailing along your nose, impeding your vision, and even turning your head somehow tugs at your hairs. Nothing prevents Master to pet you on your head, mussling what locks have escaped the grip of the leather. "Precisely, inmate." he says, blitheling ignoring the sad look you throw at him. "I'm sure that neither the gag nor the new chain will be much of an obstacle for you." The new chain chimes right in that moment, almost to dispute him. It is locked between your handcuffs and your leg irons, lifting the latter by a couple inches off the floor, and in one fell swoop it reduces the length of your stride and pins your wrists into an ever mess of metal. The result is that even the slightest of movements makes your bondage turn and drag, making itself feel with obnoxious noises: you won't forget easily of it, you //can't//. And he knows. //Oh,// if he knows. The fiend! "Now, I will leave you to reflect what you have done wrong." says Master, unlocking the chain teethering you at the wall and pocketing it. "I hope that I will not arrive here to end your punishment for the second time, only to find an even more unrepentant slave than before." He winks, then turns and <<link "walks out of the cell.">><<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> <<set $dayTime += 15>> <<goto "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <</link>> The door slams on your still begging face. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_gag to "panelGag">> <<set $bondagePosition_ankles to "shufflingChainBetweenFeetAndTransportChain">> <</silently>>

/* 1h after the events in the passage at left */ <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "footstepsOutside" volume 0.75 play>><</if>> The sound of footsteps drags you out of your funk. For a moment you think that it's only borne out of your imagination... then the footsteps come closer and you realize that no, you're not dreaming. Smiling under the gag, you get on your feet - and almost fall as your hobble snaps, your stride longer than allowed. Still, you manage to recover and shuffle as fast as permitted to the barred door. It doesn't open; instead its viewing port is unbolted and slid aside, showing Master's stern face framed by the metal of the door. "Inmate. Have you learned your lesson?" You nod frantically. ''Yes'', you fucking did it! "Eeh, maheea!" you say, shouting as hard as you can in the gag. He lifts an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Then why haven't you followed protocol?" For a moment his words refuse to be understood. Then your eyes widen like dinner plates and you... <<set $choice to -1>> [[...kneel in front of the door, turned toward it. |Sub_D01ER02_Choice1][$choice to 10]] [[...kneel in front of the door, turned away from it. |Sub_D01ER02_Choice1][$choice to 11]] [[...kneel at the side of the door. |Sub_D01ER02_Choice1][$choice to 12]] [[...kneel against the wall, facing the door. |Sub_D01ER02_Choice1][$choice to 13]] [[...kneel facing the wall. |Sub_D01ER02_Choice1][$choice to 14]] <<set $questionMistakes to 0>> /* $choice 10 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorFacing $choice 11 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorAway $choice 12 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorSide $choice 13 Sub_D01ER02_KneelWallFacing $choice 14 Sub_D01ER02_KneelWallAway */

<<switch $P1_CA_chained>> <<case 0>> ...or at least, that is what you would like to do. Unfortunately there are a few obstacles that prevents you to follow your heart's desire. Like, for example, the handcuffs around your wrists, locked behind your back on the waist chain. Or the hobble keeping your feet at a third of a step top. Or the panel gag wrapped around your head, the long cock on the inside of it filling your mouth. Yeah, any projects will have to wait for Master to have mercy upon you. Sitting on the bed, you make your leg swing idly. Even this however is not allowed: the leg irons soon go taunt, the metal biting in your other ankle. A huff escapes your nose... then another as a lock of hair falls in front of your eyes and refuses to go elsewhere. You try to shake your head, bring it sideways, but it is futile. [[You can't even blow it away...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 15]] <<set $P1_CA_chained += 1>> <<case 1>> The thing about your new chain? It does not seem much... up and until you try to do something. Then it is //always// underfoot. Literally! Trying to move around? The hobble snags - you have accustomed yourself to its length, but now it is shorter. Bending forward? The chain tugs at your wrists. Turning around? Apparently the small movements of your hips now makes the transport chains twist upon itself, and then it //digs// in your skin - ''not'' funny. It is maddening how Master managed to give you so much problem with //one// only chain added. Maybe it's time to try [[something different...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 15]] <<set $P1_CA_chained += 1>> <<case 2>> Trying to get on the bed is complicated. First you need to sit with your ass as far from the edge as possible, otherwise later you risk to fall off - and with no hands and shackled feet, you also have no way to cushion a fall. Then you have to raise your legs and plant them on the mattress; again, lifting your feet and turning would have been faster, but impossible with your hands stuck in the small of your back and useless as leverage. //Then// you could shuffle awkwardly, either by dragging your body with your feet or by wiggling your butt, trying to right yourself a few inches at time. It is good that there aren't sheets: they would have ended up being [[irredemably ruffled|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 15]]. <<set $P1_CA_chained += 1>> <<case 3>> Laying on the bed isn't easy too. Staying on your back is flat out impossible: even if your wrists weren't shackled behind your back, there is a nice metallic tangle (between the waist chain, the handcuffs and your new connecting chain between hobble and cuffs) that would surely dig straight into your flesh. Being on your belly... you have //no// idea what exactly is tugging at the chains, but your feet are still pulled by them an inch or so off the mattress. It's the loosest hogtie in the world, but still doesn't let you rest properly. Laying on your side is better. Or //possible//, at the very least: you only have to contend with the waist chain pressing against the mattress. An annoyance, but one you can bear. Except that all the turning and puffing let you rather sweaty, and the __leather__ gag wrapped around your mouth and face [[don't help one bit...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += 15]] <<set $P1_CA_chained += 1>> <<case 4>> You have to sit up. The waist chain wasn't that bad //at the beginning//, but the more you lay on the more it burrows in your hip. Turning to the other side doesn't make it better, only makes a new problem for you. In the end you give up: you sit, back against the wall, ass shuffled not quite against it. It means you can't lay your back against the wall (thanks again, handcuffs...), but it's better than nothing. And now you can finally rest a bit... in a puddle of your sweat, with your face clammy and your clothes sticky. Honestly, if you didn't know better, you would think that Master spent who knows how much time devising the perfect predicament for you ''not'' to enjoy. You puff in the gag. Hopefully [[he will come soon|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]. You don't know how much you can endure of this.... <<set $P1_CA_chained += 1>> <</switch>> <<silently>> [[Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</silently>>

<> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") || hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged")>> [[Try to pass the time.|Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains]] <<else>> [[Look at you.|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] [[Look around you.|Sub_D01_CellObserve]] <<if $P1_CA_masturbate is 0>> [[Inspect the chastity belt.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <<else>> [[Try to masturbate.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectBody >= 2 && hasVisited("Sub_D01_MattressEvent") is false>> [[Try a bad idea.|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspectBody >= 2>> [[Your mind is starting to wander...|Sub_D01_Reminishing]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 150 >> /* i.e. from 8.30am onward */ [[Maybe meditation will help pass the time?|Sub_D01_Meditate]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 225 >> /* i.e. from 10am onward */ [[A nap would do you good|Sub_D01_Nap]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 375 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 12.15am onward */ [[You are curious about yoga...|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 615 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 4.15pm onward */ [[Master was really focused on putting you in your place, before...|Sub_D01_SubReflect]] <</if>> <>

<<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "chainRattle" volume 0.5 play>> <</if>> The tinkle of your chains reminds you of a little detail you have forgotten: namely. Master's punishment. Turns out, attempting to do certain things when one's hands are forcibly kept against the small of your back and your feet cannot move more than half a step from each other is... iffy. As in, trying and almost falling to the floor makes you realize quickly what bad idea it is. Well, you surely will be able to do [[something else|Sub_D01_CellHub]], right? Right?

You scamper toward the <<if $choice is 13 || $choice is 14>>wall opposite the door<<else>>door of your cell<</if>>, hobbling as fast as you can, and almost slam your knees on the floor in your rush to obey. Bringing your body closer to the door is //considerably// difficult, with your leg irons kept shortened as they are, <<if $choice is 11 || $choice is 13>>expecially backward<</if>>, but you ignore the unyielding metal clashing against your skin: it is irrelevant, compared to your task.. You <<if $choice is 11 || $choice is 13>>cannot look at Master, not facing away from the door,<<elseif $choice is 12>>cannot look at Master, not kneeling on its side as you are,<<else>>look at Master, hoping - begging - for his approval,<</if>> and await with held breath. <<if $choice is 10 || $choice is 14>>Master returns your gaze, impassible.<<else>>Master doesn't utter a word, letting the weight of the silence rest heavily on your shoulders.<</if>> Then, after a few, long seconds, he <<link "unlocks the door" "Sub_D01ER02_Outcome1">> <<audio "cellOpened01" volume 1 play>> <<if $choice is 14 is false>> <<set $questionMistakes += 1>> <</if>> <</link>> and enters. <<silently>> [[Sub_D01ER02_Outcome1]] <</silently>> /* $choice 10 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorFacing $choice 11 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorAway $choice 12 Sub_D01ER02_KneelDoorSide $choice 13 Sub_D01ER02_KneelWallFacing $choice 14 Sub_D01ER02_KneelWallAway */

<<if $choice is 11 || $choice is 13>> You wait with held breath as Master walks behind you.<<else>>You don't dare lifting your gaze toward Master's face, looking as his boots stops in front of you.<</if>> A few, long seconds pass before you feel the fingers of your Master prodding at the gag, unbuckling the straps and - finally! - taking away the infernal device. <<set $bondage_gag to "panelGag">> You hurry to chew, grateful. While panel gags keep the mouth closed, and thus make you drool less, they also force your jaw closed shut: after so much time, your jaw //aches//. And that is not the kind of pain you enjoy. "...thank you, Master." you say, <<if $choice is 11 || $choice is 13>>raising<<else>>twisting<</if>> your head to look at him. He smiles. How could he not? Even the most stern façade crumbles in front of your irresistible cutene- "//Hnng∼!//" Master smiles at you, his hand pulling your head backward by your hairs. "It is always a pleasure to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, inmate." he declares, eyes alit in mischief. You pout, yet squirm in helpless arousal as your pussy gets wet again behind the shield. Your Master, the meanie, realizes this and laughs. You're hauled on your feet, then turned away from Master - //and that blasted chain goes off!// "Ooooh∼" you sigh, squirming against the handcuffs and transport chain with relish. Your feet can //finally// move to the length of the leg irons, instead of being blocked And your hands! They turn freely in your shackles - no more do the latter grind against a mess of chains and locks, stopping you cold. "Has it been that much of a bother?" asks Master, chains still in hand. "//''Yes!''//" is the immediate answer. He rears back, an eyebrow lifted. You deflate slightly, shuffling a foot around. "....Master." you add. "Huh." he humms. "Well, better this way." He returns your betrayed look with a pointed one. "Given how much trouble you got yourself into, I very much hope that you will //not// make again the same mistake." Your face twists into a grimace, but you nod. Yeah, horny you may be... but you won't test the belt further. Not if it means ending up again in such a predicament. A bondage that you cannot enjoy? What heresy! Master smiles knowingly at you, then removes the rest of your chains and goes outside the cell, closing the door after himself. "<<link "Don't get yourself in trouble again∼" "Sub_D01_CellHub">> <<set $dayTime += $defaultTimeskip>> <<if $audioAllowed>> <<audio "cellClosed01" volume 1 play>> <<audio "footstepsOutsideLoop" volume 0.85 play>><</if>> <</link>>" he teases. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>> <<silently>> [[Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</silently>>

your test starts [[now|Timed Test]]

<><<silently>> <<set $E1 to []>> <<for _i to 0; _i < 31; _i++>> <<set $E1.push(0)>> <</for>> <</silently>><><< run UIBar.hide().stow(true);>><<include "Timed exam Header">> !! Section 1: Communication and Consent '' 1. A slave can speak:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[1]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[1]" 2>> After they ask, and receive, explicit permission; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[1]" 3>> When given explicit permission; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[1]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 1 */ '' 2. A slave can express their opinion:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[2]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[2]" 2>> After they ask, and receive, explicit permission; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[2]" 3>> When it is asked for; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[2]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 1 */ '' 3. A slave can avoid their punishment:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[3]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[3]" 2>> If it is injust; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[3]" 3>> If it is unsafe; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[3]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 4. A slave can refuse sexual activities:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[4]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[4]" 2>> If they are unsafe and/or carry risk; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[4]" 3>> If they are disliked and/or hated; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[4]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 1 */ '' 5. A slave can contact and/or be contacted by people other than their Master:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 2>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 3>> At the discretion of either the slave or the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 4>> At the discretion of the slave and the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 5>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[5]" 6>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 2 */ !! Section 2: B(ondage) & D(iscipline) '' 6. A slave bound (through physical restraints or honor system) into a stress position should mantain it:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 1>> At their own discretion and desire; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 2>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 3>> As long as it has been previously decided; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 4>> As long as it is safe, as verified by either the slave or the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 5>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[6]" 6>> At their Master's discretion and desire; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 */ '' 7. A slave in a chastity belt must be unlocked:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[7]" 1>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[7]" 2>> As a reward for satisfactory service; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[7]" 3>> When the orgasm denial is affecting their mental state; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[7]" 4>> For medical and cleaning purposes only; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[7]" 5>> At the Master's discretion; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 8. A slave in mentally exhausting bondage should be kept in it:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 1>> At their own discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 2>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 3>> As long as it has been previously decided; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 4>> As long as it is safe, as verified by either the slave or the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 5>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[8]" 6>> At their Master's discretion; </label> /* Correct answer: 5 The slave's judgement may be impaired. Normally that means the slave would underestimate their resilience, in this case it's the opposite - EXPLICITLY SAY SO IN THE TEST EVALUATION */ '' 9. A slave can receive body modifications:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[9]" 1>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[9]" 2>> If they can be hidden or easily mistaken for something else by non-knowledgeable people; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[9]" 3>> If they do not excessively affect the slave's life on the physical, mental and social side; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[9]" 4>> At the Master's discretion; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 10. The slave must be made aware of the eventual risks associated with the sexual activities because:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 1>> They have researched those risks; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 2>> They have researched those risks and ensured that all partecipants are equally aware; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 3>> Either the slave or the Master researched those risks; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 4>> Either the slave or the Master researched those risks and ensured that all partecipants are equally aware; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 5>> The Master researched those risks; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[10]" 6>> The Master researched those risks and ensured that all partecipants are equally aware; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 */ !! Section 3: D(ominance) & S(ubmission) '' 11. A slave's behaviour can be restricted socially or financially:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[11]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[11]" 2>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[11]" 3>> At the discretion of both the Master and the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[11]" 4>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[11]" 5>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 12. A slave should strive to push to expand their limits:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[12]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[12]" 2>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[12]" 3>> At the discretion of both the Master and the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[12]" 4>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[12]" 5>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 13. The specific means of the submission of the slave toward the Master are decided:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 1>> By the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 2>> By the slave, considering the limits and kinks of both; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 3>> By common agreement; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 4>> By common agreement, considering the limits and kinks of both; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 5>> By the slave, considering the limits and kinks of both; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[13]" 6>> By the Master; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 - and slave must comment in the evaluation that it feels like Master was underlining something here */ '' 14. A slave giving a blowjob to her Master is an act of submission because:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[14]" 1>> The slave is in service of the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[14]" 2>> The slave cannot cum; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[14]" 3>> Giving pleasure withour receiving it creates an imbalance of power; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[14]" 4>> The seed of the Master either covers (marks) the slave or is swallowed (feeds) the slave; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 15. A Master must deliberately cause disconfort to his slave:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 2>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 3>> At the discretion of both the Master and the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 4>> To punish the slave, should they be masochist and like the common forms of punishments; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 5>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[15]" 6>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 */ !! Section 4: S(adism) & M(asochism) '' 16. After a punishment, the slave must first:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[16]" 1>> Apologize for the misdeeds that caused the punishment; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[16]" 2>> Be tended emotionally by their Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[16]" 3>> Apply medical care to their eventual wounds; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[16]" 4>> Thank the Master for applying correction; </label> /* Correct answer: 2 Answer 3 is wrong on so many different levels it's not even funny - make code so that is explained */ '' 17. If the slave slips in subspace, the punishment can continue:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 2>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 3>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 4>> As long as it has been previously decided; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 5>> As long as it is safe, as verified by the Master; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 6>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[17]" 7>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 5 - not 3 because the slave's judgement may be impaired, tell so in the evaluation */ '' 18. If a slave, unable to resist the stimulation, ruins their orgasm:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[18]" 1>> They must be praised: they didn't cum, regardless of everything; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[18]" 2>> As long as it is safe; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[18]" 3>> As long as it has been previously decided; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[18]" 4>> They must be punished: an orgasm is an orgasm; </label> /* Correct answer: 2 */ '' 19. During anal sex, if the Master is unable to bottom out in the slave:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 1>> The slave must relax; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 2>> The slave must masturbate; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 3>> The slave must beg Master to push through the resistance; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 4>> The Master must either change position or swap toward another kind of sex act; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 5>> The Master must add more lube; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[19]" 6>> The Master must push through the resistance; </label> /* Correct answer: 1 */ '' 20. :'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[20]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[20]" 2>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[20]" 3>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[20]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ !! Section 5: Protocol '' 21. A slave should kneel and crawl:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[21]" 1>> Always; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[21]" 2>> At the Master's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[21]" 3>> At the discretion of both the Master and the slave; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[21]" 4>> At the slave's discretion; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[21]" 5>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 22. The common display pose is:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 1>> Kneeling prostrated, knees touching, tits touching the knees, head lowered, hands at the nape; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 2>> Kneeling prostrated, knees touching, tits touching the knees, head lowered, arms crossed behind the back; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 3>> Kneeling prostrated, knees touching, tits touching the knees, head lowered, arms straight in front laid palms down; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 4>> Kneeling standing, legs wide open, back straight, tits out, hands laid palms up on the thighs; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 5>> Kneeling standing, legs wide open, back straight, tits out, hands crossed behind the back; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 6>> Kneeling standing, legs wide open, back straight, tits out, hands at the nape; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 7>> Standing, feet at shoulder length, back straight, tits out, hands straight at the sides; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 8>> Standing, feet at shoulder length, back straight, tits out, hands crossed behind the back; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[22]" 9>> Standing, feet at shoulder length, back straight, tits out, hands at the nape; </label> /* Correct answer: 9 */ '' 23. When in regime of maximum control, a slave is bound:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[23]" 1>> With their hands behind their back; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[23]" 2>> To limit their range of movements, both as people and as singular limbs; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[23]" 3>> To display and underline their helplessness; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[23]" 4>> As if they were dangerous and rebellious prisoners; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 */ '' 24. If confined in a room or other limited spaces, when Master enters the slave must:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[24]" 1>> Greet Master with respect and eagerness; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[24]" 2>> Kneel facing away from the entrance; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[24]" 3>> Show themselves in the display pose; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[24]" 4>> Prostrate themselves in the center of the room; </label> /* Correct answer: 2 */ '' 25. A slave can freely talk to their Master, disregarding any protocol:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[25]" 1>> Only in situations of danger; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[25]" 2>> To express their hearth's feelings; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[25]" 3>> In any situation outside the scope of BDSM play; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[25]" 4>> Never; </label> /* Correct answer: 2 */ !! Section 6: General kinks '' 26. The Happy Baby Pose is useful because:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[26]" 1>> It is relaxing; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[26]" 2>> It strengthens the biceps and calves; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[26]" 3>> It stretches the back and the hamstrings; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[26]" 4>> It is an easy transition pose; </label> /* Correct answer: 3 */ '' 27. The most one can reasonably wear latex clothes, assuming bathroom breaks are handled, is:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 1>> An hour; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 2>> Six hours; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 3>> Twelve hours; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 4>> A day; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 5>> Three days; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[27]" 6>> A week; </label> /* Correct answer: 4 */ '' 28. The gaits of a pony girls are, from the slowest to the fastest:'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 1>> Walk, trot, canter, gallop; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 2>> Walk, canter, trot, gallop; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 3>> High-step, walk, gallop, trot; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 4>> High-step, trot, gallop, canter; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 5>> High-step, trot, canter, gallop; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[28]" 6>> High-step, gallop, trot, canter; </label> /* Correct answer: 1 */ '' 29. Someting about praise kink :'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[29]" 1>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[29]" 2>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[29]" 3>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[29]" 4>> ???; </label> /* Correct answer: ? */ '' 30. Something about cuddling in BDSM :'' <label><<radiobutton "$E1[30]" 1>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[30]" 2>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[30]" 3>> ???; </label> <label><<radiobutton "$E1[30]" 4>> ???; </label> /* Correct answer: ? */

<><<silently>> /* Count the correct answers and stores them in $E1[0] */ <<set _E1A to [0 , 1, 1, 3, 1, 2, 4, 3, 5, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 3, 4, 2, 5, 2, 1, -, 3, 9, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4, 1, -, -, ] <<for _i to 0; _i < 31; _i++>> <<if $E1[i] == _E1A[i]>> <<set $E1[0] += 1>> </if>> <</for>> << run UIBar.unstow(true).show();>> <<set $unansweredQuestions to $E1.count(0)>> <</silently>><> <<selectRange $unansweredQuestions>><<between 0 0>> "Master?" His eyes "Yes, slave?" You lift the test, showing it to him. "I finished." A flicker of emotion passes through his eyes, too quick for you to decypher - pride? suprise? You're not sure - then Master gets on his feet and walks to your desk. "Well then." he murmurs, taking your paper. "Let's see how you did." <<between 1 10>> "Time's over." A flicker of frustration passes through your eyes, but you obediently put the pencil away. You were //so// close to finish the test! Close, but not yet. You sigh, and let Master take the paper. <<between 11 20>> "Time's over." You blink, surprised, then look at Master. His hard gaze however is unforgiving, and you hurry to put the pencil away and the hands in your lap. Time passed quicker than you expected and you haven't answered to as much questions as you would have liked... but now it is too late. Master <<between 21 30>>"Time's over." You blink, then your eyes widen. //What?!// How could it be? You've answered to only about half of the questions! Alas, the hard look of your Master tells you that it is not a joke. Surprised, and feeling a bit faint, you put away the pencil and give him the test as he comes for it. Fuck. You'd better have answered //exceptionally// well to what part of the test you could - otherwise you're toast. <<between 31 40>> "Time's over." You raise your head in disbelief, looking at Master with wide eyes. Surely not! You've not even at half of the test yet! His hard gaze however shows no sign that it is a joke. Feeling rather panickry, you put the pencil down and give him the test as he comes for it. You think you've gone well until now... if one were to exclude the part left blank, that is. And you already know, Master would not do it... "Let's see how well you did..." he murmurs, eyes looking at the paper. <<between 41 50>> "Time's over." //You freeze.// <<between 51 60>> "Time's over." ''You panic.'' <</selectRange>>

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You can't see. It //seems// a rather superfluous piece of information, but it isn't. You cannot see. The first, the foremost sense is denied to you. Your depth perception and your awareness are denied to you. At each step, you won't know where your foot will land, if it will meet an obstacle, if there is an incline or a slope. And, shackled as you are, you won't be able to protect yourself should you fall. Your ears twitch as the door to the mysterious room is unlocked and opened, then you feel the hand of your Master gripping your arm again and guiding you forward. An ancient instinct makes you hesitate. It is only a moment before your brain re-engages and you realize it's //Master// whom is guiding you, yet because of his long stride that moment is enough to force him to drag you for the first step. opens a door just before and guides the two of you inside before closing the door behind him. You only dimly realize this, for the inside of the room has stolen your breath. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Facilities - Latex room"></center> Latex, latex everywhere: pet threadmill

<center> <<fadein 2s 2s>> ! Interlude I <</fadein>><<fadein 2s 5s>> !! In the mind of the Master <</fadein>> <<timed 8s>> <<goto "Sub_DomInterlude01_Tired">><</timed>> </center>

Your façade of invulnerability lasts only until you escape this false prison created with the collective efforts of all of your friends and partners in kink. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Prison door, end.jpg"></center> Once the door to the underground dungeon closes behind you, your shoulders drop. Your head drops. Your //mind// crashes and burns, the fatigue of a day spent obsessively checking at a camera's monitor finally catching up on you and extorting its toll. ...''fuck'', you're tired. "Bad day, mm?" You glance at your side. Waiting with her back against the wall is Sophie, your mentor. One eyebrow is raised, in her patented 'I feel inquisitive now #2' expression that is very familiar to you by now. Surprisingly she doesn't have her arms crossed under her chest, as usual when her eyebrow is raised. Instead, her hands are holding a precious treasure toward you - something of which you feel a keen need, after the day you have had. A cup of coffee. "Tiring." You take the coffee, sniff the smell of heaven, then take a good gulp out of it - you've heard of this 'sipping' thing, and you're in no mood for it. "No day with her is bad." "Mmhn." She humms, //apparently// nonconfrontational. A more inexperienced individual in Sophie-isms would fall for it, but you're wiser and know that- "Yet what you did pained you. Ah, there it is. "Sophie, I already told you." You give her a //look//, even as you know that it will slid off her like rain along a mountain. "I //am// willing, and prepared, to give $name_sub what she wants, assuming she's ready for it." "It means that today will be the norm, not the exception." points out the dominatrix in office clothes. "Truly a dastardly fate, I am condemned to suffer." You drink again from your cup, feeling a jolt at your systems - //boy//, do you need this stuff. "Being encouraged to bend my love over and fuck her sensless in all her holes, when I want, how I want. To keep her in chains and kneeling at my side. Locked in chastity, so she's always eager for me. A fate worst than death, by all means." "You love cuddling." You ''freeze''. "Handholding too, you degenerate." continues Sophie. "Hugs, pets... the whole skinship thing, in general. You love physical manifestation of love: it reassures you, it makes you feel secure..." Her eyes bore holes in you. "//...loved//." ...as always, your old mentor knows how to twist the blade in the wound. "If I am the Master, I choose what we do." you point out. "If I want to cuddle with my slave, my slave //will// cuddle with me." "And yet she hasn't asked for cuddles, or included them in this vacation." presses the woman. "I am the one who decided what would happen." you grumble. "And wouldn't she be badly surprised if you were to barge in her cell to spend the night cuddling with her?" You sigh. "...get to the point, Sophie." "The point is this: while you realize all her fantasies, don't forget about yourself. She wants ''you'', not a caricature of a merciless dom." Sophie turns and begins to walk along the hallway, unhurried. "Come, there is an interview to do." "Oh, wonderful." you ==whine== //say//, crumbling the empty cup "More work..." "And put a smile on your face, we need to make the viewers like us." "Yes, //mom//." The fist hitting you right below your ribs makes you wheeze a pained grunt - the woman may be smaller than you, but she knows how to dish the hurt. ...still [[worth it|Part II]].

The rest of the visit goes away in a whirlwind, or so it seems. Master puts the tray and the IV stand out of the cell while you kneel near the bed, bound by his strict order not to move. You briefly debate whenever to act up or not, but ultimately decides you've had enough of being bratty... for now. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>>Your ravaged asshole is thankful.<<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>Beside, with your body still shivering in the last waves of the ruined orgasm, you don't think you could pull something off.<<else>>The memory of the skinship you shared as his spent body pressed on yours is still present in your mind, and you're loathe to ruin the feeling.<</if>> Once the paraphernalia is disposed off, it's time for something a lot less enjoyable. "...do I really have, Master?" you plead, looking upward at him with wide eyes "Yes." he deadpans, chastity belt in hand. "I want __my__ pussy wet, not rubbed raw by your undisciplined fingers." Drat. Foiled again. Mumbling something not really audible but suspiciously sounding like "...not raw //raw//...", you shift your legs from under your ass, then spread them as far as the leg irons allow and awkwardly lift your butt. Master doesn't waste time in cinching the waist strap around your hips, connecting the two extremities of the open strip just above your slit. Then he fingers your clit. You moan, unable to muster the willpower to stop yourself... but lift your crotch higher, burning calves be damned! "Maste//ee//er..." <<linkreplace "you whimper." t8n>>you whimper. <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "spoonSpanking1" volume 1 play>><</if>> <<timed 2s>><<scrolldown 5s>><</timed>> His palm slaps your cunt lips with the sound of a wet towel, and you shriek. "Bad slave." your Master says, smiling. "What is your place?" "...at your feet, <<linkreplace "Master?\"">>Master?" <<timed 2s>><<scrolldown 5s>><</timed>> This time the slap arrives on your quivering thigh, almost sending you crashing in a heap on the ground. "More specific, slave." he says, openly smirking, as he raises his hand threateningly. "What is that you have to be and do while being in your place?" "Uhm..." <<set $choice to -1>> "[[...be an obedient slave, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 1]]" "[[...be your denied fuckpet, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 2]]" "[[...loyally servicing your cock, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 3]]" "[[...squirm for the horni, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 4]]" "[[...be bound at all times, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 5]]" <<set $questionMistakes to 0>> <<set $knowsHerPlace to false>> <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

<<switch $choice>> <<case 1>> <<set $questionMistakes +=2>> This time his hand hits your stomach, making you collapse into an undignified heap. "Ou..." you whimper. "//Of course// you will be obedient, slave." Master says, a glint into his eyes. Left unsaid was the obvious: //I will make sure of it.// "Y-yes, Master." [[you squeal|Sub_D01E03_Question2]]. <<case 3>> <<set $questionMistakes +=1>> His hand descends on your thigh, making you almost fall from your precarious position. Oh, and squeal in pain, of course. "//Of course// you will service my cock, slave." His amused huff is vaguely predatory... but there is nothing 'vague' in the way his eyes seem to devour you alive. "I will make use of your mouth, of your pussy and of your ass any time I want, how I want, where and when I want." He bends forward, looming over you. "//And there is not a single thing you can do to stop me.//" You shiver... and this time it is //not// for the stress of keeping your strenuous pose with burning muscles. "Now lay down." His fingers grip around your thigh and force you on the ground before you have a chance [[to obey|Sub_D01E03_Question2]]. <<case 4>> <<set $questionMistakes +=3>> "...the 'horni'?"" Master tilts his head sideways, furrowing his brow. "Slave, do you need a dictionary? The Queen's English, if you would." "Uhm... sorry, Master." you say, reddening in the face. "But I bet I would be better with an orgasm or two." "..." His palm hits you squarely on the cunt, making you [[squeal|Sub_D01E03_Question2]] and sending you ass over kettle. And you can't even say you don't deserve it! <<case 5>> <<set $questionMistakes +=1>> He snorts, then hits your trembling thigh. You hiss, trying to steady yourself with your arms bound behind you and your legs hobbled. "No, slave, you will be bound at all times //that I want//." he corrects you. "F-free?" you gasp, eyes widening. "Yes, slave: free." In spite of his words, the gaze he turns upon you is nothing short of //famelic//. "Your limbs will occasionally be free from any bondage. Granted, a shock collar may or may not be involved in those rare times, but..." He shrugs. You snort, then regret it as this makes your stomach wobble in a way that threatens your balance. "Master, may I lay down?" you ask. "Yes." You hurry to put your ass on the ground, then sigh in relief. The part of the belt that goes between your ass cheeks is a bother with the crotch shield unlocked, but at least you can [[sit|Sub_D01E03_Question2]]. <<case 2>> <<set $knowsHerPlace to true>> "'Fuckpet'?" he repeats. His hand gently rubs at your thigh, feeling the trembling in your muscles. "Interesting choice of word here, slave." Suddently Master digs his nails into your flesh, drawing a hiss from you. "//Elaborate//" "Uhmn..." Okay, how to translate what your horny mind said- "-I meant it as someone who's fucked at will, preferably in m-//her// pussy..." His hand rose. "-but also elsewhere if you want," you hasten to add. His hand falls on your thigh, marking it with his handprint. "'If' I want, slave?" He chuckles. "Try ''when'' I want. Far more realistic this way." His hand returns to caress your trembling thighs, and you bite your lips; you have enough trouble keeping the position like this, the added distraction is making you- "I find a contradiction in what you said." You blink, trying to focus on his words and not on the burning of your muscles and pussy both. "A fuckpet //fucks// and //is fucked//, but you said your place is to be a __denied__ fuckpet..." "Ahm//mmn.//.." Your teeth close on your lips again, desperately attempting to gather some drop of self-control in you. "Well... y-you said that I s-should... shoudn't r-receive pleasure without your permi//iiih∼//ssion..." "Oh?" His tone is infuriatingly casual for someone whose fingers just slithered in your slit - //you// don't feel this casual, that's for sure! "So you were paying attention. Good, good." "A-always.... //hnn//... Master." His smile becomes [[blinding|Sub_D01E03_Question2]]. <</switch>>

Consider adding more variety to the [[Sub_D01E03_Anal]] sequence, some images are repeated (Anal, while ballgagged, handcuffed and hair pulled.gif is repeated THREE TIMES, albeit in different passages) DONE Add sounds to the whole sequence of [[Sub_D01E03_Anal]], there is too little of it. Where are the moans, the flap flap?! Where to find ballgagged fucking? THEME SONG CANDIDATE Avaliani - Promises

<<set $chastity to "slimChastityBelt">> The crotch strap is raised between your thighs and locked to the waist belt. You ==whimper pathetically== groan in disappointment, looking at Master with ==begging== grumpy eyes. He smirks, chuckling, and help you to a kneeling position once again. You don't complain; beside being your natural one, you //are// tired. And horny. One cannot forget being horny, expecially near Master and his teasing fingers. You look up at Master with adoring eyes, and he rewards you by giving you //headpats//. It makes you feel loved, but also spread a blush from the tip of your ears to the top of your tits. It is... "Humiliating?" asks Master, almost reading your mind. You nod, still red in face. "Yes, Master." His smirk widens. "But not unwelcome." he argues, nodding at your head... which is rubbing against his hand. You blush //harder//. "N-no, Master." you manage to stammer, averting your gaze. He snickers, yet allow you to break eye contact... and gives you //more// headpats, the fiend. Clearly thinking about exploiting your moment of weakness, striking at your lowest- "You know, I... don't think I ever asked you, but //why// do you like being humiliated so much?" says Master, suddently - and unexpectedly. You blink, then gulp. Are you to be left without an ounce of secrets (and dignity)? Are you to have your inner secrets made bare, and worse, to reveal them yourself? <<set $humiliationReason to -1>> ...clearly yes, so you promptly answer. "[[It strips me of the trapping of personhood.|Sub_D01E03_Answer2][$choice to 1]]" "[[Degradation fuels my inequality kink.|Sub_D01E03_Answer2][$choice to 2]]" "[[Being at the bottom of the ladder means I have less to worry.|Sub_D01E03_Answer2][$choice to 3]]" "[[It's... cathartic, in a way. It makes me feel better... not only in a sexual way.|Sub_D01E03_Answer2][$choice to 4]]" <<set $kinkDetail_humil_reason to "">>

Time for free choices: 4+7+5+7+4 = 27 time periods Free choices: - 3x Meditate - 3x CellInspect - 3x BodyInspect - 3x Yoga after Sub_D01E02H_FreshAir&Yoga - 4x Reminishing (Unfairness, Failure, 2x Master) - 4x SubReflect (expected 6?) - 1x Pee - subtot.: 17 (i.e. 4h15min Forced events - 1x Breakfast - 4x Yoga - - - -

//Your place... // In the course of the day, Master has put a great emphasis on your place - mainly by putting you in it, of course, but also by teaching and testing you. You aren't immune to such kink either: if anything, it makes you wet quite quickly... as the dark spot on your pants proves right now. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections, on dominance.gif"></center> Without much else to do in your cell<<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 3>>, and feeling //really// horny after all the teasing that Master subjected you to,<</if>> you start to reflect on... [[...your brattiness.|Sub_D01_Brattiness]] <<if $P1_CA_subReflect >= 1>> [[...your denial.|Sub_D01_Denial]] <</if>><<if $P1_CA_subReflect >= 2>> [[...your treatment.|Sub_D01_Unfairness]] <</if>><<if $P1_CA_subReflect >= 3>> [[...your service.|Sub_D01_Service]] <</if>><<if $P1_CA_subReflect >= 4>> [[...your subjugation.|Sub_D01_Subjugation]] <</if>><<if $P1_CA_subReflect >= 5>> [[...your redution in status.|Sub_D01_Objectification]]<</if>> [[You feel you have made enough introspection for now.|Sub_D01_CellHub]] /* <<set $knowsHerPlace to true>> */

You are a brat. You __know__ that you're a brat, and an intrinsic part of the brat kink is //not// to learn from your 'mistakes'... or at least to do new ones, so that Master can 'punish' you once again. You ''like'' when Master overcomes your challenge and put you back where you belong - //at his feet//. <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Dominance/Pose/Pose, kneeling while Master rubs her.gif"></center> It is a reinforcement of your submission, remastered in a new key more suited to your future status: that of an utterly subjugated slave. While before you submitted out of your own will, now your desire for submission is trivial, irrilevant: your submission is expected, required even. If you act up, you are istantly punished. Being a brat, and paying the consequences, is now becoming a ritual for this next level of your relationship with Master. Therefore, challenging Master is actually //encouraged//: it gives him new opportunities to put you back in your place, emphasizing your status. ...well, almost. There is [[one thing|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] that doesn't follow the scheme... <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 0>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 1>> <</if>><</silently>>

Your denial is an anomaly. When you have been a brat, by talking back or making witty quips, Master has always been swift to answer: spanks, teases, slaps, flicks, pinches, and other such punishment. Those were quick retaliations, apt at giving a warning while being on the same level of your wisecracks. But when you joked on your denial? <<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 3>>Or tested the belt? <</if>><<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_Punishment")>>Or teased him back?<</if>> Then things change. <><center> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On cattle prods 1.gif"> <<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")>> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On clit squishing.gif"> <<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On ruined orgasm.gif"> <<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_Punishment")>> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On belting.gif"> <<else>> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On pussy spanking.gif"> <</if>></center><> <> Nipples twisted harshly, <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_Punishment")>> your ass whipped with his belt, <</if>> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged")>> chains and gags that combined in devilishly predicaments, <</if>> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_Punishment")>> your ass whipped with his belt, <</if>> slaps aimed squarely at your //pussy//... <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>> your clit shocked with a cattle prod, leaving you wheezing for the pain <<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating")>> your clit pinched and squished, flattened by Master's merciless grip <</if>> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>> ... your orgasm ruined so cruelly, and in such agonizing way. <</if>>.<> Yes, Master made it clear that he considers your denial an altogether different thing, and a [[far more serious one...|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 1>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 2>> <</if>><</silently>>

Service. It would become a fundamental part of you, that you already know. A slave that doesn't serve is a decoration - and while you //are// into objectification, being a pretty bauble to look upon is not what makes your pussy quiver. Yet you're surprised at the way in which this particular kink appeared: with subtlety, painted in soft strokes so faint that you wouldn't have realized it without this deep introspection on your submission. And what you are deducing is... not at all as you imagined it. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 03 - Service - Latex maid.gif"> ...a half-naked woman in a slutty maid outfit, teethering on ballet boots, cleaning a home in shackles, being bent over by Master... <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 03 - Service - Fucking the maid 2.gif"></center> What you expected is that service would display your submission and be used as an excuse for kinky, loving, sweaty //fucking//: a mean to a (very hot) end, then, set at the end of a cycle of lovemaking that made your sex life interesting without any danger of repetitiveness. What Master implied with his actions, <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>and said out loud while giving you the worst ruin of your life, <</if>>is that service would not be a quick prelude to a session of passionate rutting. Service was given for granted, //expected// even: a new baseline, set higher and stricter so to give him new excuses to punish you (and put you in your place, once again) while at the same time enforcing your new, unfair status as a slave. Your subjugation was thus guaranteed by the repetition of a cycle in three steps: enforcing your place, treating you unfairly and evaluating your service. And each of those steps, in their own way, made you //[[hornier and hornier|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]...// <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 3>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 4>> <</if>><</silently>>

Every sexual experience you has has been fundamentally unbalanced. <>Your breakfast? Served with his cum, with your pussy going hungry behind its shield. Yoga? <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_Punishment")>> Yes, you teased him, but he took his revenge on you <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")>>and even inflicted you the greatest (and most torturous) ruined orgasm //of your life//<</if>>. <<else>> It started homely enough... if one were to exclude you doing it //handcuffed// and //shackled//... but then Master 'showered' you with that sponge on a stick, and he used it to great effects in rubbing your cunt and tits, making you quite randy. <</if>> Lunch? //Ooh boyo∼// Between the enema, the humiliation, <<if $analClench[0] >2>>the futile attempts at getting him off as fast as possible, <</if>><<if $analPush[0] >2>>your desperate rutting against Master's pushes to try and cum, <</if>><<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>and <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_RuinedOrgasm")YET ANOTHER <<else>><</if>> ruined orgasm,<<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>>and Master ramming his brutish tool in your poor asshole like that,<</if>> you ended up being almost delirious by the end of it. <> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 02 - Unfairness - On being loaned to male.gif"></center> If the purpose was to make you horny without any escape from the fire in your cunt... well, mission accomplished! After most of a day spent this way, even a small touch to your clit would make you explode into the orgasm that you have been chasing since your intake process. But you suspect there is something //deeper// that making your pussy ache. What is that he told you...? <><center><img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 02 - Unfairness - Whispers.gif"> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur")>> //"I told you, slave." he says in your ear. "Your pleasure belongs to ''me''. And you don't get to steal what is ''mine''."// <<elseif $knowsHerPlace is true>> //"...the point is not you cumming or not, the point is //that you should not receive any pleasure without my express permission//."// <<else>> // "Who do you belong to?" "Aou, maheea." "And who does your pleasure belong to?" "...aou, maheea." // <</if>></center><> The focus was less on your denial and more on your orgasms as Master's propriety. It wasn't about not making you cum, it was about such an intimate part of yourself being into the hand of your Master. ''He'' holds your clit and pussy hostage, and you can do nothing It is unbalanced. It is unfair. //And it is utterly, maddeningly arousing for you∼// .....which, maybe, was kinda a not-so-secondary goal? Ahem. //Aaaa//nyway, your denial served a purpose greater than making you horny: it was further leverage to make you [[servile|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]. Your Master wants you horny //and pliable//. <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 2>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 3>> <</if>><</silently>>

The process of being undressed is rather strange, without sight. His fingers flitter around your blouse, unbuttoning it slowly: you understand what he's doing only after your tits are <<switch $breastSize>><<case "breastSize_B" "breastSize_C" "breastSize_D">>uncovered<<case "breastSize_DD" "breastSize_G">>spilling from the top<</switch>> and Master pushes the shirt off your shoulders and behind you, ruffled around your bound arms. Your waist chain is exchanged for a pair of hinged handcuffs, which are locked around your elbows. Then your wrist shackles are removed, and with them the shirt trapped between the two. You don't get to enjoy the (limited) freedom of your hands, of course: a pair of leather mittens reduces them to useless stubs quite quickly, the wrists themselves bound to your arms and shoulders with straps. You can wave your elbows around, after Master removes the handcuffs. If you weren't rubbing your thighs against each other then, you are now that he has made you so helpless. //And it is not over yet.// He pushes down your pants, letting the fabric roll around and against the hobble. A new pair of cuffs, one weirldy rigid, is put on your ankles, then the leg irons are removed and you realize, trying to move, that you are in a spreader bar. Your pants are uncerimoniously pulled away. He makes you kneel, hands gripping your shoulders, forcing you to rely on him not to crash on the ground. He adjusts the length of the spreader bar, then cinches straps around thighs and calves. Only after you have been frog-tied the spreader bar is removed, leaving you wiggling helplessly. Then a gag is bought to your lips.

Your breath quickens as you realize the implications of this new revelation. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 04 - Subjugation - On objectification.gif"></center> Under this new regime, you will cease to be a person and become //an appliance// instead. You would be //a machine//, a //thing// of lust and obedience, //programmed// instead of trained, your brain reduced to mush while your body moves under the guidance of the whip, the cane, the cattle prod. Just a day in your retraining left you <<if $P1_CA_masturbate >= 3>>swimming in a puddle of your arousal, <</if>><<if $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating >= 3>>unable to think coherently, <</if>><<switch $achievementRequirements["ruined"]>><<case 0>>left to dream about cumming, <<case 1>>left with your mind struggling after the ruined orgasm, <<case 2>>left with your mind half-melted for the repeated ruins, <<case 3>>left with a mild case of bimboification due to excessive ruined orgasms, <</switch>><<if $achievementRequirements["betaTester"] >= 2>>banging your fists against your chastity shield, <</if>><<if $achievementRequirements["subspace"] >= 2>>and teethering on the edge of subspace, so many times you have been plunged into it.<<else>>and thinking constantly of sex (and Master's dick), so many times you have been teased by it.<</if>> What would a week do to you? //A month?// A ''year''? And to live the rest of your life, day after day, under such a regime? This is not 'pressing your buttons': this is taking your body as an instrument and going to tow with the whole symphonical orchestra! Your very humanity [[is under siege|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]]... and the realization makes your pussy tremble even more∼! <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 4>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 5>> <</if>><</silently>>

Your horny mind, armed with a new vision of your incoming slavery, begins to design your future objectification. You know that this day, that seems so long, is merely the beginning of a long road ahead of you. What is expected of you? What will you face? What obstacles will be put in your path, and how will they [[further your slavery|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice to 0]]?

// The sound of the hammer echoed in the small forge. <center> <img src="images/Part 02/Dream, riveting shackles.jpg"></center> You don't move, warned against it and fearing the whip of the warden more than the hammer hitting so close to your foot. Every time the blacksmith's arm lowers you feel your whole leg shudder, the result of the tool pushing the rivet some more inside the shackle's hole. It is done. Now you've been permanently hobbled. Your warden doesn't loose time in grabbing you by your shoulder and pulling you on your bare feet. You wobble, your body weightened by several pounds of metal, // [[You awaken. |Sub_D02_Awaken]]

<<switch $choice>> <<case 0>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 0 - On bondage.gif"></center> Master will be relentless, you know it - it is what you wanted, and he likes the sight of your bound and struggling body too much to object. You have a life full of hard restriction upon you, of punishments and corrections. But what you truly long for is not what he will do to your body... even if that alone makes you dribble quite a lot down your thighs... but [[to your mind.|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]] << case 1>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 01 - Denial - On ruined orgasms.gif"></center> How would Master use your new state as a constantly aroused slavegirl? The chastity belt is a potent tool into his hands, but you know him: he would not be content with it alone. There would be more... //a lot// more... waiting for you. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 1 - On ruined orgasms.gif"></center> Would you be forced to debase yourself for a chance to cum? To plead and beg, display yourself in humiliating poses, entertain Master with your degradement, only for the barest possibility of getting what your cunt and addled brain [[so much desire|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]]? <<case 2>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 2 - Hucow.gif"></center> Will you be debased further? Be brought lower than a mere slave? An //animal//, maybe? Something humiliating, to ''truly'' drive home how low you have been made? A sow, to rut in the mud trying to hump your slippery hips against something, or maybe a cow, put in stocks to draw milk from your udders? Or maybe... something even //[[lower|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]]// [[than an animal|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]]? <<case 3>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 3 - On personality annullment.gif"></center> Will you be subsumed by the bonds of your Master - your identity, your voice, your very //face// obscured by hoods and gags and catsuits - until nothing remains except the fetish object? A ''thing'', to be played with with no regards for __its__ pleads or protests. [[Objects do not object|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]] to their treatment, after all... <<case 4>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 04 - Subjugation - On objectification.gif"></center> And how will you spend the time alone? Master will not be able to be with you all the time, of course: he, a person, will still have a normal life, something that would forever be outside the reach of a slave like you. There would be the need to... //stash// you, to //store// you, while not in play. It is the fate of things, of //toys//, after all, when not [[in use|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]]. The mere thought makes you whimper, your thighs rubbing fruitlessly against each other! <<case 5>> You will have to be put away at some point, and Master is not the kind of person to lose such an opportunity. He will want to use the isolation and even harsher restriction to mold you further... how? <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 5 - On personality annullment.gif"></center> Will he put you in impossible predicaments, forcing you to struggle between positions as you bash your head between opposing states of mind? Or maybe force you to withstand agonizing pleasures and exciting suffering? Will there be a camera or a baby monitor, so that Master could draw enjoyment from your struggles by switching on his cellphone? Or maybe he will let you alone, your very suffering ignored as insignificant? <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflection 06 - ObjectificationCycle 3 - On personality annullment.gif"></center> Will you be a display piece? A furniture item? A living statue? Left immobile, to stew in your own juices, observed and derided by unseen viewers and future users of your body? And what other things he will do to you, //on// you, ''at'' you, [[to further reshape your mind|Sub_D01_ObjectificationCycle][$choice +=1]]? <<case 6>> <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 6 - On being loaned to lesbo 1.gif"></center> Will you be loaned to friends and acquietances, to be used and abused by those you formerly called peers? In the past the two of you have played with other people, be it at the Club or in a more private settings: it was during such events that you two met, after all. Your new status would change things significantly, thought. You would not be a submissive, you would be //a slave//. The lowest of the lowest. Something to use... by Master, and those to whom Master will give the opportunity. The possibilities are endless... <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Submissive reflections/Submissive reflections 06 - ObjectificationCycle 6 - On being loaned to lesbo 2.gif"></center> Whatever is your fate, one thing is for sure: you (and your gushing pussy) will accept it [[with joy.|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <</switch>> <<silently>> <<if $P1_CA_subReflect == 5>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect += 6>> <</if>> <</silently>>

Partly because you are bored, partly because you're hungry... and partly because you are //horny//. 20pm - dinner, teasing Master sits on bed, plops slave on lap and teases her, questioning her on the day - is she horny? - comments on all the punishment suffered - rules and expectations - question the slave if he is sufficiently strict with her

It doesn't take much to put metal bracelets around your wrists and ankles, the familiar act of putting you in bondage having a calming effect on you by now. The door opens, revealing Master with a tray to you and your kneeling, naked body to him. He may be the one who smirks, looking down at you, yet you still feel like you got the better prize of the two. "To your bed, slave." he says, nudging you with your foot. "But stay on your knees. I like you like this." You smile at him - you too like kneeling for him! - and walk on your knees toward the bed, stopping only when in front of it. Techically you have gone 'to' your bed, but not knowing exactly what he wants you cannot go beyond the mere 'technically'. You don't have to think much about it, Master has the situation well in hands: putting the tray on your clothes, folded neatly on the bed, the man sits on the mattress and pats one knee. "On my lap, inmate." ...this you like. Eagerly following the command, you rise only to sit on his knees, your bound arms against his chest, your ass squirming against his crotch... A hand pinching your nipple makes you stop doing it. "Behave." he warns you. "Sorry, Master..." His snort is clear: he doesn't believe you. Maybe the fact that you're still squirming has given him [[this false impression|Sub_D01E04_HandFed]]... <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "handcuffs">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "legIrons">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "behindBack">> <<set $clothes to "None">> <</silently>>

One hand sneaks around your waist, drawing you further against him and eliciting a horny shudder from your body. He doesn't chuckle, yet you can almost //feel// the smug smirk on the jerk's lips. And while you'd like to protest the smugness... you can't, can you? He is quite entiled to it, by right of conquest even. ...but you're still going to be a brat, every now and then. Gotta keep him on his toes. Plus, it feels //soooo// good to be put in your place... The tray being put on your lap derails that train of thoughts. You are back to the present: with your Master having pinned you to his chest and you sitting on his legs, trying not to squirm too much. The hand not keeping you in place goes around your chest and plunges in the dog dish filled with kibble, then resurfaces with a few bits. "Say 'aaaah'." Master orders, teasingly. Your blush is atomic. Squirming in place, and not (only) because of your cunt, you swallow your suddently dry mouth and obediently say: "...aaaah." You are rewarded with a handfull of kibble on your tongue and an amused "Good girl∼" whi

<<set $P2_CA_inspectBody to 0>> <<set $P2_CA_inspectCell to 0>> <<set $P2_CA_masturbate to 0>> <<set $todayInspectedCell to false>> <<set $badIdea_analFeeder to false>> <<set $badIdeaDone_analFeeder to false>> <<set $P2_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating_Punished to false>> <<set $questionMistakes to 0>> <<if $audioAllowed>> /* Audio - Part 2 */ /* Audio - Part 2 - Cell ambience */ <</if>>

<<silently>> <<if $day is 8>> <<if $dayTime is 60 && $todayInspectedCell is false>> // i.e. 7am <<goto "Sub_D08ER01_CellInspect">> <<elseif $dayTime is 300 && $todayInspectedInmate is false>> <<goto "Sub_D08ER02_InmateInspect">> <</if>> <</if>> // end check of $day <</silently>>

<center> <img src="images/Part 02/Cell.jpg"></center> <<selectRange $dayTime>> /* between 6am and 7.45am - 3 times + redirect + 3 times slot */ <<between 0 105>> <<include "Sub_D08_BeforeEH01">> /* at 7am - 1 times slot, will be redirected to after the player's choice */ /* at 8am - 1 times slot */ <<between 120 120>> <<include "Sub_D08EH01_BreakfastBjTrainer">> /* between 8.15am and 8.45am - 3 times slot */ <<between 135 165>> <<include "Sub_D08_EH01toES01">> /* at 9pm - 1 times slot */ <<between 180 180>> <<include "Sub_D08ES01_SexReliefMaster">> /* between 9.15am and 9.45am - 3 times slot */ <<between 195 225>> <<include "Sub_D08_ES01toET01">> /* at 10am (lasts 30min) - 2 times slot */ <<between 240 255>> <<include "Sub_D08ET01_TrainingHeels">> /* between 10.45 am and 11.45am - 2 times + redirect + slot */ <<between 270 345>> <<include "Sub_D08_ET01toEH02">> /* at 11.15am - 1 times slot, will be redirected to after the player's choice */ /* at 12am (lasts 1h) - 4 times slot */ <<between 360 420>> <<include "Sub_D08EH02_FreshAir">> /* between 1.15 pm and 1.45pm - 3 times slot */ <<between 435 465>> <<include "Sub_D08_EH02toER03">> /* at 2pm (lasts 1h) - 4 times slot */ <<between 480 525>> <<include "Sub_D08ER03_ForcedBondage">> /* between 3.15 pm and 3.45pm - 3 times slot */ <<between 540 585>> <<include "Sub_D08_ER03toEH03">> /* at 4pm - 1 times slot */ <<between 600 600>> <<include "Sub_D08EH03_LunchBjTrainer">> /* between 4.15 pm and 4.45pm - 3 times slot */ <<between 615 645>> <<include "Sub_D08_EH3toET02">> /* at 5pm (lasts 30min) - 2 times slot */ <<between 660 675>> <<include "Sub_D08ET02_TrainingSlavePositions">> /* between 5.45 pm and 6.45pm - 5 times slot */ <<between 690 765>> <<include "Sub_D08_ET02toES02">> /* at 7pm - 1 times slot */ <<between 780 780>> <<include "Sub_D08ES02_SexPunishPreviousOs">> /* between 7.15pm and 7.45pm - 3 times slot */ <<between 795 825>> <<include "Sub_D08_ES02toEH04">> /* at 8pm - 1 times slot*/ <<between 840 840>> <<include "Sub_D08EH04_DinnerBjTrainer">> /* between 8.15pm and 8.45pm - 3 times slot */ <<between 855 885>> <<include "Sub_D08_EH04toET03">> /* at 9pm (lasts 1h) - 4 times slot */ <<between 900 945>> <<include "Sub_D08ET03_TrainingReversePrayer">> /* between 9.15pm and 10pm - 4 times slot */ <<between 960 1005>> <<include "Sub_D08_AfterET03">> /* at 10.15pm */ <<between 1020 1020>> <<include "Sub_D08_Sleep">> <<selectDefault>> DEFAULT VALUE, NO BELOW BOUNDARIES FOUND - AND IT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</selectRange>> <<if $dayTime<120>> <<include "Sub_D08_DecisionTree">> /* The value in the 'if' decides after what time period you go to EndVersion */ <<elseif $dayTime != 120 || $dayTime != 360 || $dayTime != 840 || $dayTime != 600>> /* Do not display the decision tree: it's time for an event */ <<else>> <<goto "EndVersion">> <</if>>

THE THREE PHASES - Recap 15 = 15min, 30 = 30min, 1 = 1h Phase 2 (3 days shown) DREAM - is about being permanently shackled at a medieval forge. No mattress, cuffed (or shackled?) in cell 3 meals: Cell inspection 15: bjTrain slaveFeed Inmate inspect. 3 trainings: 1: mix predicBond 30: Treadmill heel walk Strappado, 30: Slave position Pussy-nipple clamps, 1: Reverse prayer Squat 2 sex_activities daily: 1: 'rat' intrusion Variable: Either Bj test or anal. Fixed: ElectrRuinO, punish. 4 previous Os (see [[Various quotes for the future]]) 1h of air: Activity 1: Labouring in the mud Try anal on bj trainer 1: Pony endurance training Medit. => subspace 1: Pet play (what kind) Tied up at night Spreadeagle? Cocooned? With mini-predicament?

Find medieval dungeon ambience music as background for [[Sub_D08_CellHub]] Find image of medieval dungeon cell without window that opens to

<<switch $P2_CA_inspectCell>> <<case 0>> [[You're not going to escape this.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<case 1>> [[You're out of ideas.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<case 2>> [[...where the hell are you?|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <<default>> [[Boredom is a bad cell mate....|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectCell += 1>> <</switch>>

<<switch $P2_CA_inspectBody>> <<case 0>> There isn't much to say about [[You're not going to escape this.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<case 1>> [[You're out of ideas.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<case 2>> [[...where the hell are you?|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <<default>> [[Boredom is a bad cell mate....|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_inspectBody += 1>> <</switch>>

Cell inspection (surprise)

<> [[Look at you.|Sub_D08_BodyObserve]] [[See where you are.|Sub_D08_CellObserve]] [[Try to meditate.|Sub_D08_CellObserve]] <<if $P2_CA_meditate >= 3>> [[Reflect...|Sub_D08_Subspace]] <</if>> <>

3 meals: 15min bjTrain slaveFeed

1h of air: 1: Labouring in the mud 1: Pony endurance training 1: Pet play (what kind)

h of air: Activity 1: Labouring in the mud Try anal on bj trainer 1: Pony endurance training Medit. => subspace 1: Pet play (what kind)

3 meals: 15min bjTrain slaveFeed

Inmate inspection (surprise)

Activity Try anal on bj trainer after at least one meal

3 meals: 15min bjTrain slaveFeed

1: mix predicBond Strappado, Pussy-nipple clamps, Squat

<<switch $P2_CA_meditate>> <<case 0>> [[You're not going to escape this.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_meditate += 1>> <<case 1>> [[You're out of ideas.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_meditate += 1>> <<case 2>> [[...where the hell are you?|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_meditate += 1>> <<default>> [[Boredom is a bad cell mate....|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_meditate += 1>> <</switch>>

<<switch $P2_CA_subspace>> <<case 0>> [[You're not going to escape this.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_subspace += 1>> <<case 1>> [[You're out of ideas.|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_subspace += 1>> <<case 2>> [[...where the hell are you?|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_subspace += 1>> <<default>> [[Boredom is a bad cell mate....|Sub_D08_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] <<set $P2_CA_subspace += 1>> <</switch>>

3+3+3+3+2+2+3+3+3+5+3+3+4 = 40 times slots

The variable $requiresMeterBar specifies if the meter bars must be shown. It is true if and only if $storyMode is "DifficultyEasy" and the passage has a tag beginning with "sex_". This check is done in [[PassageReady]] . [[PassageHeader_OLD]] is where the meter bars are shown. [[PassageDone_OLD]] is where the bars are updated

<><<if $requiresMeterBar>> <div id="topbar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><center> <table><tr align=center valign=center><td><> <<if tags().includesAny("sex_act", "sex_predicament", "sex_edge", "sex_act", "sex_pony", "sex_pet")>> ''Your pain:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourPain" "$slavePain" "$slaveMaxPain">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_predicament")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPredicament[$indexPredicament]" "$maxFatigue_predicament[$indexPredicament]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$slaveEffort" "$maxFatigue_exercise[$indexExercise]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$slaveEffort" "$maxFatigue_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$slaveEffort" "$maxFatigue_bj[$indexBj]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countAnal[$indexAnal]" "$maxFatigue_anal[$indexAnal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countVaginal[$indexVaginal]" "$maxFatigue_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_PE")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPE[$indexPE]" "$maxFatigue_PE[$indexPE]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPony[$indexPony]" "$maxFatigue_pony[$indexPony]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPet[$indexPet]" "$maxFatigue_pet[$indexPet]">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" "$slaveMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" "$slaveMaxArousal">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" "$slaveMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" "$slaveMaxArousal_pony[$indexPony]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$slaveArousal" "$slaveMaxArousal_pet[$indexPet]">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_bj[$indexBj]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_act")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_PE")>> ''Mistress' arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_PE[$indexPE]">> <</if>> <></td> </tr></table></center> </div></div></div> <</if>><>

<<switch $choice>> <<case 1>> <<set $kinkDetail_humil_reason to "humilPathTowardObjectification">> He lifts an eyebrow, spearing your eyes with a gaze that goes straight to your soul. "Dehumanization..." he realizes. "Yours is not merely an //unfairness// kink, isn't it? You are into //objectification//." You blush harder, yet nod your confirmation. "Y-yes, Master." "Now suddently many things are clearer..." His voice trails off, his mind lost in the past - even as his hand still idly rubs your scalp, soothing you. "...not many correlated kinks, just many shades of one..." You take a deep breath and let yourself being petted as his voice descends into unaudible whispers. You know how he is, sometimes he gets lost in his own thoughts, but he always resurfaces umprompted - after having thoroughly dissected what caught his attention. ...beside, the headpats //are// nice. "There is just one thing." he abruptly says - case in point. "Why haven't you said anything before now?" You flush again... this time not because of your hungry pussy. "I... was afraid. Master." His sharp eyes cut at the hearth of the problem immediatedly. "Fear of kink-shami- no, of //rejection.//" It is not a question, but you still nod. "...yes, Master." His hand leaves your head. <center> <img src="images/BDSM/Dominance/Aftercare, lifting chin up, focus on sub's head.gif"></center> ...then grips your chin and gently lifts it higher. He smiles, tenderly. "Silly, silly slave." he says, rubbing his thumb across your lips. "I will never throw you away. You are mine, and here to stay." You gulp, then blink away the tears. <<case 2>> <<set $kinkDetail_humil_reason to "humilFuelsInequalityKink">> Master blinks, then slaps his forehead. "...duh. Silly me." he deadpans. "In hindsight, it was positively obvious." You snicker, then muffle it by biting your lips when he mock-glares at you. "I defer to Master's wisdom." you diplomatically say. "Hmnnn..." Master peers at you frowning. "That is one smug expression you have, slave." "I have no idea what you are talking about, Master." you shamelessly lie. "Then you will have no problem in enduring another half an hour of teasing to rub it off, correct?" Your eyes, now as wide as dinner plates, pin Master with an incredulous face. What! His grin is ''not'' reassuring. <<case 3>> <<set $kinkDetail_humil_reason to "humilLessenWorries">> "Meaning you can relax and focus on what makes you cream." immediatedly pointed out Master. Your blush becomes //incandescent//, yet you nod. "Yeah!" You beam at him - he got it right from the start. "Mm." he humms, distracted. "So I had it all wrong... it's not humiliation per se that makes you horny, it just empties your pretty mind of all distractions and enhances your submission..." You peer at him with curiosity. "...Master?" His eyes focus on you with a laser focus. "I wonder if I can achieve the same thing in different ways." he says off-handedly. You blink, then gulp. //Uh-oh,// you think, //I //may// have made a mistake here.// His sudden shark-like grin certainly [[doesn't reassure you|Sub_D01E03_Question3]]. "I think we will explore this new facet of your submissiveness quite a lot." <<case 4>> <<set $kinkDetail_humil_reason to "humilBringCatharsis">> "Aaaah." Master nods, as if suddently understanding something that has been bugging him for a long time. "You assimilated the 'sex is bad' trope so common in mainstream culture, then started associating shame with sexuality, and now shame is sexy." You blink. That sounded almost... "...Master, have you hidden from me a psychology PhD in addition to the one in yoga?" you ask, inquisitively. He snickers, then ruffles your hairs with a hand rub. "Naah, just spent too much time with my former mentor recently." You shiver. Master spending time with Sophie is //not// a good idea, for all the good intentions of the woman. <</switch>> His smile dims, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "Well, that was illuminating." hummed Master, looking at you. "Thanks for sharing, slave." Your lips bend upward. "You're welcome, Master." "Also, put your head down and your ass up." You do a double-take. "[[M-Master?!|Sub_D01E03_Question3]]

Master grips your hairs, pulling you so his mouth is close to your ear. "Ass up." he states. "Head on the ground." You gulp, throat suddently tight, and obey as soon as you are released: with a ==needy== //protesting// whimper, you lay your head on the floor, supporting yourself with your cheek and <<switch $breastSize>><<case "breastSize_B">>small<<case "breastSize_C">>perky<<case "breastSize_D" "breastSize_DD">>pillowy<<case "breastSize_G">>enormous<</switch>> tits, and lift your ass. "You have already fucked me once..." "Is this a protest or not?" laughs Master. "Your tone says one thing, your ass shaking invitingly another..." You still (your ass), gathering what (few) dignity is left, and open your mouth to retort: @@#substitute;"<<link "I am not shaking my ass!">><<replace "#substitute">>I-" His hand slaps your ass, hard, making it wobble and you squeal. "//You// will be silent." he demands. You... ''can't'' whimper ==in arousal==, you don't have the permission anymore, so you bite your lips, trying to trap your ==needy== moans //of humiliation//, and then- <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Boot on neck.gif"></center> //He puts his boot on your neck.// You whimper and squirm in place, your ass wiggling this and thta way. You don't have to look up to imagine Master's grin at your inability to keep still. "Maste//ee//er, this is unfair...!" "Yes, yes it is∼" A keening sound of protest escapes your lips - he's //enjoying himself//, the jerk! "And you're loving it." You can't shake your head, pinned as you are, but that doesn't stop from protesting. "Nooh..." "Oh?" His hand slaps the inside of your (spread? When did you spread them?) thigh, making you jolt in surprise. "Then why your legs are drenched in pussy juices?" "Because you've been teasing me all day long!" you blurt out. Another red handprint is drawn on your asscheeks, the other one this time. "'Teasing'?" he repeats. "Hardly so, if you are into it so much." His hand hits you another time, then again. "Besides, you are just a slave. Nobody cares if you're teased - hell, one would say that //this is what you are for//." You squirm silently, your mouth muted... and your lower lips quite vocal in their ''need''. "Speaking off, slave: next question." His hand lowers on your ass, gently this time... and a finger sneaks through the metal ring in the belt, prodding your still quivering asshole. "If humiliation makes you revvy like this... how do I compound on it? How do I make it so even the //memory// of what I will do to you will be enough to leave a trail off your legs?" He bends over you, the sole of his boot pressing slightly more on your neck in the process. "How do I make your humiliation //even worse?//" You ''moan'', unable to repress your arousal anymore, and tighten your fists in a useless display. He is going to make __you__ do it, isn't it? To draw the worst fantasies out of your filthy mind, then making reality until you're a puddle on the ground∼ Your voice croaks slightly as you answer. "B-by..." "[[...t-taking away even more of my rights - o-of my humanity!|Sub_D01E03_Answer3][$choice to 1]]" "[[...m-making me even lower - a-an object, a thing!|Sub_D01E03_Answer3][$choice to 2]]" "[[...f-forcing me to debase myself! T-to beg, whimper, squirmunder your chains and whip!|Sub_D01E03_Answer3][$choice to 3]]" <</replace>><</link>>"@@

"[[...be bound at all times, Master?|Sub_D01E03_Answer1][$choice to 5]]" [[Sub_D01E03_Question2]] Rationality broke, leaving the slut in command. And the slut wanted ''dick''. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>>, ignoring the pain of your chafed asshole<</if>>. ...there is a stain of cum on mattress. You will have to see if you can wash it out with the water from the sink.

<<switch $choice>> <<case 1>> <<set $kinkDetail_desired to "dehumanization">> "That would be a challenge. It's not like you'll have many rights to take away, by the end of this." His low chuckle sends shivers down your spine. "I guess I'll have to be //creative//." <<case 2>> <<set $kinkDetail_desired to "objectification">> "I'll have to finish my questions quickly, then." Master scoffs, his dark amusement causing you goosebumps. "I foresee many gags plugging your mouth-hole shut in your future, slut-slave." <<case 3>> <<set $kinkDetail_desired to "degradation">> His finger prods the rim of your asshole, making it -and //you//- twitch deliriously. "Oh, you will squirm, slavegirl...honestly, I don't think you realize how much you've just fucked yourself over." His low rumble makes you tremble in arousal and fear both. "But you will. //Oooh,// you will..." <</switch>>You pant in arousal at Master's words - then gasp as his finger //plunges// in you. Your upper teeth sink in your lips, muffling your desperate moans in tiny whimpers, but nothing can stop you from humping his finger, trying to rub against a resistance that is -deliberately- not offered. "Horny, girl~?" "//Y-yes!//" You bite a sob and sniffle up the next moan; all this talk is making you delirious, and the rational part of you - the one that knows you'll never be allowed to cum - has been kicked to the curb a long time ago. Now there is only //need// and //want// jocketing for power in your hormone-addled brain. "Then one last question." You groan; you don't know if you can muster the strength to speak, nevermind answer correctly - or //coherently//. "Ass or mouth?" ...uh? "F-for w-what?" you ask. Something meat-y and hard slaps your asscheeks, then plops on your bum as if it owned it. "For //this//." You ''moan''. "[[...a-ass~|Sub_D01E03_Ass]]" "[[...m-mouth~|Sub_D01E03_Mouth]]" <<silently>> <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal") || (hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_HeCums") && $slavePain>=10)>> <<set $analResult to "pain">> <<elseifif hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum") || (hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_HeCums") && $slaveArousal >= 10)>> <<set $analResult to "ruined">> <<else>> <<set $analResult to "novelty">> <</silently>>

<> <<switch $analResult>> <<case "pain">> "Oh?" His dick rubs up and down your ass, making you squirm. "Want another shot at this? Try and make it up to it?" <<case "ruined">> His laughts makes you blush up to your hair. "Can't get enough of me, mm~?" he teases you, rubbing his dick up and down your squirming ass. <<case "novelty">> "You want another load in your bum?" His dick rubs up and down your ass, making you squirm. "My my, you're becoming quite the anal slut∼" <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR <</switch>> <> "//Unf.../" You pant, your mind hanging by a thread over a boiling sea of lust. "Y-yes, Master." "But I should care //why//, exactly, slave?" he asks, the sole of his boot looming ominously on your neck. <> <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>> <<case "dehumanization">> "After all, you are a slave, not a //person//: your wants are irrilevant." <<case "objectification">> "You are //propriety//. If a sofa doesn't protest when I put my feet on it, why should you?" <<case "degradation">> "I got nothing out of it, and I'm in no mood to make you any favour. //Convince me//." <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> <> You pant, on the verge of self-conbusting in sheer lust. <> <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>> <<case "dehumanization">> "B-but y-yours are. Wouldn't my g-gaping ass feel better than my mouth?" <<case "objectification">> "T-this slave i-is a tool for y-your pleasure." you stammer. "T-this is how I c-could b-better serve you!" <<case "degradation">> "I-I beg y-you, Master, allow t-this lowly s-slave to be a r-receptacle for y-your pleasure." <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> <> "//A-aaaah∼//" Your brain is sluggish, your thoughts mired in a pink, foggy swamp. Nonetheless, you strain to think, to speak, to //beg//. "[[I b-beg you, Master: l-let your slave serve y-you!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 1]]" "[[F-fuck this s-slut, Master, treat her l-like the t-thing she - it - is!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 2]]" "[[P-please, Master, t-take this l-lowly slut's ass and f-fill it with y-your s-seed∼!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 3]]"

"Oh?" says Master, rubbing his dick up and down your squirming ass. <> <<if switch $analResult>> <<case "pain">> "Does your ass still hurt?" <<case "ruined">> "Afraid of melting in a puddle of your juices again∼?" <<case "novelty" >> "You want to try something new?" <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR <</switch>> <> "Mmn." You nod, red in face and wishing you could sink into the ground and disappear. "And I should care //why//, exactly, slave?" he asks, the sole of his boot looming ominously on your neck. <> <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>> <<case "dehumanization">> "After all, you are a slave, not a //person//: your wants are irrilevant." <<case "objectification">> "You are //propriety//. If a sofa doesn't protest when I put my feet on it, why should you?" <<case "degradation">> "I got nothing out of it, and I'm in no mood to make you any favour. //Convince me//." <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> <> You pant, on the verge of self-conbusting in sheer lust. <> <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>> <<case "dehumanization">> "B-but y-yours are. Wouldn't my w-warm mouth feel better than my raw ass?" <<case "objectification">> "T-this slave i-is a tool for y-your pleasure." you stammer. "T-this is how I c-could b-better serve you!" <<case "degradation">> "I-I beg y-you, Master, allow t-this lowly s-slave to be a r-receptacle for y-your pleasure." <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> <> "//A-aaaah∼//" Your brain is sluggish, your thoughts mired in a pink, foggy swamp. Nonetheless, you strain to think, to speak, to //beg//. "[[I b-beg you, Master: l-let your slave serve y-you!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 1]]" "[[F-fuck this s-slut, Master, treat her l-like the t-thing she - it - is!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 2]]" "[[P-please, Master, t-take this l-lowly slut's ass and f-fill it with y-your s-seed∼!|Sub_D01E03_EvaluateSlaveBegging][$choice to 3]]"

His dick enters your hole with a force that makes you breathless. It is not merely the strength of his thrusts which makes you limp against your bondage, but the sheer //aggression// displayed by him. This time he's definitely not taking any prisoners. <center><img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, foot on head, hands leatherCuffed to legs.gif"></center> His foot presses rithmically against your cheek, constantly reminding you of your place in the world. His cock splits your ass open, again and again, careless of <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>your whimpers of pain.<<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>your moans of maddened lust.<<else>>your wordless, exhausted submission.<</if>> One of his hand casually grips your arm, secure in his dominance, the other occasionally slaps your ass cheeks with reckless abandon. You <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_PainAnal")>hurt<<elseif hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_A_YouALMOSTCum")>>are horny<<else>>are spent<</if>>, delirious for the sexual high, almost at the end of your resilience... and completely stuck. There is ''nothing'' that you can do that will change how things will go. You cannot push against your Master's thrusts, for your bondage and his boot on your face pins you down. You cannot squeeze down his hard meat, it slips in and out your ass too fast for the latter to do more than twitch. You cannot struggle, for it would take a strength you don't have anymore. You cannot even moan: your mouth may be ungagged, but your throat is sore and can't vocalize properly. You can only be used. And be used ''hard''. <center><img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, foot on head, jackhammering in her, strange pose.gif"></center> Master grunts as he pushes into you, uncaring of your state, seeking his own pleasure. This is not sex for him, but //masturbation//: he is not fucking you, he is //using your hole to rub one.// The fact that it is your ass being invaded and split open is merely a coincidence; had it been an onahole or his own hand, it would have been the same. What matter, what had always mattered, is ''him''. What you can do, the only thing you can do, is to //accept it// and //submit//. <center><img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, gaping.gif"></center> He cums in you, long ropes of hot cum painting your ass white for the second time in the day. All that goes out of your mouth is a feeble whimper as he thrusts one last time inside your ass and then spanks it for good measure, making your cheeks wobble under the force of his open palm. You are motionless as he pulls out, letting his cum drips out of your gaping hole... and when he comes in front, gripping your hairs to clean his dick on your face, you can only stare at him with a half-lidden glance. You are simply too [[overwhelmed|Sub_D01E03_Aftermath2]] to do otherwise.

He is not gentle. He is not caring. He grabs the sides of your face, aligns his dick with your open mouth and //pushes//. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, laying on back naked at the edge of bed.gif"></center> You are not giving him a blowjob: //he// is using //you// as a masturbation aid. Your throat is invaded, deformed by his invading dick, and you cannot refrain from coughing spit and precum all over his length. He doesn't care. He hammers inside your throat, its convulsions serving to better pump his cock of his cum. You squirm, moan and groan, and are utterly ignored by your Master: he is focused only on himself, on his pleasure, and your role is merely that of the cocksleeve. You don't know how you avoid touching him with your teeth... or how you manage to //breath//, under such a siege. Somehow, you pull it off: you manage to resist up until the end, when Master finally grunts - and pushes himself completely inside you. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, up to balls, in lingerie.webp"></center> And then he erupts. You cough and instintively shake your head, but he has already grabbed it: his grip is strong, it easily overpowers your feeble attempts, and you cannot but try not to choke on his cum. Part of it you snort out of your nose and dribbles on your face, joining the tears coming out of your eyes. You blink, then give Master a stare that remains half-blinded up until his thumb rubs the cum [[out of your eyes|Sub_D01E03_Aftermath2]].

<<silently>> <<switch previous()>> <<case "Sub_D01E03_Ass">> <<if ($kinkDetail_desired is "dehumanization" && $choice is 1) || ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "objectification" && $choice is 2) || ($kinkDetail_desired is "degradation" && $choice is 3) >> <<set $respectSubChoice to true>> <<set $choice to "Sub_D01E03_Ass">> <<elseif ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "dehumanization" && $choice is 1) || ($kinkDetail_desired is "objectification" && $choice is 2) || ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "degradation" && $choice is 3) >> <<set $respectSubChoice to false>> <<set $choice to "Sub_D01E03_Mouth">> <<else>> <<run alert("THIS SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED. respectSubChoice is " + $respectSubChoice + ", choice is " + $choice + ".")>> <<case "Sub_D01E03_Mouth">> <<if ($kinkDetail_desired is "dehumanization" && $choice is 1) || ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "objectification" && $choice is 2) || ($kinkDetail_desired is "degradation" && $choice is 3) >> <<set $respectSubChoice to true>> <<set $choice to "Sub_D01E03_Mouth">> <<elseif ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "dehumanization" && $choice is 1) || ($kinkDetail_desired is "objectification" && $choice is 2) || ($kinkDetail_desired isnot "degradation" && $choice is 3) >> <<set $respectSubChoice to false>> <<set $choice to "Sub_D01E03_Ass">> <<else>> <<run alert("THIS SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED. respectSubChoice is " + $respectSubChoice + ", choice is " + $choice + ".")>> <<default>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE - previous() is <<print previous()>> <</switch>> <</silently>> "Mm, how... <> <<if $respectSubChoice is true>> //persuasive//." Master stays silent for a moment still, then he continues: <<if $kinkDetail_desired isnot "objectification">> "Alright, I will grant you your wish." <<elseif $choice is "Sub_D01E03_Ass">> /* and kink is objectification */ "But I've had my fill of your ass, now I want to feel your lips around my dick. And, well, it's not like your choice matters: you're //propriety//." <<elseif $choice is "Sub_D01E03_Mouth">> /* and kink is objectification */ "I like your mouth, but I want to gape your ass some more. And besides, it's not like your choice matters: you're //propriety//." <<else>> SHOULD NOT HAPPEN <</if>> <<else>> /* i.e. $respectSubChoice is false */ //unconvincing.//" Master chuckles darkly and you whimper, feeling his boot pressing ever so slightly more on your neck. <<if $kinkDetail_desired isnot "objectification">> "The alternative it is∼" <<else>> /* i.e. kink is objectification */ "For a supposed 'object' you sure are opinionated, mm?" Master chuckles darkly, and you flush in shame. "Bur fear not, I am a generous Master and I shall give you your wish... with all that it entails∼!" <</if>> <</if>><> <<if $choice is "Sub_D01E03_Mouth">> His boot leaves your neck, leaving you bereft for an instant. Then Master grabs you by your hair and pulls you backward. You yelp as your arms and back hit the mattress, then again as he flips you. You blink, disoriented, and when you open your eyes you see a glistening dick upside down in front of you. <center> <img src="images/Part 01/Dick upside down.jpg"></center> "[[Open your mouth∼|Sub_D01E03_Bj]]" grins Master. <<elseif $choice is "Sub_D01E03_Ass">> He squats down on you, his boot firm but gentle against your neck. Your legs are spread wider, as wider as the chain allows, and a finger collects the pussy juice off your thighs before coating the inside of your <<switch $analResult>> <<case "pain">>trembling<<case "ruined">>quivering<<case "novelty">>wiggling<</switch>> ass. You shiver, feeling impossibly horny. Even the rough floor rubbing against your nipples is causing you enough pleasure to steal a whorish moan, and it's //nothing// compared to when Master brings a second finger inside your back hole. His low chuckle is enough to sent your clit twitching in misinterpreted anticipation - and almost as if to correct you immediately, Master's hand descends on your undefended ass with a hard smack... and your squeal of surprise. And then you feel //it//. <center> <img src="images/Sex/Anal/Anal, dick prodding.gif"></center> His dick, prodding at your hole. "Ready or not, [[here it comes∼|Sub_D01E03_2ndAssFucking]]" grins Master. <<else>> IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<if tags().includes("sex_act")>><div id="topbar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><><center> <table> <tr align=center> <td><<if $showMasterArousal>> '' Master's arousal '' <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlavePain>> '' Your pain '' <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlaveEffort>> '' Your effort '' <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlaveArousal>> '' Your arousal '' <</if>></td> </tr><tr align=center> <td><<if $showMasterArousal>> <<STaGer_showMeterBar "meterBar_masterArousal">> <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlavePain>> <<STaGer_showMeterBar "meterBar_slavePain">> <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlaveEffort>> <<STaGer_showMeterBar "meterBar_slaveEffort">> <</if>></td> <td><<if $showSlaveArousal>> <<STaGer_showMeterBar "meterBar_slaveArousal">> <</if>></td> </tr></table> </center><></div></div></div> <</if>>

<<silently>> /* ========== Automatic meter bar updater ========== */ <<if tags().includes("sex_act")>> <<if $showMasterArousal>><<run STaGer.updateMeter( $masterArousal, $masterMaxArousal, "meterBar_masterArousal", true)>><</if>> <<if $showSlavePain>><<run STaGer.updateMeter( $slavePain, $slaveMaxPain, "meterBar_slavePain", true)>><</if>> <<if $showSlaveEffort>><<run STaGer.updateMeter( $slaveEffort, $slaveMaxEffort, "meterBar_slaveEffort", true)>><</if>> <<if $showSlaveArousal>><<run STaGer.updateMeter( $slaveArousal, $slaveMaxArousal, "meterBar_slaveArousal", true)>><</if>> <</if>> /* Automatically sets achievements as accomplished when the requirements are met.*/ <<for _achievement range setup.allAchievements>> <<if tags().includesAny("Achievement","AchievementPart") && $achievementRequirements[_achievement.id] is _achievement.n && _achievement.id is $lastAchievementPossible>> <<set _flag to "ChrysalisAchievement_" + _achievement.id>> <<run memorize(_flag, true)>> <<achieved _achievement.id>> <</if>> <</for>> <</silently>>

<> /* At the beginning: <<set $typeSexAct.push( "???" )>> <<include "VariableInitialization_sexAct">> <<set $masterMaxArousal to 0, $slaveMaxPain to 0, $slaveMaxEffort to 0, $slaveMaxArousal to 0>> */ <<set $indexSA +=1>> <<if $typeSexAct.at(-1).contains("bj")>> <<set $showMasterArousal to true, $showSlavePain to false, $showSlaveEffort to true, $showSlaveArousal to false>> <<elseif $typeSexAct.at(-1).contains("exercise")>> <<set $showMasterArousal to false, $showSlavePain to false, $showSlaveEffort to true, $showSlaveArousal to false>> <<elseif $typeSexAct.at(-1).contains("punishment")>> <<set $showMasterArousal to false, $showSlavePain to true, $showSlaveEffort to false, $showSlaveArousal to false>> <<elseif $typeSexAct.at(-1).contains("edge")>> <<set $showMasterArousal to false, $showSlavePain to true, $showSlaveEffort to false, $showSlaveArousal to false>> <</if>> <<set $actionSA.push([ ])>> <<set $mistakesSA.push(0)>> <<set $masterArousal to 0, $slavePain to 0, $slaveEffort to 0, $slaveArousal to 0>> /* At the end: <<set $outcomeSA.push([ "???" ])>> */ <>

You are spent. Cum is dribbling out of your hole<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_Bj")>>s<</if>>, tears have marred your face, your hair are a mess, your wrists and ankles are chafed by your frantic movements against the cuffs, your face and tits have bruises for how much the vigorous fucking pushed them against the mattress first, the ground later<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_2ndAssFucking")>>, your asshole twitches and hurts<</if>>. Most of all, you are exhausted - physically, emotionally and mentally. And yet, you are also glowing. Your lips are parted in a tired version of the //ahegao// so popular among japanophiles, your eyes sparkle in sexual energy. <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>> <<case "dehumanization">> You've never felt your slavery more present, more //real//, and it is of great relief to you. You know, had always known, that the one with the more hardcore fantasies was //you//, and both of you questioned whenever Master could act toward you with the harshness and firmness that your new role in life would require. Now, however, you have no doubts: he will treat you //exactly// as you deserve. <<case "objectification">> You have been used like a masturbation tool. You weren't a being, even if an enslaved one, but a sack of flesh whose only purpose was to bring pleasure to its owner before being put away. You're ''a thing''. <<case "degradation">> You feel degraded, used and abused, like a tissue paper full of snot and thrown away in a garbage bin. You are covered in filth, //feel// filthy, unworthy of Master and his affection. Your place is below his boots, not in a nice cell filled with amenities like yours. <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> The feeling fills you with shame, arousal and fulfillment at the same time. A thumb rubs gently on your cheek, catching your attention. You turn a beaming, if exhausted, smile toward Master, and see his lips curved in a smirk of his own. <<switch $kinkDetail_desired>><<case "dehumanization">> "A well used slave..." he comments, his fingers suddently pinching your chin with decision yet gentleness. "I will have to train your stamina. This will be your new normal, yet you're exhausted - and useless as you are." A chuckled wheeze escapes your lips. You cannot exactly disagree with his statement... and you don't have a right to object to his future programs on yourself. Not anymore. <<case "objectification">> "Low batteries, mm?" he humms, eyes lit in humor. ...you croak a groan. That was a //terrible// joke! <<case "degradation">> "You're filthy, inmate." he says, eyes wandering on your battered body. "A pity that you are entitled to one shower at day. I hope you can deal with the smell of cum on your body..." You groan, your voice croaking in the middle, but your lips bend upward. <<default>> THIS LINE SHOULD NOT APPEAR<</switch>> Master gets up and walks out of sight. You can hear the sound of clothes sliding on skin, and assume he's dressing himself, but then he grips your wrist and starts the laborious effort of unlocking the many chains trapping your body. You don't resist, nor protest. Any breach of the safety protocol is neutered by your bone-deep exhaustion, and your status does not afford you to protest anyway. Not that you particularly //want// to... you are ''really'' tired. "Rest, and prepare yourself." says Master, leaving you in a collapsed pile of limbs on the floor. "The day's not over yet∼" A clang, then the sounds of boots walking off - Master is leaving you alone once again. You whisper a grunt, then move an arm from <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_Bj")>>under you<<else>>your back<</if>> and try to push yourself off the floor. You are half-successfull: getting on your feet is beyond you, but crawling works. <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E03_Bj")>>You shift yourself on the mattress, just that much to ensure that there are no limbs between it and your body, then collapse once again. <<else>>You pad toward the bed, then throw yourself on it - the uniform can stay where it is, you do not intend to push it from under your legs or, worst, to put it on. <</if>> ...there is a stain of cum on mattress. You will have to see if you can wash it out with the water from the sink. But later. Now you need <<link "to rest...">> <<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">> <<goto "Sub_D01_CellHub">> [[Sub_D01_CellHub]] <</link>> <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "None">> <<set $bondagePosition_wrists to "None">> <</silently>>

<center><div class="niceCSStitle"> Chrysalis </div></center><div class="smokeAnimation"> <center> Chrysalis </center> </div>

<div align=center class="niceCSStitle_mini">Chrysalis</div>

by //STa--Ger//