Chrysalis

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// You moan. <center> [img[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]] // </dream>

<<include "Sidebar_timekeeper">> ---- [[Look at the mirror...|UpperBar_Description]] [[The Making of Files]] [[Disclaimer]] [[Changelog]] [[One-handed navigation]] /*[[AchievementList]] */

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[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]]

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>>

<dream> // 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]] </dream>

<center> [img[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]] <<include "Blowjob_variableInitialization">> <<set $masterArousal to 0 >> <<set $bjIndex to 0>>

<<if $bondage_arms is None>> Your arms are free <<if $bondage_wrists is None>>.<</if>> IF CONTENT: shirt is 0 <</if>> <<if $shirt is 1>> ELSE CONTENT: shirt is 1 <</if>> <<set $bondage_arms to None>>

<<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> You're left there, shackled and trembling with impossible arousal, as Master returns to the locker. Your breathing is heavy, if difficult for the gag, and you feel your head woozy - for the emotion or the subspace, you can't say. It takes Master suddently pulling your head backward by the hairs to make you focus - to your shame, you haven't realized that he had returned. He should be the most important thing for you, always! "Back in the real world, slave?" You nod - you cannot, his grip on your hairs prevents it, so you blink once, the agreed non-verbal signal for //yes//. "Good," he says... and suddently you have a cattle prod sparkling the air in front of you. "Next is your uniform. I don't see why I should manouver each and every one of your limbs to and forth bondage to put a shirt and pants on you - after all, //you// are the slave and //you// should work your ass off." His grin assumes a sinister quality as he releases the trigger on the electric prod and slowly lowers it on your naked collarbone. "So I will unlock you and you shall put your nice uniform without a fuss, like a good girl. //Isn't it?//" You nod frantically, your pupils reduced to pins in your eyes. He will do it. You know it. Part of you //want// he to do it. Luckly for the rational part of your mind (and what little not horny), Master lifts the prod from your skin and unshackles your hands before throwing a shirt at you. You almost fumble the catch - you see his eyes narrow and knows you just avoided a punishment there - and spend a few seconds turning the cloth so to put it the right way. Then you turn it, curious at the script you noticed. Printed on the shirt of the uniform, in big, black, letter, you read: <center> PRISONER <<textbox "$name_sub" "Alice">> $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. "<font size=1>Mmmmm...</font>" 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.

<<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.|EndVersion]] <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_inmate to true>> <<achieved "inmate">>

<<if $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] == 0>> /* Begins deepthroat */ 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 was 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]] <<elseif $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] <= 5 && $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]] <<elseif $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] <= 5 && $masterArousal > 10>> /* 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]] <<elseif (5 < $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] && $blowjobCount[0] < 10) && $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 (5 < $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] && $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] < 10) && (10 < $masterArousal && $masterArousal < 20)>> /* 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]] <<elseif $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] < 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 $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] == "deep">>deepthroath him faster.<<elseif $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] == "lick">>slurp him like a lollipop.<<elseif $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] == "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 $blowjobOutput.push("blowjob_successful")>> <<elseif $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] == 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 youe eyes and finishes himself with his hand. [[His seed spurts on your face.|Sub_D00_Draw]] <<set $blowjobOutput.push("blowjob_draw")>> <<elseif $blowjobCount[$bjIndex] == 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 $blowjobOutput.push("blowjob_unsuccessful")>> <<else>> SHOULD NOT HAPPEN. CONTACT ASSISTANCE <</if>>

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

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

<<if $masterArousal == 0>> <<set $achievementRequirement_meatRaw += 1>> Your lips sink on his cock, slowly sheating it in your mouth... with a bit of trouble: Master's cock is not yet wet, nor are your lips. Friction is still a thing and what should have been a very pleasurable experience now feels a bit too raw for Master, if his lack of any reaction is to be any clue. You internally wince; it is an amateur's mistake and you're sure that Master will //correct// you at the end. To make amend, you stop and slide backward a bit, then go back and forth on his length having care at licking every inch conquered before advancing further. [[Slow and steady, slow and steady...|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobMistake[$bjIndex] to 1>> <<elseif 1 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=4 >> You sink your face on Master's cock, carefully taking it past the ring of teeths and slowly aiming at your throat. You still cannot just drive it home, your gag reflex is weakened but not yet extinguished... something you hope to correct during in the adventure starting today... so you are forced to accustom your throat slowly, piece by piece. It is agonizing to be coerced into taking it carefully when everything you want is to feel Master's dick filling your throat, making it bulge against your snug collar, choke on it, your airways filled with cock and leaving you to gasp around the flesh pillar, giving it even more pleasure... [[Damn, you're horny.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 1>> <<elseif 5 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=9 >> Sometimes you think your throat is like an old diesel engine: to work well it needs a slow start. Master prefers to call it, and you, 'lazy'. He certainly doesn't seem displeased now! As you work around his length, he has reclined backward with his arms to keep him steady, enjoying the rewards of the possession of a cock-hungry slave. Every now and then a low grunt of approval escapes from his mouth, and it's your turn to resist grinning - and ruining the work you put in relaxing your throat for Master. [[Then again....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 2>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "deep">> <<elseif 10 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 14>> Your nose inches toward Master's groin, slowly but surely reaching the point where your face will be pressed against his flesh. Had you have the time to train yourself properly, deepthroathing him would be a breeze - yet here you are, struggling at every step you conquer, forced to carefully accustom yourself to every length swallowed in fear of losing control and being forced to eject. It is a great shame for you, in spite of Master's conciliatory words. [[Still, you are getting closer....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 3>> <<elseif 15 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 19>> Your eyes waver, but you don't relent. You are almost there... almost there... The bulbuous tip prods your tonsils, making you freeze for but a moment, but the feared rejection of your body doesn't happen and Master's dick is sucked inside your distended throat. Your eyes are wide for more than disconfort and, half afraid half //drenched// in excitement, you try and take it deeper - just to see how much can you go. [[You have done it!|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 4>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "deep">> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<if $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] == 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][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] to 1>> <<elseif $blowjobSurprise[0] == 1>> It is patently unfair how good Master is at sex. This exact moment is the perfect example. //She had him//. He was beat, on his back, groaning loudly for the pleasure that //she// gave him. His control forgotten, his composture broke - only pure bliss and a warm mouth around his cock. ...and now he was sitting straight once again, looking at her with twinkling eyes, as if knowing perfectly what was going on in her pretty little head. Which wasn't //that// much unbelievable, by the way. After all, //he// was the Master and //you// [[the horny slave squirming on the spot.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] to 2>> <<elseif $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] >= 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][$blowjobCount[$bjIndex] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal[$bjIndex] += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] to 3>> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<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 achievement coding. > > 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 $lastBlowAction[$bjIndex] == "deep">><<set $achievementRequirement_certifiedOperator += 1>><</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. 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. <<set $willBePunished[$bjIndex] to 0>> "So." <<set $hitCount.push(0)>> You //don't// squirm, no matter how anxious you feel. <<if $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "blowjob_successful">>You may have made him cum, but with all the trouble you had in the past...<<elseif $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "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 $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "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 $blowjobMistake[$bjIndex] == 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 $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += 1>> ...from his smirk, your hope was doomed from the start. <</if>> <<if $blowjobTease[$bjIndex] >= 1>> <<if $blowjobMistake[$bjIndex] == 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 $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += ($blowjobTease[$bjIndex] * 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 $blowjobSurprise[$bjIndex] >= 1>> <<if $blowjobMistake[$bjIndex] >= 1>> "As for your new trick..." <<elseif $blowjobTease[$bjIndex] >= 1>> "As for your new trick..." <<else>> "About your new trick... " <</if>>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 orals are due to your inability to shut off your damned gag reflex... <<if $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] <= 1>> "You were prudent and stood inside your confort zone." he says. "Were you afraid of fucking up?" <<set $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += 3>> <<set $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += (20 - $masterArousal)>> You take a deep breath, ashamed, then you nood. 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. <<elseif $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 2>> "You had a good rithm at the end." he notes, trying to confort you. <<set $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += (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.// <<elseif $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 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! <<elseif $blowjobDeepthroat[$bjIndex] == 4>> "You did it." said Master, amazed. <<set $willBePunished[$bjIndex] += (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. <</if>> <<if $willBePunished[$bjIndex] >0 >>After some minutes you recover [[and steady yourself for your impending punishment.|Sub_D00_Punishment]]<<else>> After some minutes [[you recover.|Sub_D00_ItsTime]] <</if>>

<center> <<fadein 2s 2s>> ! Prologue <<fadein 2s 2s>> !! worm <<fadein 2s 2s>> // Little little worm, wiggling on a hook... // <<next 4s>> <<timed 4s >><<goto "Sub_Start">><</timed>> <</fadein>><</fadein>><</fadein>> </center>

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]]

<<if $willBePunished[0]>0 >> 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 $willBePunished[0]>0 >> 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]]

<<if $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "blowjob_successfull">> <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_thereIsNoGoodAndBad to true>> <<achieved "thereIsNoGoodAndBad">> <</if>> <<switch $hitCount[$bjIndex]>> <<case 0>> "Come in my lap." <<set $hitTarget[$bjIndex] to $willBePunished[$bjIndex]>> 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[images/Part 00/Clit and spoon - resized.png]]</center> "Count," [[he says.|Sub_D00_Punishment][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]] <<case 1 >> 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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]] he chuckles in your ear - and you believe him. <<case 2 >> 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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]]" <<case 3 >> 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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]] <<case 4 >> 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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]] <<case 5 >> 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 $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "blowjob_successful" >>What possessed you for teasing him?! //He// is the owner of your cunt, not the inverse! <<elseif $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "blowjob_draw">>You had one job, and you blew it - //he// had to do with //his own hand.// <<elseif $blowjobOutput[$bjIndex] == "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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]]. His tender touch is something you deeply relish, regardless on how much you are undeserving of it. <</switch>><<if 6 <= $hitCount[$bjIndex] && $hitCount[$bjIndex] <= 12 >> 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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=1]] <<elseif 13 <= $hitCount[$bjIndex] && $hitCount[$bjIndex] <= 100 >> //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][$hitCount[$bjIndex]+=4]] <<elseif $hitCount[$bjIndex] >= $hitTarget[$bjIndex] >> 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]] <</if>>

<<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. 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, agai- <center> //click// </center> 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]]

Your eyes are enthralled by the panel gag held by his fingers... and the cock protruding from the inside of the panel. <<set $bondage_gag to "panelGagWithHollowDildo">> <center> [img[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 don't even have little padlocks strapping them at her 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[images/Part 00/Handcuffs - resized.jpg]]</center> [[cuffs.|Sub_D00_Cuffs]]

/* <<set $masterArousal to ??? >> to do at the start of bj */ /* <<set $bjIndex to ???>> to do at the start of bj */ <<set $blowjobCount.push(0)>> <<set $lastBlowAction.push("None")>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobTease.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobMistake.push(0)>> <<set $willBePunished.push(0)>> /* <<set $blowjobOutput.push(??)>> to do at the end */

<<set $blowjobCount to []>> <<set $lastBlowAction to []>> <<set $blowjobOutput to [ ]>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat to []>> <<set $blowjobTease to []>> <<set $blowjobSurprise to []>> <<set $blowjobMistake to []>> <<set $willBePunished to []>> <<set $bjIndex to 0>> <<set $masterArousal to 0>>

<<set $hitCount to []>> <<set $hitTarget to []>>

/* General */ <<include "OneTimeInit_BodyBondage">> <<include "OneTimeInit_Time">> <<include "OneTimeInit_Description">> <<include OneTimeInit_Achievements>> /* Prologue */ <<include "OneTimeInit_Punishment">> <<include "OneTimeInit_Blowjob">> /* Part I */ <<include "OneTimeInit_CellActivities">> <<set $slaveID to "24-253-558-481">>

<center> ! Chrysalis </center> //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 (Normal difficulty)|Prologue]] > [[Start New Game (Hard mode)|Prologue][Config.history.maxStates to 1]] P.s.: this novel supports [[one-handed navigation|One-handed navigation]].

<<set $day to 0>> <<set $dayTime to 0>> <<set $status to "Submissive">> <<set $currentPhase to 0>> <<set $phases to [ "n/a", "High-security inmate", "Kidnapped prisoner", "Abject slavery" ]>>

<center> Day $day<<if $day != 0>>, Phase $currentPhase: $phases[$currentPhase]<</if>>. </center>

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]]

<<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_newLife to true>> <<achieved "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 $willBePunished[0]>0>> 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 to soon 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_Drive]] <<set $travelTime = 0>>

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You are a young woman<<if $clothes == "None">>, naked.<<elseif $clothes == "Vanilla">> in smart clothes - a short sleeved shirt, pants, low-heeled shoes, //underwear//.<<elseif $clothes == "Prison">> in a bright orange prisoner outfit: lumpy shirt, long pants, a pair of flip-off on your feet. On it, in a big, blocky font, is written ''PRISONER'', then below ''$name_sub'', then your slave id: ''$slaveID''.<</if>> <<if (def $hairLength)>>You <<if $hairLength == "hairLength_bald">>are bald<</if>><<if $hairLength == "hairLength_shoulder">>have short, <<elseif $hairLength == "hairLength_middle">> mid-length, <<elseif $hairLength == "hairLength_ass">>long, <</if>><<if $hairLength != "hairLength_bald">><<if $hairColor == "hairColor_red">>red hairs.<<elseif $hairColor == "hairColor_blonde">>blonde hairs.<<elseif $hairColor == "hairColor_brown">>brown hairs.<<elseif $hairColor == "hairColor_black">>black hairs.<</if>><</if>> Your cup size is <<if $breastSize == "breastSize_B">>B<<elseif $breastSize == "breastSize_C">>C<<elseif $breastSize == "breastSize_D">>D<<elseif $breastSize == "breastSize_DD">>DD<<elseif $breastSize == "breastSize_G">>G<</if>> and you have a <<if $waistSize == "waistSize_S">>tiny<<elseif $waistSize == "waistSize_M">>toned<<elseif $waistSize == "waistSize_L">>big<</if>> 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 <<if $eyeColor == "eyeColor_blue">>blue<<elseif $eyeColor == "eyeColor_green">>green<<elseif $eyeColor == "eyeColor_gray">>gray<<elseif $eyeColor == "eyeColor_black">>black<</if>>.<</if>> <<if $bondage_wrist == "handcuffs">>Your wrists are handcuffed<</if>><<if $bondage_wrist == "waistChainAndHandcuffs">>Your wrists are handcuffed to a waist chain<</if>><<if $bondagePosition_wrists == "behindBack">>behind your back<</if>>. <<if $bondage_ankles == "legIrons">>Your ankles are in leg irons.<</if>> <<if $bondage_wrist == "wallShackles" && $bondage_ankles == "floorShackles">> Your hands and feet are shackled to the wall and floor, respectively. <<elseif $bondage_ankles == "floorShackles">>Your feet are shackled to the floor. <<elseif $bondage_wrist == "wallShackles">>Your hands and feet are shackled to the wall. <</if>> <<if $chastity == "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>>

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<<if $travelTime == 0>> You don't know where you are going. This adventure was born from the imagination of you two both, but there are many key details you naturally have to be unaware of if you are to enjoy your enslavement process in its fullest. Where you will be broken and how much time it will take are among the most important. Yet you wonder, as per both of your intents. Master is relatively rich and the both of you have many friends willing to help in the BDSM community, so you've spoiled for choices. Your friend Mark has a machinery shop that makes fantastic cuffs under the table... and a warehouse with a tiny BDSM prison. John and Kelly have made their home in a secret heaven for bondage obsessed, they have many tricks to transform the most innocent of places and appliances in kinky traps for the unwary, the willing and the private couple. Alice was a given, you and Master have long fantasized on poking your body with piercings, never fully agree on a sufficiently torturous set for you. Sophie... You shudder. Yeah, if he asked for help from Sophie you're //fucked//. Ultimately, all you can do is [[speculate.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 1 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 5>> The van rumbles forward toward your unseen destination. The windows have been covered and you cannot see the outside... actually, if not for the courtesy lights, you wouldn't be able to see at all. You're started sweating a bit, but nothing unmanageable. You have endured - //will// endure - [[a lot worst than this.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 1 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 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 $willBePunished[0] >0 >>hurting less<<else>>less horny<</if>> one of the shoulder straps is making you itch. Your fingers wiggle uselessly in their alcove, unable to help. Usually after a few hours the mind begins to waver and any sense of time cease to exist, but this is not yet your case. You are free to experience every mind-numbing minute, with no distraction, no novelty, Occasionally the vehicle hits a bump in the road, or Master accellerates and you are sent against the straps holding you, but that's it. The van trudges on, [[leading you toward the unknown.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 4 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 6>> You may be directed toward the mountains, but you're not sure. Understanding if you're driving up a hill is simple if you see out of the windscreen or the inclination is steep, but you're sealed immobile against a heavy seat and what few vibration arrives at you from the engine mute whatever feeling the road may cause. Well, except when Master hits a hole. ...he's hitting an awful amount of them, isn't it? Well, one thing is for sure: [[you're not going to pay for the suspensions.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] For being a brat, however... <<elseif $travelTime == 7>> You have a problem: you need to pee. You went to the bathroom just before starting the voyage and you drank little the day before precisely to avoid this, yet here you are: with your bladder starting to protest. Maybe the strap around your crotch is pressing in the area? Knowing what Master's reaction would be at finding the seat soiled, [[you hold it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 8 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 10>> Your passive reaction to your rebellious bladder has opened the road for a thousand of other tiny actions of sedition from the rest of your body. Suddently sweat is gathering in the hollows of your neck, under your ass, in your face. Your arms are starting to ache and protesting the forced confinement; the chains don't feel much confortable now. You endure. You cannot do anything else. ...and in //that//, there is all the beauty of what you seek. You ''cannot'' do a thing. It is not up to you, not now, [[nor ever.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif $travelTime ==11>> 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 $willBePunished[0] >0 >>You've already been punished once, today, and you would have preferred not to repeat the experience - expecially because of you actually messing up, instead of just teasing Master. Failure is ''never'' a happy outcome.<<else>>Your service up until this moment has been perfect, and while you expect to be punished extensively during the process of your enslavement, you prefer it to be because of Master feeling merciless and taking advantage of any slim opportunity than out of a true, honest mistake on your part. Well, except for teasing him a bit... <</if>> Still, [[it's not like you can do something about it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 12 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 14>> The feeling of the pee drying up on your pussy and legs is horrible. Watersports have never been among your kinks and the sticky thing between your legs is gross. Focusing on the ickness makes you realize how much the travel has lasted. You have long lost track of time, but you suspect it has already been hours and that you are far from home. [[Where are you going?|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif $travelTime ==15>> 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. //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 bends down 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][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif 16 <= $travelTime && $travelTime <= 19>> You are tired, your body feels bruised all over and your ass is starting to tingle. If before you could offer no resistance to your bondage, now you welcome the straps as you slump against them. You breathe slowly, laboriously. Your hair are matted along your face and you see only a little. You're spent, yet you cannot do anything. Sometimes Master makes a curve and you are forced to lean on one side of the belts, sometimes he drives upward and you are sent against your seat. You don't know; thinking is getting hard. You want for this to end, [[but it's not up to you.|Sub_D00_Drive][$travelTime += 1]] <<elseif $travelTime == 20>> 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]] <</if>>

<<set $bondagePosition_fullBody to "None">> "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]].

<<set $bondage_wrist to "wallShackles">> <<set $bondage_ankles to "floorShackles">> 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 spoke was vaguely worrying..." t8n>>Master spo- <center> [img[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 $willBePunished[0] >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>>

<<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 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 $willBePunished[0] >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[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 redued 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. 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 fine." 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_01_pt2]] you thought.

The moment the burly man saw him, his big mouth cracked open into a bright smile. "Look who's come slumming here!" he bellowed, putting his tool away. A split second later, the walking avalanche had charged ahead with the subtlety of an enraged bull and crushed four ribs into what the meathead would define as 'a hug'. "" "This is the mock-up version." He twisted the thing "I practically had to put a smart watch inside it - sure helps that you were truthful when you said 'no budget'."

<<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]]

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Sophie pinched her nose between thumb and index. "...may I assume that you have no idea how nutrition works?" she tiredly said. "Uhm..." "Creating a 'slave feed' is no small trifle." she began. "The problem is that a sensor suite capable of detecting an prgasm 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-"

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<<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></font>; > ''To:'' <font="Courier"><a href="nonsense">cb4all.chiefnurse@bdsmclub.net</a></font>; > ''Attachments:'' <a href="nonsense">Download all.</a> > ''Obj:'' <font="Courier">Little help plz!</font> >> <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? </font> 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]].

''Attachment 1:'' //Report - Slave feed v1.0.doc// <font size=1> > 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. </font> ---- 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. +//</font> "You bet." was the shameless answer. "You have read my mail, I assume?" <font="Courier">//+ Yes, and I now have more questions than before. +//</font> 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? +//</font> 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. +//</font> snarked her 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! +//</font> 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. +//</font> "Details." she minimized. [[His laugh prompted another roll of her eyes...|TMoF_4_pt3]]

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/* Automatically sets achievements that requires doing an action multiple times.*/ <<if $achievementRequirement_meatRaw is 3>> <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_newLife to true>> <<achieved "newLife">> <</if>> <<if $achievementRequirement_betaTester is 3>> <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_betaTester to true>> <<achieved "betaTester">> <</if>> <<if $achievementRequirement_certifiedOperator is 3>> <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_certifiedOperator to true>> <<achieved "certifiedOperator">> <</if>>

!! 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<sup>[1]</sup> )</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> <<nobr>> 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. <</nobr>>

!! Changelog * //v. 0.0// > ''Content:'' Prologue, full part > ''Code:'' Support code for achievements, time management, and various in-game events. * //v. 1.0// (current) > ''Content:'' Part I, up until 12 am. > ''Code:'' Achievement list available for perusal, //The Making of Files// available depending on achievement obtained. * //v. 1.1// (incoming) > ''Content:'' Part I, expected up until 16 pm.