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A Prison of My Own Making
A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket. My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not
Literature
PETPLAY-GID TROJANHORSUIT 3
The following is Pet play of a sort. It is GID of a sort.
Heck IF I KNOW where to really place it.
Anyway, it does have an element of domination and submission (later) and it is about someone becoming a horse as well as bondage, So go figure.
But don't complain if you read,. You were warned.
Trojan Horse Suit
DANNY finished his meal and saw the time.
"Better try it on and see if it fits," he thought as he went back to the bedroom.
That's odd he thought as the suit wasn't there!
The box was still there, but no suit.
He looked and there it was in the floor.
"Whew, had myself going for a second there" he thought.
Then as he picked it
Literature
The Leash
Echoing footsteps, a jingling chain, and muffled voices were all that she could hear since she was dragged into the building. A leather blindfold wrapped around her head, and was quite effective at blocking out light – Spade-like shapes blocked her eyes, but the downward-aiming point made sure to flex over her cheek so not an ounce of light could seep in. Though not really struggling too much, she was quite stringently bound, what mattered was remaining calm and picking up senses – The cool tiles that made up the floor, something minute was raised – Possibly an arrow or line system painted on the ground? The gentle w
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