Chrysalis v1.0

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<<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "dreamMoan" play volume 0.75>><</if>> // 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]] //

<<include "Sidebar_timekeeper">> ------ [[Menu|StartMenu]] [[Extras]]

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>>

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

<center> [img[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 "VariableInitialization_bj">>

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 "$name_sub" "$defaultSlaveName">> $slaveID </center> Your status, name and... a number? "Curious, slave?" You shyly glance at Master (and his prod), then nods. "It's your ID on the Slave Registration website." Your head almost gives you whiplash, such is the speed at which you turned toward Master. His warm grins widens at your stupefied look. "You're now a slave... //officially//." For a moment you just stay there, immobile, pietrified. The next moment Master dodges the shirt thrown his way but not your arms, tightening with all the strength on your battered and happy body around his ribs. "Mmmmm..." you mumble, rubbing the panel of your gag along his cheek like a cat would against catnip. "Woah!" he exclaims. His little jump of surprise going nowhere (your leverage was shit but not that much), Master is forced to one only option: to lower his arms on your naked body and return your embrace. "What a [[feisty slave|Sub_D00_PrisonerUniform2]] I have∼" A snort crawls away from between the dildo and your teeth to escape, then you burrow deeper in his body. You are content. <<silently>> <<set $bondage_wrist to "None">> <<set $clothes to "prisonerUniform">> <</silently>>

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

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

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

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

<<if $masterArousal == 0>> <<set $achievementRequirement_meatRaw += 1>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroathDifficulties_saysNo" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your lips sink on his cock, slowly sheating it in your mouth... with a bit of trouble: Master's cock is not yet wet, nor are your lips. Friction is still a thing and what should have been a very pleasurable experience now feels a bit too raw for Master, if his lack of any reaction is to be any clue. You internally wince; it is an amateur's mistake and you're sure that Master will //correct// you at the end. To make amend, you stop and slide backward a bit, then go back and forth on his length having care at licking every inch conquered before advancing further. [[Slow and steady, slow and steady...|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobMistake[$indexBj] to 1>> <<elseif 1 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=4 >> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_03" volume 1 play>> <</if>> You sink your face on Master's cock, carefully taking it past the ring of teeths and slowly aiming at your throat. You still cannot just drive it home, your gag reflex is weakened but not yet extinguished... something you hope to correct during in the adventure starting today... so you are forced to accustom your throat slowly, piece by piece. It is agonizing to be coerced into taking it carefully when everything you want is to feel Master's dick filling your throat, making it bulge against your snug collar, choke on it, your airways filled with cock and leaving you to gasp around the flesh pillar, giving it even more pleasure... [[Damn, you're horny.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 1>> <<elseif 5 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <=9 >><<if $audioAllowed>> <<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_05" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Sometimes you think your throat is like an old diesel engine: to work well it needs a slow start. Master prefers to call it, and you, 'lazy'. He certainly doesn't seem displeased now! <center> [img[images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, untied, guided with hand on nape.gif]]</center> As you work around his length, he has reclined backward with his arms to keep him steady, enjoying the rewards of the possession of a cock-hungry slave. Every now and then a low grunt of approval escapes from his mouth, and it's your turn to resist grinning - and ruining the work you put in relaxing your throat for Master. [[Then again....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 2>> <<elseif 10 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 14>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_07" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your nose inches toward Master's groin, slowly but surely reaching the point where your face will be pressed against his flesh. Had you have the time to train yourself properly, deepthroathing him would be a breeze - yet here you are, struggling at every step you conquer, forced to carefully accustom yourself to every length swallowed in fear of losing control and being forced to eject. It is a great shame for you, in spite of Master's conciliatory words. [[Still, you are getting closer....|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 4>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 3>> <<elseif 15 <= $masterArousal && $masterArousal <= 19>> <<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>><<audio "deepthroath_01" volume 1 play>> <</if>> Your eyes waver, but you don't relent. You are almost there... almost there... The bulbuous tip prods your tonsils, making you freeze for but a moment, but the feared rejection of your body doesn't happen and Master's dick is sucked inside your distended throat. Your eyes are wide for more than disconfort and, half afraid half //drenched// in excitement, you try and take it deeper - just to see how much can you go. [[You have done it!|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "deep">> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 4>> <<else>> SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</if>>

<<if $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] == 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][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 5>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] to 1>> <<elseif $blowjobSurprise[0] == 1>> It is patently unfair how good Master is at sex. This exact moment is the perfect example. //She had him//. He was beat, on his back, groaning loudly for the pleasure that //she// gave him. His control forgotten, his composture broke - only pure bliss and a warm mouth around his cock. ...and now he was sitting straight once again, looking at her with twinkling eyes, as if knowing perfectly what was going on in her pretty little head. Which wasn't //that// much unbelievable, by the way. After all, //he// was the Master and //you// [[the horny slave squirming on the spot.|Sub_D00_Blowjob][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal += 3>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] to 2>> <<elseif $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] >= 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][$countBj[$indexBj] += 1]] <<set $masterArousal[$indexBj] += 1>> <<set $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] = "hum">> <<set $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] 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 inspiration for the achievement coding. > Some of the sites on which this novel is hosted do not support audio and video files. While //Chrysalis// does have sound effects, those may not be supported in this version. > > While I would like to claim ownership on the images and video in this novel, I am not a porn producer nor do I have a harem of exibitionist submissives willing to have their naked, writhing bodies plastered on the internet. Most of the images and video were downloaded from the internet and found by means of search engine. > Some of those images may have been cropped of their watermarks by unscrupolous people before ending up again on the internet and found by me. If that so, please contact me and let me know of it. A copy of the uncropped image would be even more appreciated. (hint, hint!) > The remaining images were created specifically for //Chrysalis// with a free AI tool. Given my inexperience with this tool, it shouldn't be difficult to identify them. > > This novel contains heavy BDSM elements, including but not limiting at: body modifications, behaviour modifications, training, heavy d/s, CNC. The author assumes that the reader knows the meaning of Sane, Secure and Consensual, plus can differentiate between reality and imagination. It is the belief of the author that it is not an unreasonable assumption to make. > >> Among the kinks depicted, we count: >>>''For the woman'', a hard-core brat with a love for being put into her place: TPE, orgasm denial, TPE, heavy bondage, TPE, being praised, TPE, masochism, TPE, humiliation, TPE and service. Oh, and TPE. >>> ''For the man'', supposedly a dominant yet unable to resist her when she uses her puppy eyes: service, strict rules, unfairness, sadism (particularly the mental type), TPE, bondage, wholesomeness and //cuddling//. Beware of the last one, it makes him a very hardcore dom. > > This novel portraits a specific set of kinks, not all of them may be of your taste. > If the themes of //Chrysalis// don't incur in your favor or approval, simply close the windows. Kink-shaming however is not appreciated by either the author, your fellow readers or other people in the BDSM community. Except when it's about handholding, you filthy degenerates. That is too lewd even for us. >

<<if $lastBlowAction[$indexBj] == "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. <center> [img[images/Sex/Bj/Blowjob, deepthroat, kneeling naked untied.gif]]</center> You are forced against his groin and choke, then Master pulls you backward a bit and chokes you on his dick once again - and again - and again. You gag, you droll, you burst into tears - but you are not in control. He uses you like a masturbation toy, without regards for your confort and little for your ability to breath. Sometimes he moves you up and down his dick so fast you become a bit dizzy, sometimes he slowly impales you and watches you choke, sometimes you're kept flush against his groin and cannot breath. You squirm and struggle, the instincts of your body at war with your desire to be still and be of use. During all of this, your hands remain clasped behind your back all the time, by your own, willful choice. The next time you //won't// have a choice about it, and the thought makes you [[stupidly horny.|Sub_D00_Cumming2]]

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

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

Once you both have recovered, you resume the position: kneeling in front of Master's spread legs, arms behind her back, looking submissively at your Master. The blowjob is not yet over, there is still another part: the last and, arguably, the most important. Evaluation. "So." <<set $punishmentCollected to 0>> You //don't// squirm, no matter how anxious you feel. <<if $blowjobOutput[$indexBj] == "blowjob_successful">>You may have made him cum, but with all the trouble you had in the past...<<elseif $blowjobOutput[$indexBj] == "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 $blowjobOutput[$indexBj] == "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 $blowjobMistake[$indexBj] == 1>> "Trying to deepthroat me without preparation was a mistake." You wilt under his disappointed glance, but the castigation is entirely deserved. You know better than this, damnit! "I know that you're anxious of getting rid of your gag reflex, but like any other thing this too needs time and training." He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Don't. Push it. That's my job." You blush and nod, hoping that he would misunderstand your slight squirming for embarassment and not arousal. <<set $punishmentCollected += 1>> ...from his smirk, your hope was doomed from the start. <</if>> <<if $blowjobTease[$indexBj] >= 1>> <<if $blowjobMistake[$indexBj] == 1>>Then Master becomes serious. "As for your cheekiness into teasing me..."<<else>> Master sets into a serious frown. "First, let's talk about your idea of teasing me, shall we?" <</if>> You try your best to look innocent. Your Master pointedly looks at you. <<set $punishmentCollected += ($blowjobTease[$indexBj] * 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 $blowjobSurprise[$indexBj] >= 1>> <<if $blowjobMistake[$indexBj] >= 1>> "As for your new trick..." <<elseif $blowjobTease[$indexBj] >= 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 oral are due to your inability to shut off your damned gag reflex... <<if $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] <= 1>> "You were prudent and stood inside your confort zone." he says. "Were you afraid of fucking up?" <<set $punishmentCollected += 2*(4 - $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj]) + (20 - $masterArousal)>> You take a deep breath, ashamed, then you nod. Not that it matters; he already knows. Of course he knows. He is Master. "Kitten..." The low tone of his voice prompt you to steal a glance at him from under your hairs. "We don't have to do it now-" "No!" Master blinks, caught by surprise, but you're on a panicking roll and you don't stop. "No, Master, I want it, I //need// it! Don't you see? I know that I can't do it myself, that's why-" "Ehi, ehi, ehi." He grabs you by your shoulders, then lowers himself to the ground and hugs you. "It's okay, I didn't want to imply that. You're not a failure: you're the most brave woman I ever met, and no one is allowed to say otherwise. Not even you." You inhale, then break presentation pose and return the hug. "That said, I do care about //you//." You fret and make to answer, but a finger on your lips silence you. "Shush, I'm talking. Yes, I'm the Master, and yes, our relationship is about //my// pleasure above yours - and guess what makes me happy? You. I want to //break// you, not to ''break'' you." He pauses. "Uhm, I mean..." You can't held back: you giggle and burst into laughter. "Mou." deadpans your Master. "Betrayal, betrayal most foul." Your laughter doesn't stop, but grows and grows until you're weezing. <<elseif $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 2>> "You had a good rithm at the end." he notes, trying to confort you. <<set $punishmentCollected += (20 - $masterArousal)>> Unfortunately, his words are a cold confort compared to the harsh truth. "Yes, a pity it took me so long to reach it." you say, voice full of self-recrimination. "None of this." His voice, suddently hard, hits you with whiplash. "You are improving, that is what matters. You're putting genuine effort into this, and it shows. Besides," and here he smirks, "from today things will be different." You became red in face. //Yes,// you think, trying not to rub your thighs together, //from today they will be.// <<elseif $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 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 $blowjobDeepthroat[$indexBj] == 4>> "You did it." said Master, amazed. <<set $punishmentCollected += (20 - $masterArousal)>> /* Ends up subtracting how much more is masterArousal than 20*/ Your lips curve into a small, satisfied smile. "I did it." you repeat with a voice so small to be most inaudible. It almost seems like you yourself don't believe it. You don't. You can't. Not after all the tears, the sweat, the curses and the effort you put into mastering an apparently unmasterable gag reflex. But you did it. And you //will// do it again, even if you have to bruise your throat next... time... oh. Right. Next time you will do it, but because you won't have any other choices. Your face suddently flushes to a deep crimson. //Well what it works it works,// you think, hoping that Master won't notice the puddle growing under your feet. <</if>> <<if $punishmentCollected >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>> <<initializePunishment $punishmentCollected>>

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

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

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

<<set $bondage_gag to "muzzleGagWithHollowDildo">> Your eyes are enthralled by the muzzle gag held by his fingers... and the cock protruding from the inside of the panel. <center> [img[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 0 >> <<set $indexBj +=1>> <<set $countBj.push(0)>> <<set $lastBlowAction.push("None")>> <<set $blowjobDeepthroat.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobTease.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobLick.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobSuck.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $blowjobMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $blowjobOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

<<set $audioAllowed to setup.isAudioAllowed()>> <<set $lastStoryPassage to "null">> /* General */ <<set $slaveID to "24-253-558-481">> <<set $name_sub>> <<set $defaultSlaveName to ["Ariana", "Betty", "Charlotte", "Delilah", "Evelyn", "Freya", "Georgia", "Harper", "Isabel","Iris", "Jessica", "Karen", "Luna", "Madison", "Naomi", "Olivia", "Piper", "Riley", "Savannah", "Taylor", "Veronica", "Ximena", "Winona", "Zoey"].random()>> <<set $storyMode to "DifficultyEasy">> <<set $cheatMakingOf to false>> /* UI management */ /* OneTimeInit_Time */ <<set $day to 0>> <<set $dayTime to 0>> <<set $defaultTimeskip to 15>> /* 15 min */ <<set $status to "Submissive">> <<set $currentPhase to 0>> <<set $phases to [ "n/a", "High-security inmate", "Kidnapped prisoner", "Abject slavery" ]>> /* OneTimeInit_Description */ <<set $skinColor to "skinColor_pale">> <<set $hairColor to "hairColor_red">> <<set $hairLength to "hairLength_ass">> <<set $hairType to "hairType_straight">> <<set $eyeColor to "eyeColor_green">> <<set $breastSize to "breastSize_D">> <<set $waistSize to "waistSize_M">> /* OneTimeInit_Achievements */ <<set $achievementRequirements to {}>> <<for _key range Object.keys(setup.allAchievements)>> <<set $achievementRequirements[_key] to 0>> <</for>> /* Others */ <<include "OneTimeInit_BodyBondage">> <<include "OneTimeInit_UpperBar">> /* OneTimeInit_Audio */ <<if $audioAllowed>> <<include "OneTimeInit_Audio">> <</if>> /* All sex activities in one go */ <<set $masterArousal to 0>> <<set $yourArousal to 0>> <<set $requiresMeterBar to false>> <<include "VariableManager_AllSexActivities">> /* Part specific */ <<include "OneTimeInit_Prologue">> <<include "OneTimeInit_Part1">>

<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 (Easy difficulty)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyEasy"]] > [[Start New Game (Normal difficulty)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyNormal"]] > [[Start New Game (Hard mode)|Prologue][$storyMode to "DifficultyHard"]] P.s.: this novel supports [[one-handed navigation|One-handed navigation]]. <<set $storyMode to "null">>

<center> <<if $day != 0>><<if $day < 100>> Day $day <<else>>Week <<print ($day - 100)>><</if>>, Phase $currentPhase: $phases[$currentPhase]. <<if $day < 100>>---- About <<print Math.trunc($dayTime/60)>> hours after awakening.<</if>><</if>></center>

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

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

<center> [img[images/Part 01/Prison door, resized.jpeg]]</center> <<selectRange $dayTime>> /* between 6am and 7.45am - 8 times slot */ <<between 0 105>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_BeforeE01">> /* at 8am - 1 times slot */ <<between 120 120>> <<include "Sub_D01E01H_Breakfast">> /* between 8.15am and 11.45am - 14 times slot */ <<between 135 345>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_E01toE02">> /* at 12am (lasts 1h) - 4 times slot */ <<between 360 360>> <<include "Sub_D01E02H_FreshAir&Yoga">> /* between 13.15 am and 3.45pm - 10 times slot */ <<between 435 585>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_E02toE03">> /* at 4pm - 1 times slot */ <<between 600 600>> <<include "Sub_D01E03_LunchAnal">> /* between 4.15pm and 7.45pm - 14 times slot */ <<between 615 825>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_E03toE04">> /* at 8pm - 1 times slot*/ <<between 840 840>> <<include "Sub_D01E04H_DinnerTeasing">> /* between 8.15pm and 9pm - 4 times slot */ <<between 855 900>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_AfterE04">> /* at 9.15pm */ <<between 915 915>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_Sleep">> <<selectDefault>> DEFAULT VALUE, NO BELOW BOUNDARIES FOUND - AND IT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE <</selectRange>> <<if $dayTime<120>> <<include "Sub_D01_CellHub_DecisionTree">> /* The value in the 'if' decides after what time period you go to EndVersion */ <<elseif $dayTime != 120 || $dayTime != 360 || $dayTime != 840 || $dayTime != 600>> /* Do not display the decision tree: it's time for an event */ <<else>> <<goto "EndVersion">> <</if>>

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

<<set $achievementRequirements["newLife"] += 1>> 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 $punishmentCollected>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_DriveStart]] <<include "VariableInitialization_exercise">>

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

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

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

/* Phase 1 - Cell Activity */ <<set $P1_CA_inspectBody to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_inspectCell to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_masturbate to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_rebember to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_rememberMaster to 0>> <<set $reminishingMaster_displayPt to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_meditate to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_nap to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_yoga to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_subReflect to 0>> <<set $P1_CA_timePunishForMastur_first to -1>> <<set $P1_CA_chained to 0>> <<set $badIdea_mattress to false>> <<set $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating_Punished to false>> <<set $questionMistakes to 0>> <<if $audioAllowed>> /* Audio - Part 1 */ <<cacheaudio "alarm" "sounds/Part 01/Alarm.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "cattleProd" "sounds/Part 01/Short Electric Shock.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "waterHose" "sounds/Part 01/Water hose.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "forestAmbience" "sounds/Part 01/Forest ambience.mp4">> /* Audio - Part 1 - Cell ambience */ <<cacheaudio "cellAlarm" "sounds/Cell/Terrifying Air Raid Siren Sound.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "cellOpened01" "sounds/Cell/Cell door lock or unlock.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "cellClosed01" "sounds/Cell/Cell door latch.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "footstepsOutside" "sounds/Cell/Hallway Footsteps.mp4">> <<cacheaudio "footstepsOutsideLoop" "sounds/Cell/Hallway Footsteps - loop.mp4">> <</if>>

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

<<if $audioAllowed>><<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "vanGoing" volume 0.75 play loop>><</if>> <<selectRange $countExercise[$indexExercise]>> <<between 0 3>> Boredom is a familiar acquietance for those guilty of loving long-time bondage, like you. The excitement of your 'kidnapping' had dimwled, your pussy is <<if $maxPain[$indexPunish] >0 >>hurting less<<else>>less horny<</if>> and one of the shoulder straps is making you itch. <<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] is 3>>Oh, and your nose is twitching as before sneezing.<</if>> Your fingers wiggle uselessly in their alcove, unable to help. Usually after a few hours the mind begins to waver and any sense of time cease to exist, but this is not yet your case. You are free to experience every mind-numbing minute, with no distraction, no novelty, Occasionally the vehicle hits a bump in the road, or Master accellerates and you are sent against the straps holding you, but that's it. The van trudges on, [[leading you toward the unknown.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 4 9>> The van rumbles forward toward your unseen destination. The windows have been covered and you cannot see the outside... actually, if not for the courtesy lights, you wouldn't be able to see at all. You're started sweating<<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] <= 5>> a bit<<elseif $countExercise[$indexExercise] >= 7>> a lot<</if>>, but nothing unmanageable. <<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] is 9>>The drop of sweat taking its sweet time falling down your temple, however... Still, you<<else>> You<</if>> have endured - //will// endure - [[a lot worst than this.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 10 12>> You may be directed toward the mountains, but you're not sure. Understanding if you're driving up a hill is simple if you see out of the windscreen or the inclination is steep, but you're sealed immobile against a heavy seat and what few vibration arrives at you from the engine mute whatever feeling the road may cause. Well, except when Master hits a hole. <<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] != 12>>...he's hitting an awful amount of them, isn't it?<<else>>...and he's definitely hitting them on purpose. Honestly! Did he choose a mule track just for her?<</if>> Well, one thing is for sure: [[you're not going to pay for the suspensions.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] For being a brat, however... <<between 13 13>> You have a problem: you need to pee. You went to the bathroom just before starting the voyage and you drank little the day before precisely to avoid this, yet here you are: with your bladder starting to protest. Maybe the strap around your crotch is pressing in the area? Knowing what Master's reaction would be at finding the seat soiled, [[you hold it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 14 16>> Your passive reaction to your rebellious bladder has opened the road for a thousand of other tiny actions of sedition from the rest of your body. Suddently sweat is gathering in the hollows of your neck, under your ass, in your face. Your arms are starting to ache and protesting the forced confinement; the chains don't feel much confortable now. You endure. <<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] >= 15>>You hold it. <</if>><<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] is 16>>You strain yourself. <</if>> You cannot do anything else. ...and in //that//, there is all the beauty of what you seek. You ''cannot'' do a thing. It is not up to you, not now, [[nor ever.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 17 17>> You couldn't resist: you pissed yourself. You didn't expell //much// liquid, so you hope that your panties and pants were able to absorb the most of it, but you definitely soiled the seat. Your annoyed grumbles are strangled with no compunctions by the gag and you are left wiggling in your waste. Not an experience you'd care to repeat. More worringly, Master will //not// be happy about it. <<if $punishmentCollected >0 >>You've already been punished once, today, and you would have preferred not to repeat the experience - expecially because of you actually messing up, instead of just teasing Master. Failure is ''never'' a happy outcome.<<else>>Your service up until this moment has been perfect, and while you expect to be punished extensively during the process of your enslavement, you much prefer it to be because of Master feeling merciless and taking advantage of any slim opportunity than out of a true, honest mistake on your part. Well, except for teasing him a bit... <</if>> Still, [[it's not like you can do something about it.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 18 21>> The feeling of the pee drying up on your pussy and legs is horrible. Watersports have never been among your kinks and the sticky thing between your legs is gross. You wish you could wipe yourself. <<if $countExercise[$indexExercise] >= 20>> Focusing on the ickness makes you realize how much the travel has lasted. You have long lost track of time, but you suspect it has already been hours and that you are far from home. <</if>>[[Where are you going?|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 22 22>><<masteraudio stop>> The van slow down and stops. You crane your neck (uselessly) and ears, but the rear of the vehicle is well muted. You dimly feel Master slamming a car door, mostly because of the vibration, but then nothing happens. You struggle a bit, but the only thing changed is that the sweat makes pushing against the leather even more difficult: now you're slippery. Suddently the rear door opens, blinding you with the light of the outside world. You blink furiously your eyes, but for when you've chased away the spots in your vision Master has already closed the door behind him. "Hello, slave." he greets you. He waves a bottle filled with a greenish liquid at you. "Parched?" Your plaintive whine should have been strangled in its crib by the gag, but in this you manage to defeat your bondage. Master chuckles, then approaches you and pushes a cross between a straw and a funnel in the hole of your panel gag. //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][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 23 25>> You are tired, your body feels bruised all over and your ass is starting to tingle. If before you could offer no resistance to your bondage, now you welcome the straps as you slump against them. You breathe slowly, laboriously. Your hair are matted along your face and you see only a little. You're spent, yet you cannot do anything. Sometimes Master makes a curve and you are forced to lean on one side of the belts, sometimes he drives upward and you are sent against your seat. You don't know; thinking is getting hard. You want for this to end, [[but it's not up to you.|Sub_D00_Drive][$countExercise[$indexExercise] += 1]] <<between 26 26>> <<masteraudio stop>> The constant rumble of the engine had died out. You take a few minutes to realize it, so it comes as a surprise when Master re-ignites it again and makes a few short curves, probably parking... wherever you are. Then the van is switched off for the last time and the courtesy lights follows, plunging you into darkness. [[Master opens the door.|Sub_D00_Arrival]] <</selectRange>>

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

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

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

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

<<set $chastity to "slimChastityBelt">> A chastity belt. <center> [img[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. <center> [img[images/TMoF/TMoF - Alice in her studio - resized.jpg]]</center> She was young and very punk-oriented: her hairs were long on one side and shaved on the other, her nose and lips were pierced, her bare arms were tattooed estensively. One only had to look at her eyes to see the piercing intelligence and cunning mind hiding behind her looks. Her name was Alice - like the story, as she always remarked. She hummed and hammed, sometimes giving unimpressed glances at him before turning her eyes back to the papers. You let her be; her pride in her profession and her disdain of shoddy works were well known, and both you and your slave knew little of piercings - hence the need of an expert to transform a bunch of fantasies in reality. He could take it a few ribbing if it meant to make his love happy. "Okay, let's get the obvious out of the way." Alice finally said. "Nipple and clit rings?" She stared hard at you. "She can //forget// about being suspended from them." You chuckled and waved a hand. Yes, even your lovely slave knew it was a pipe dream at best. "Same thing for those barbed rings, or any kind of piercing that is not completely smooth in the area that goes inside the body." Alice's look of disgust would have curled milk; he knew that, had his love been there, she would have wilted under the force of Alice's glare. "The goal is to make the body //not// reject the metal..." she grumbled. "I'll let her know." you said. "The design of this lockable rings, instead, is 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_05_pt2]]// you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...and now that this is over, let's talk about what I saw on the camera." Master continues. You blink<<if $maxPain[$maxPain.length-1] >= 0>> quickly, wiping your tears away<</if>>. What? Master is quick to remind you: "About you fingering your ass." The words take three whole seconds to penetrate your brain... and when it happens, your mind is invaded by a wave of //shameheatlovelustsubmission// that makes you both squirm in helpless arousal and hope to sink into the ground. Yes, in hindsight doing that ''may'' have been a mistake. ...even if a part of you don't regret a thing. Master snorts, and for a moment you wonder in fear if he can read minds - surely not, he's just reacting to your squirming, that last line of thought is safe - he puts his hands on your ass, distracting you - you don't //dare// pushing back into his palm, not after stealing pleasure not yours - <center>//your belt clicks open.//</center> You gasp, eyes wide as plates. With your cheek on the floor you cannot exactly turn to look at Master in disbelief, but as always he knows what passes through your pretty head - and he chuckles sinister as he lays your belt on the ground near you. "Don't get your panties in a twist." he says... and he slams something in front of your eyes, against the floor. It is his cattle prod. And Master makes it //sparkle//. "This is ''punishment''∼" //Oh fuck,// you think. //Oh fuck ohfuckfuckfucketyfuck!// His gloved fingers leave the handle of the tool. Soon after you feel your engorged lips barely touched and your clit gripped tightly between his thumb and index. You hiss in pain, but then see Master taking the prod back and all breath leave your lungs. One hand takes hold of your cuffed wrists and forcibly brings them against your neck, forcing your upper body against the immovable floor; one foot step on the leg irons, trapping your feet. You're stuck like a virgin on a sacrificial altar, your ass - and clit! - never more vulnerable than now. @@#anchor_readySlave; @@ "Ready, slave?" <<linkreplace "he sarcastically remarks." t8n>>he sarca- <<ScrollTo "anchor_readySlave">> <<timed 2s>><<scrolldown 15s>><</timed>> <center>// p a i n . // [img[images/BDSM/Punishment/Electro, clit tasered.gif]]</center> <<if $audioAllowed>><<audio "cattleProd" volume 1 play>><</if>> A thunder hits the center of your passion. You ''howl'' and contort savagely - your feet kick uselessly around Master boot, your torso twists trying to get off his grip - but Master is unrelenting, he doesn't free you, he presses down instead, painfully pinning you on the floor, and your struggles are for nothing. "I told you, slave." he says in your ear. "Your pleasure belongs to ''me''. And you don't get to steal what is ''mine''." Your screams choke on thin air as you feel the prongs touch your cunt again... but then Master pulls away. You slump on the ground, spent, and oppose no resistance as he locks the belt back around your crotch and pulls your pants up. "[[Sit properly.|Sub_D01E01_EndEvent]]" You wheeze, but obey. That's what a slave do. <<set $achievementRequirements["betaTester"] += 1>> <<set $P1_CA_timePunishForMastur_first to $dayTime>> <<set $P1_CA_typePunishForMastur_first to "clitShocked">><</linkreplace>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/* between bj and 12 am - hour of fresh air: yoga; then shower The cell block is utter silent, either because of soundproofing or because no one is near. Master can see you on his camera feed whenever he wants, but you are all alone in a 3mx4m cell, with no diversions nor distractions. <<switch (($dayTime-135)/$defaultTimeskip)>> <<case 5>> You have had many wonderful experiences with long-term selfbondage (before meeting Master) and tight bondage (afterward). The stuffy boredom of being confined into a tight pretzel or small confines is nothing new for you, but this time is different: this time there is no 'end' to the play... because it's not a play anymore. This time it's for real. <<case 10>> ...well, //almost// no distraction. The heat between your legs //could// be considered such, but you have overcome it. You know that you got no chance of satisfying your horny pussy, not with the metal sealing it up, so you're going to ignore it<<if $P1_CA_timePunishForMastur_first != -1>> - just as you should have done before<</if>>. And you've done a good job, too: your legs are spread so to not make your thighs rub against each other, your hands are well away from your tits no matter how much you want to pinch your nipples, your mind doesn't muse on how good it would be to feel your fingers rubbing on your clit, or Master's dick slide through your lower lips... ... ...damn it. <<case 15>> Definitely. ... <<if $bondage_wrist is "None">>You moan as your hands squeeze your tits, fingers kneading and mauling and sinking deeply in your flesh. The top of your uniform lays abandoned on top of the sink, the bottom is pooled around your feet, your thighs are rubbing against each other for so much time they are covered in a patina of sweat...<<else>>You moan as you desperately hump the corner of the mattress, rubbing your perky tits against it and moaning at the dregs of pleasure that you can get this way. If your hands weren't still locked behind you, you would use them to squeeze your tits, kneading and mauling your supple flesh, but instead you're forced to try this way...<</if>> "Mn//nng//..." It doesn't work, you //know// it doesn't work... but you're too horny to stop, to reason, to //think//. <</switch>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<> // :: Story Widgets [widget nobr] <<widget 'achieved'>> <<set _achievement to setup.getAchievement(_args[0])>> <<notify>> <img @src="_achievement.imgUrl" align="left"> Achievement unlocked: _achievement.name ! _achievement.text <</notify>> <</widget>> <<widget 'initializePunishment'>> <<if isNaN(_args)>> <<set _hitNumber to parseInt(_args,10)>> <<else>> <<set _hitNumber to _args>> <</if>> <<set $countHit.push(parseInt(0,10))>> <<set $maxPain.push(_hitNumber)>> <<set $indexPunish += 1>> <</widget>> /* syntax: <<generalShowMeter "nameMeter" "$currentValueVariable" "$maxValueVariable">> */ <<widget generalShowMeter>><<print "<<if " + _args[1] + " + 5 >= " + _args[2] + ">>" + " <div class=\"blinkMeter\"><<showmeter \"" + _args[0] + "\">></div>" + "<<else>><<showmeter \"" + _args[0] + "\">><</if>>" >><</widget>> <>

/* Automatically sets achievements as accomplished when the requirements are met.*/ <<for _achievement range setup.allAchievements>> <<if $achievementRequirements[_achievement.id] is _achievement.n>> <<set _flag to "ChrysalisAchievement_" + _achievement.id>> <<run memorize(_flag, true)>> <<achieved _achievement.id>> <</if>> <</for>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<<silently>> /* ========== Automatic meter bar updater ========== */ <<if $storyMode is "DifficultyHard">> <<set $Config.history.maxStates to 1>> <</if>> <<if $storyMode is "DifficultyEasy" && $requiresMeterBar is true>> <<if tags().includes("sex_punish") || tags().includes("sex_predicament") || tags().includes("sex_edge") || tags().includes("sex_anal") || tags().includes("sex_pony") || tags().includes("sex_pet") >> <<set _painValue to ($countHit[$indexPunish]/$maxPain[$indexPunish])>> <<if _painValue >= 1>> <<set _painValue to 1>> <</if>> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourPain" _painValue>> <</if>> <<if tags().includes("sex_predicament")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPredicament[$indexPredicament] / $maxFatigue_predicament[$indexPredicament]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_exercise")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countExercise[$indexExercise] / $maxFatigue_exercise[$indexExercise]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countEdge[$indexEdge] / $maxFatigue_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_bj")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countBj[$indexBj] / $maxFatigue_bj[$indexBj]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countAnal[$indexAnal] / $maxFatigue_anal[$indexAnal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countVaginal[$indexVaginal] / $maxFatigue_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pussyEating")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPE[$indexPE] / $maxFatigue_PE[$indexPE]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPony[$indexPpny] / $maxFatigue_pony[$indexPony]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> <<set _effortValue to ($countPet[$indexPet] / $maxFatigue_pet[$indexPet]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourEffort" _effortValue>> <</if>> /* YourArousal updater */ <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($yourArousal / $yourMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($yourArousal / $yourMaxArousal_anal[$indexAnal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($yourArousal / $yourMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($yourArousal / $yourMaxArousal_pony[$indexPony]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($yourArousal / $yourMaxArousal_pet[$indexPet]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_YourArousal" _arousalValue>> <</if>> /* MasterArousal updater */ <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_bj")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_bj[$indexBj]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_anal[$indexAnal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pussyEating")>> <<set _arousalValue to ($masterArousal / $masterMaxArousal_PE[$indexPE]) >> <<updatemeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" _arousalValue>> <</if>> <</if>> /* End meter updater */ /* ========== Automatic achievement setter ========== */ <<set _i to 0>> <<for _i=0 ; _i< setup.allAchievements.length ; _i+=1>> <<set _achievementId to setup.allAchievements[_i].id>> <<set _achievementN to setup.allAchievements[_i].id>> /* <<notify>>achievementId is _achievementId achievementN is _achievementN<</notify>> */ <<set _requirementCounter to "achievementRequirement_" + _achievementId>> <<set _flagAchieved to "achievementRequirement_" + _achievementId>> <<if State.getVar(_requirementCounter) == _achievementN>> <<remember State.getVar(_flagAchieved) to true>> <<achieved _achievementId>> <</if>> <</for>> <</silently>>

<> <<set $indexExercise += 1>> <<set $countExercise.push(0)>> <<set $lastExerciseAction.push("None")>> <<set $exerciseWork.push(0)>> <<set $exerciseGiveItAll.push(0)>> <<set $exerciseSlack.push(0)>> <<set $exerciseTryToCum.push(0)>> <<set $exerciseSurprise.push(0)>> <<set $exerciseMistake.push(0)>> /* <<set $exerciseOutput.push(??)>> <<set $PassageHeaderType to "None">> to do at the end */ <>

They are defined as Javascript object Each has a number of times one has to reach a certain passage before they are achieved (1 counts) The passage PassageDone verifies each time if the variable $achievementRequirement_NAMEACHIEVEMENT reaches the correct number, if yes then remembers the achievement and alerts it /* <<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>> <<if $achievementRequirement_subspace is 3>> <<remember $Chrysals_Achievements_subspace to true>> <<achieved "subspace">> <</if>> */

<> [[Look at you.|Sub_D01_BodyInspect]] [[Look around you.|Sub_D01_CellInspect]] <<if $P1_CA_masturbate is 0>> [[Inspect the chastity belt.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <<else>> [[Try to masturbate.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <</if>> <<if $badIdea_mattress is true && hasVisited("Sub_D01_MattressEvent") is false>> [[Try a bad idea.|Sub_D01_MattressEvent]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspect >=3>> [[Your mind is starting to wander...|Sub_D01_Reminishing]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 150 >> /* i.e. from 8.30am onward */ [[Maybe meditation will help pass the time?|Sub_D01_Meditate]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 225 >> /* i.e. from 10am onward */ [[A nap would do you good|Sub_D01_Nap]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 435 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 13.15am onward */ [[You are curious about yoga...|Sub_D01_Yoga]] <</if>> <<if /*$dayTime >= 615 &&*/ $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 4.15pm onward */ [[Master was really focused on putting you in your place, before...|Sub_D01_SubReflect]] <</if>> <>

<<silently>> <<if $storyMode is "DifficultyEasy">> <<if tags().includes("sex_punish") || tags().includes("sex_predicament") || tags().includes("sex_exercise") || tags().includes("sex_edge") || tags().includes("sex_bj") || tags().includes("sex_anal") || tags().includes("sex_vaginal") || tags().includes("sex_PE") || tags().includes("sex_pony") || tags().includes("sex_pet") >> <<set $requiresMeterBar to true>> <<else>> <<set $requiresMeterBar to false>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $requiresMeterBar to false>> <</if>> <<include "Redirects">> <<if tags().includesAny("TMoF", "Auxiliary", "UI") is false>> <<set $lastStoryPassage to passage()>> <</if>> <</silently>>

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

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

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

Your mind stays idle, vague fragments of your past flashing by, none catching your attention long enough by themselves. You remember about John's birthday next month. You've already bought a gift, but you also promised Kelly to help her with the cake (and avoid letting her put the kitchen on fire //again//...) and now you don't know if you'll manage, what with being reconditioned as a slave. Maybe you can serve as entertainment instead...? But you cannot know for sure, and beside it would not be up to you. Part and parcel of being a slave, of course. There is a jolt of unease A passing thought intrudes, the memory of a shopping run you utterly botched last week. This one draws a chuckle out of you: here you are, shut in prison<<if $bondage_wrist != "None">>, chained as you are<</if>>... and you think about //groceries//, of all things! Aaah, boredom, your old mate: always ready to join your self-bondage sessions, or when Master tied and stashed you somewhere quiet. [[Time passes|Sub_D01_CellHub][$dayTime += $defaultTimeskip]] slowly... <<set $P1_CA_remember += 1>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

<<silently>> <<selectRange $dayTime>> /* PEE EVENT */ <<between 60 60>> /* i.e. 5am */ <<if hasVisited("Dub_D01ER01_Pee") is false>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER01_Pee">> <</if>> /* RELEASE OF CHAINS AFTER 1st MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT */ <<between 180 180>> /* i.e. 1h after 8am */ <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment") is false >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> <<between 480 480>> /* i.e. 1h after 13am */ <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment") is false >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> <<between 660 660>> /* i.e. 1h after 4pm */ <<if hasVisited("Sub_D01E01_PunishForMastur") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01E02_PunishedForMasturbating") is false && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment") is false >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_ChainRelease">> <</if>> /* REDIRECT BECAUSE OF CHAINS */ <<between 495 555>> /* i.e. 1h after 13am */ <<if hasVisitedAny("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged", "Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease") is false >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains">> <</if>> <<between 675 735>> /* i.e. 1h after 4pm */ <<if hasVisitedAny("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged", "Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested") && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease") is false >> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains">> <</if>> /* TRUE RELEASE OF CHAINS AFTER 1st MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT */ <<between 570 570>> /* i.e. 2h30min after 13am */ <<if hasVisitedAny("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged", "Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested")>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease">> <</if>> <<between 750 750>> /* i.e. 2h30min after 4pm */ <<if hasVisitedAny("Sub_D01ER02_ChainedAndLeftGagged", "Sub_D01ER02_GropedTested")>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER02_TrueRelease">> <</if>> <<between 540 540>> /* i.e. 1h before 4pm */ /* 2nd MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT */ <<if $P1_CA_dreamsOfMasturbating >= 4 && hasVisited("Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment") is false>> <<goto "Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment">> <<else>> /* In Sub_D01ER03_MPunishment there is an edging scene, this code ensures there is no ambiguity on the variables used as sex scene counters */ <<include "VariableInitialization_edge">> <<initializePunishment>> 10 <</initializePunishment>> <</if>> <</selectRange>> /* End time-specific random events */ <</silently>>

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

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

<><<if $requiresMeterBar>> <div id="topbar"><div id="bbblock"><div id="bbtext"><center> <table><tr align=center valign=center><td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_punish") || tags().includes("sex_predicament") || tags().includes("sex_edge") || tags().includes("sex_anal") || tags().includes("sex_pony") || tags().includes("sex_pet") >> ''Your pain:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourPain" "$countHit[$indexPunish]" "$maxPain[$indexPunish]">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_predicament")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPredicament[$indexPredicament]" "$maxFatigue_predicament[$indexPredicament]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_exercise")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countExercise[$indexExercise]" "$maxFatigue_exercise[$indexExercise]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countEdge[$indexEdge]" "$maxFatigue_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_bj")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countBj[$indexBj]" "$maxFatigue_bj[$indexBj]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countAnal[$indexAnal]" "$maxFatigue_anal[$indexAnal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countVaginal[$indexVaginal]" "$maxFatigue_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pussyEating")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPE[$indexPE]" "$maxFatigue_PE[$indexPE]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPony[$indexPony]" "$maxFatigue_pony[$indexPony]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> ''Your effort:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourEffort" "$countPet[$indexPet]" "$maxFatigue_pet[$indexPet]">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$yourArousal" "$yourMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$yourArousal" "$yourMaxArousal_anal[$indexAnal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$yourArousal" "$yourMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pony")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$yourArousal" "$yourMaxArousal_pony[$indexPony]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pet")>> ''Your arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_YourArousal" "$yourArousal" "$yourMaxArousal_pet[$indexPet]">> <</if>> <></td> <td><> <<if tags().includes("sex_edge")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_edge[$indexEdge]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_bj")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_bj[$indexBj]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_anal")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_anal[$indexAnal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_vaginal")>> ''Master's arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_vaginal[$indexVaginal]">> <<elseif tags().includes("sex_pussyEating")>> ''Mistress' arousal:'' <<generalShowMeter "meterBar_MasterArousal" "$masterArousal" "$masterMaxArousal_PE[$indexPE]">> <</if>> <></td> </tr></table></center> </div></div></div> <</if>><>

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

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

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

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

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

<> <<if $P1_CA_chained > 1 && $bondage_gag is "panelGag">> [[Try to pass the time.|Sub_D01ER02_TrappedInChains]] <<else>> [[Look at you.|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] [[Look around you.|Sub_D01_CellInspect]] <<if $P1_CA_masturbate is 0>> [[Inspect the chastity belt.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <<else>> [[Try to masturbate.|Sub_D01_Masturbate]] <</if>> <<if $badIdea_mattress is true && hasVisited("Sub_D01_MattressEvent") is false>> [[Try a bad idea.|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] <</if>> <<if $P1_CA_inspect >=3>> [[Your mind is starting to wander...|Sub_D01_Reminishing]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 150 >> /* i.e. from 8.30am onward */ [[Maybe meditation will help pass the time?|Sub_D01_Meditate]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 225 >> /* i.e. from 10am onward */ [[A nap would do you good|Sub_D01_Nap]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 375 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 12.15am onward */ [[You are curious about yoga...|Sub_D01ER02_ImpossibleDueToChain]] <</if>> <<if $dayTime >= 615 && $bondage_wrist == "None" >> /* i.e. from 4.15pm onward */ [[Master was really focused on putting you in your place, before...|Sub_D01_SubReflect]] <</if>> <>

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