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General Discussion / Re: A Fare To Remember by Marcus
« Last post by bentbliss on March 28, 2024, 07:41:21 pm »
The main feedback story page is https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php?topic=9887.0.

I am pretty sure there will be a third as Marcus has done well at following up at completing his series.
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General Discussion / A Fare To Remember by Marcus
« Last post by lizsub on March 28, 2024, 06:50:39 pm »
Does anyone know if there is a third chapter, or more, for the story "A Fare To Remember" by Marcus?

We love the story and have been searching for more chapters but so far no such luck.

Thank you all for any assistance you may be able to give us.

Sincerely,

lizsub
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TG/CD Stories / Re: hand crafted bride
« Last post by trash princess on March 27, 2024, 10:06:31 pm »
“Alex, love, are you okay?”
"I'm fine, April. I just wasn’t feeling well."
April had called me the next morning, checking on me. It wasn't like me to just bolt like i had last night.
“Are you sure? You ran out the door like you were being chased."
“I'm sure." I replied as i got up out of bed and went to my closet, throwing it open. I began rooting through some clothes to try to find something I could wear to class that day. My wardrobe was kind of empty, with only a handful of shirts and two pairs of pants all thrown in my closet haphazardly. I picked out a simple blue shirt and proceeded to get ready, putting my phone on speaker and setting it on my bed. “Look, April. I appreciate you calling to check on me, but I'm fine. Honest. I'll be at work tonight like usual, okay? You don't have to worry about me.”
There was silence on the other end as April thought for a moment while I undressed and started to put on my shirt. When she finally spoke again, her voice was quiet. "Did Adam say something to you? I can ban him from the restaurant if that'll-”
"NO!” I nearly shouted, and suddenly panicked, immediately getting tangled up in my shirt. I struggled to pull it down over my head before picking up my phone again, clearing my throat before speaking again, calmly this time. “No. That's okay, April, he didn't do anything wrong."
I could practically hear the smirk in April's voice as she spoke again. “Oh he didn't, huh? Well I do hope he becomes a regular. He seems to have taken quite the liking to you."
I groaned at that. April had a habit of trying to hook me up with the guys who came through the restaurant, never seeming to grasp the idea that I just wasn't into men. “Oh don't be like that." April laughed, having heard my groan. “You like him too, I can tell."
“If by ‘like’ you mean I’m ‘scared to death of’ then sure! I like him." A bright feeling seemed to bubble up in my chest as I uttered the words, which I quickly crushed down. It almost felt to me like an admission. “Look, I don't mind him but I never want to see Ethan and James ever again."
“Already done, Alex," April responded. “I've put them on the list in the office, and informed Kristy not to let them in or serve them. You won't have to deal with them ever again."
I sighed in relief. The fear of last night still rattled around in my head. Embarrassment of having to be saved. The helplessness. I never wanted anyone to have so much power over me ever again.
“Thank you, April.” i said. After that, the conversation turned to small talk. The weather, what i could expect from class today, how well we’d slept the night before. Before long, it was time for me to go, so we said our goodbyes, i hung up, and headed out the door.



“Alex, how long on that bacon swiss burger hun?”
"coming up in 10. Had to refill the seasoning.”
"Alright, hurry it up. Table 12 is getting restless."
It had been a long, stressful night at work. It seemed the local highschool had a big game that pulled in more customers than our humble business was used to. As a result, I hadn't had more than a couple seconds peace between rushes.
Several hours into the shift and I was already exhausted.
“Bacon Swiss Burger is up!" I called as I finished the sandwich and handed it out the expo window. A flurry of motion caught my eye at the entrance and my heart fluttered excitedly as a hulking figure walked in. My breath caught for a moment, only for me to sigh in disappointed relief as the man turned, showing his face. What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head, turning my attention back to the grill. The rest of the night, my attention flitted back to the entrance every time I heard the door open, only to immediately return my attention back to my work. I wanted to pretend that I didn't know what, or who, I was hoping would walk through the door, but I knew.
It was infuriating how badly I hoped to see Adam tonight.
The shift ended uneventfully with my hopes unfulfilled. Adam never showed. The feeling of relief warred with the insurmountable disappointment, both vying to be the one to steer my thoughts for the night and leaving me in a whirlwind of confused emotion. I was so distracted trying to get my thoughts in order that i wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as i locked up the shop for the night and turned to walk away, only to immediately run face first into what felt like a fleshy brick wall. I stumbled back, apologizing profusely as i turned away, only for my heart to stop and lightning to shoot through my veins as i heard his voice.
“Where you running off to so quickly, Alex?" I turned slowly, locking eyes with Adam for a brief moment before immediately looking away.
“H-home.” I managed to stammer.
"awe, at this time of night?” Adam scoffed. "That’s no fun. Hey c'mon, why don't you join us. Morgan and i were just about to head to the bar to grab a couple drinks.” It wasn't until just now that i noticed Adam wasn't alone. Next to him stood another man, this one only slightly shorter than Adam, and nowhere near as intimidating as him. He waved at me with a smirk, glancing over at Adam.
"you gonna introduce me to your friend or do i have to do everything around here?" He said to Adam in a cheeky voice.
Adam chuckled, throwing an arm around his friend. “Of course. Morgan, this is Alex. He's the cook at this here fine establishment.” He gestured toward the now locked up restaurant. "Pretty damned good one, too. Alex, this is my good friend Morgan. He and i work together at the shipyard.”
I raised an eyebrow at this, ignoring the fluttering in my chest at Adam’s praise. Instead, i focused on the rest of his introduction, focusing on his statements of his line of work. I figured Adam had a physically demanding job. And a shipyard no less. No wonder he seemed so strong…
I quickly shook the thought from my head. “Right, uh…well it was lovely meeting you Morgan. Good seeing you, Adam. I'm just gonna…” my voice trailed off as i turned, stepping away to leave. Adam called out, his voice seeming to wrap me up and stop me in my tracks. I couldn’t defy him even if I wanted to.
“Perhaps you didn't hear me: I'd like for you to join us." I stopped, turning back to face him. I was grateful for the dim light, as i feared that my face would betray my thoughts. Grabbing drinks…with Adam of all people…”i really don't think i have the time-"
“Nonsense." Adam laughed, throwing his free arm around my shoulder causing me to squeak in surprise. “C'mon, doll.” A burst of euphoria radiated through me before fading away. "Just a couple drinks. It's not like you got class tomorrow or anything, and the restaurants closed saturdays anyways so no work either. C'mon, live a little."
I hadn’t been to a bar or a club in years. I tended to avoid such places as they were full of people who were on the lookout for people like me, hoping to snag someone on the registry and call them in. It felt like the perfect environment to throw my manhood out the window.
But for some reason, with Adam’s arm around me, knowing I’d be in his company, i felt…safe. As though there was nothing to fear. And it had been quite a long time since I'd gone out and had some fun. Hell, i just might even enjoy myself. And I'd be lying to myself if i said i didn't really want to spend a little time with Adam outside of work.
Begrudgingly, i smiled, relaxing a bit. “Okay fine. But…just one drink, then i really have to go home.”



The bar Adam took us to was quaint, to say the least, and not at all what i expected. Art hung on the walls in the hallway, which wrapped around the main room. The main bar area was no bigger than a large closet, with only four tables in the entire room. The bar itself was only long enough to seat four people, and behind it, a couple worked diligently to serve their two customers already seated there. Morgan sat at one of the back tables while Adam pulled a chair out for me. I thanked him, sitting down as i thought to myself i can pull out my own chair…Adam took up a seat next to me, and i became acutely aware of how close he was. He struck up conversation with Morgan, talking about their day, but i could barely focus on what they were saying. My body thrilled at the feeling of being so close to him. My heart threatened to burst free from my chest as i drank in his scent, a mixture of sweat, grease, saw dust, and a faint hint of cologne. The smell of his day at work. I expected to find his scent repulsive.
Instead i found myself craving more and more.
I closed my eyes for a moment and counted to 3, trying to refocus. Turning my attention to the menu in front of me, i decided the best course of action was to decide what i was going to have.
I didn't realize Adam had been calling my name until he nudged me gently. “Earth to Alex. You good, doll?” There it was again. Doll. For the life of me i had no idea why it affected me the way it did. Coming from anyone else i would have rolled my eyes. Coming from him, i couldn't help but shrink slightly, trying to hide from the joy it made me feel. i wanted to hear it over and over.
I never wanted to hear it again.
I nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I'm good.” My voice shook slightly as i spoke.
"i was asking what you were gonna get. If you've never been here before i can always pick for ya. I think i can nail down your taste pretty easily.”
I raised an eyebrow at this, looking up at Adam. "oh you think so?” I smirked, for the first time feeling confident. "alright how about a bet. If you don't get it right you gotta pay for all three of us.”
Morgan let out an impressed whistle. "i like the sound of that.”
Adam smirked, looking me dead in the eyes and suddenly, my confidence wavered. "alright then, doll."  He reached out, gently grabbing my chin to make me meet his gaze, and once more i remembered how small and helpless i was before him. “But if I win, you…” he paused thoughtfully, clearly wondering what he could possibly want. “give me your number.”
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of giving another man my number. But by this point I’d already made the bet. It would be a bad look to back out now. Or at least that’s what i told myself as i managed to squeak out a timid "D-deal,” unable to tear my eyes away from his.
He smirked, finally getting up and making his way to the counter. I turned my attention to the table, suddenly taking great interest in the swirling shapes and colors in the wood. Morgan chuckled, shaking his head.
“Ah, you're so fucked." He said, smirking as he watched me.
“Why do you say that?" I asked meekly, never once looking up from the table.
Morgan sat up, folding his hands together on the table. His eyes never left me. “Simple. Because you want to lose this bet."
I looked up, shocked at the accusation, but before i could deny it, Adam returned, carrying three drinks. He handed Morgan his, then set his own down. “just a simple whiskey for me, and for you…a White Russian. Enjoy.” He sat down, watching me as i gingerly flicked the straw around in the glass. "well? Go ahead doll. Give it a taste.”
I took the straw in my mouth, slowly sipping it. The flavor flooded my mouth, rich, creamy, with only a hint of the alcohol within. My cheeks flushed red as i realized i did, in fact, like what he'd picked for me.
We had a bet, and i was gonna have to give him my number.
Or was I?
After all, there was no way for him to know for sure whether or not i liked the drink he’d chosen for me. I could just as easily lie as tell the truth and he’d have no recourse.
All i had to do was lie.
To Adam.
I opened my mouth, prepared to insist that it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever drank, but the words caught in my throat. I couldn’t decide if it was morality, a sense of honor or pride, or fear of Adam that held me back.
Most likely, though, it was simply that i didn’t want to miss an excuse to give Adam my number.
I sighed, holding out my hand as i asked for Adam’s phone.
With a smirk, he handed it to me and i quickly punched my number into his contacts. Quickly i handed the phone back to him, only to jump as he grabbed my hand along with his phone. I looked up in surprise, meeting his gaze as he gave me a knowing look.
“Thank you, Alex love.” he said, a satisfied smirk on his face, as though he was fully aware of the war that had raged in my mind, and the conscious decision i had made. This was what he’d wanted all along.
With my face bright red, and my stomach doing summersaults, i turned my attention back to my drink and proceeded to lose myself to the night.



I awoke the next morning to find myself in bed, covers pulled over me as though I’d been tucked in. on the nightstand next to me was a glass of water with a pair of advil. I groaned, dropping back into bed as i held my head. The room seemed to not want to decide which way was up, while drums pounded away in my head. I forced myself to sit up, quickly taking the advil, and immediately threw myself back down into bed, holding back tears from the pain. Gradually, the advil kicked in, and i managed to roll out of bed, a partially functional human being. I made my way to the kitchen, throwing open the fridge and squinting into the light as i looked for something, anything to settle my stomach.
“You look like shit.”
I scowled, turning toward the sound of the voice to find Keith, my roommate, who stood in the corner with a cup of coffee in hand and an amused expression on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, slamming the fridge shut. “Yeah who asked you?” i grumbled, grabbing a couple slices of bread and popping them into the toaster. “What happened last night?” i asked, still not entirely sure how i got home.
Keith shrugged slightly as he stepped into the kitchen. “No idea. All i know is you came home stupid drunk with a man almost twice your size who was carrying you like a fucking princess or some shit.” Keith took a sip of his coffee, watching me with an inquisitive expression. “If i didn’t know any better I’d say you went out a got yourself a boyfriend. I thought you didn’t like men.”
I looked up to lock eyes with him, glaring as i pondered whether i should respond or not. We stood there for a moment, the silence only broken by the sharp DING of the toaster as it ejected my toast. I gasped, the sound seeming to pierce through my skull for a moment before finally settling. Keith smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed a plate, handing it over as i retrieved the toast.
“So who was he?” he asked, watching me stumble about the kitchen as i looked for the butter.
“Nobody.”
“Nobody?” he scoffed, disbelief evident in his voice. “Right. “Nobody” just so happened to show up on our doorstep, carrying you in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the world.”
I blushed at that description, but nodded. “Yup. that about sums it up.”
“You’re not fooling anyone, you’re dating him aren’t you?”
“I’m not.” i made my way out of the kitchen toward the bathroom, deciding to bring the toast with me as keith followed, pestering me with his questions. I just wanted to get away from him and take a nice, relaxing bath.
“How long have you known this guy for?”
“I don’t.”
“Does this mean you’re bi then?”
“Nope.”
“Does your mom know about him?”
“We’re not dating, Keith.”
Suddenly, keith stopped in front of the bathroom, blocking my path with an almost manic look in his eyes. “Are you gonna go through the program?”
I froze, having not expected him to ask that. “I-what?”
“I mean, c’mon, it’s no secret that you’re in the program. Everyone in class knows you’re enlisted. Some of us are actually taking bets on whether or not you’re gonna get called up.” i glared at Keith, though it didn’t phase him. you mother fucker i thought as he continued. “So are you?”
A confusing mixture of shock, longing, denial, and embarrassment swirled through my head as i continued to hold Keith’s gaze, my mouth opening and closing as i tried to find an adequate response. In the end, i chose to brush past him, slamming the bathroom door closed as i stepped inside and sank to the floor. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to untangle my chaotic emotions, but it was no use. There was nothing more to do but to get up, strip down…
And take a nice long, hot bath.
While the tub filled, i grabbed the plate of toast and sat against the door, quietly munching on my breakfast. I took a deep breath, the sound of the rushing water filling my head, and finally took the moment to relax. Keith’s questions echoed in my mind. I’m not bi. I thought to myself. I’m pretty sure I’m not into Adam. He’s just really nice, that’s all. For every question Keith asked, i had an answer. Or at least i thought i did. There was just one question Keith had asked that continued to roll around in my head. ”are you gonna go through the program?” no, of course not, i don’t wanna be a woman. I responded to myself. But unlike all the other times I’d been asked that question, this time my answer felt hollow.
As if i didn’t actually mean it.
but what if Adam wants you to? What if it would make him like you?
I don’t care what Adam wants, I’m not looking for a relationship with him.
but you like him, don’t you?
yeah, sure, whatever. I like him like i like April, and my other friends. He’s charming, he’s kind…
he’s really fucking hot.

I groaned as I stood up, glaring at myself in the mirror. Before, my reflection had always brought forth complex, mostly negative emotions. But now, looking at myself in the mirror with these thoughts swirling through my head, i began to understand what everyone had always said.
I was pretty.
The soft, feminine features of my face that I’d always hated before suddenly seemed right. My thin, petite build was perfect for being picked up and treated like…like a fucking princess or some shit. I swore as the image of keith opening our front door to see Adam carrying me bridal filled my head. My cheeks flushed red as i pictured my delicate frame, nestled tenderly in the arms of the giant I’d come to know as Adam. An indescribable feeling that i could only call euphoria began to bubble up inside, starting in my gut and radiating all throughout my body, every cell alive. Aching. Slowly, an uncomfortable truth began to dawn on me.  I’d always said i was only into women, but yet I’d never sought a relationship with any. I’d always avoided social places, but the truth was it wasn’t just to avoid my number being claimed, it was because i was afraid of falling for a man who would claim it.
A man like Adam.
You like Adam
fuck. I like Adam.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated, having received a message. I groaned, forcing myself to stand up straight and brush aside my fantasies. I grabbed my phone from where I’d set it down on the counter and opened my messenger, seeing one new message from a number i didn’t recognize.
“Hey, doll.” The message said, bringing a smile to my face. ”it’s Adam. just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re okay. Message me when you get this?”
I set the phone aside. It would be all too easy to just ignore the text. Easier still to block his number and have April ban him from the restaurant. I smiled slightly as i imagined the satisfaction of taking back some semblance of control in my life, but the satisfaction was short lived.
I knew i couldn’t do that. I’d miss Adam way too much.
With a sigh, i picked up my phone once more, shooting Adam a quick reply. ”head is killing me, but I’m okay. Thank you for bringing me home. I didn’t do anything too crazy did i?”
With that, i made my way over to the now full tub to turn the water off. Another vibration and i looked down to see Adam’s response. ”nah, you were actually super affectionate. I like drunk Alex, all you wanted was to be held. It was actually super cute.”
Warmth spread across my face as i blushed, reading the message over and over again. I wasn’t sure how to respond, let alone how to feel. you were cute. Cute.
Adam thinks I’m cute

”oh. Haha, i hope i wasn’t too much.” I replied, trying in vain to ignore the delightful joy i had in my heart.
I waited, the vibration coming pretty quickly after my message.
”oh no, not at all. I had a great time. Just hopefully next time you can hold your liquor a little better, yeah?”
I couldn’t help but smile, not just at the thought of my new friends having a good time with me, but that Adam wanted to do it again. I shouldn’t feel like this.
but you do. It feels good right? Then shut up and trust it.

I took a deep breath as i slid into the tub and sent another response.
”yeah, hopefully.”
”you
do want to do this again some time, right?”
I didn’t need to think much about the response. “yeah, of course.”
As my finger hit send, my heart lurched, as though I’d launched myself across a chasm with no guarantee of reaching the other side. The seconds ticked by for an eternity before, finally, Adam responded.
”excellent. Maybe next time I’ll take you back to my place”
I didn’t think my cheeks could get any more red. ”hey now, slow down a bit, you know i’m not into guys, right?”
”Oh? Well that’s quite alright, I’m not into guys either."

I narrowed my eyes, squinting at the phone as i read and re read his response over and over again.
then why does he flirt with me??? I wondered to myself. or am i just misreading his intentions?
”ah. Well..good. Glad we understand each other.” I responded unconvincingly as the disappointment began to settle. ”so, uh…tell me what did i miss last night while i was too drunk to know i was alive?”
”not much.” Adam responded, prepared to tell me all about our night out. I smiled, practically melting into the tub. It was quiet, finally, with the only sounds being the water lapping against the surface, and the occasional vibrations of my phone as Adam and i talked through the morning.


To be continued…
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BoundStories Website Stories Feedback / Re: The Chateau by Budman
« Last post by feline on March 27, 2024, 02:01:42 pm »
*GRRRR* where is my baseball bat...  come here budman and we can discuss "placement"...  teasing has consequences!
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BoundStories Website Stories Feedback / Re: The Chateau by Budman
« Last post by Budman0_0 on March 27, 2024, 03:09:30 am »
dengamle68,
Stories, at least for me, seem to write themselves.  I have a general plot in mind when I start, but as the chapters unfold sometimes I'm as surprised as my readers are at the direction they take.  Such is the case of Heather (the slut).  I originally just viewed her as a prop in the story, an object around which the other characters revolved and interacted.  A sex toy if you will.
But over time, she took on a personality and I needed to feed that personality.
I spend a good bit of time on FetLife.com and am members of several 'captivity' or 'prisoner' type discussion groups.  I've also read stuff written by madams at some facilities in Europe that offer long term bondage experiences.  I think the writings of people who have actually tried these long term bondage scenarios has given me a sense of what happens to subs in these situations.

Just to tease you - stand by for Nurse Gruba and her experiences in the Cistern coming in a few chapters.  Especially the research and preperation for her stay at the Chateau.
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Spanking Stories / isabella and the whipmachine
« Last post by dirty mind fun on March 26, 2024, 06:42:11 pm »
This one I wrote yesterday. Like all my stories, it has a bad ending. Contains selfbondage and whipping

Of all the students that got the engineering degree in the class of 2019, all were male except one. The woman, named Isabella, has chosen this line of profession for more than the usual reasons. She had always been fascinated by the idea of bondage and torture. She spent hours reading books and researching online about different methods and devices used throughout history. She never dared to tell any of her occasional dates about her fantasies, too shy for that, and too scared that her reputation would be ruined. But she wanted to take it to the next level, to create something that would truly test the limits of pain and pleasure.
She landed a job that paid good enough to afford her own place, and bought an old house on the edge of town with a large cellar. Once she was settled in, she started converting her cellar into a workshop.
After months of planning and gathering materials, Isabella finally completed her bondage machine. It was a large metal standing frame with restraints for the arms, legs, and neck, as well as a whip attached to a motorized arm that could strike with various strength and at various levels. She had carefully programmed the machine to be able to follow various protocols. For the first real test, she planned to set it to start off slow and gradually increase in speed and intensity, ensuring that the person being whipped would experience a steadily increase level of pain. She set up cameras to record the test.
Despite her extensive preparations, Isabella trembled with anticipation on the day of the real live test, as she opened the door to her dingy basement. The inside had been transformed into a dimly lit chamber, with soft whispers and moans echoing through the cold, damp air. Excited to test out her creation, Isabella stripped down and placed her body onto the frame of the machine. She positioned her arms, legs and neck in line with the automatic cuffs, ready for the 20 minutes test run. A quick glance at the screen of the controller to confirm the correct settings. Then she eagerly pressed the start button, anticipating the intense mixture of pain and pleasure she was about to feel. Click click click and the cuffs sealed around her limbs. Five seconds later the electric hoist switched on and the entire frame, with her strapped on it, was lifted in the air. She held her breath and braced herself as the whipping arm moved backward for the first strike.
Isabella closed her eyes, steeling herself for the first slap of the leather against her skin. As the whip connected with her back, she yelped in pain, her body arching in response. With twenty second intervals, the motorized arm rhythmically swung back and forth, sometimes as high as just below her neck, sometimes as low as her upper legs. Isabella felt her pussy getting moist, as the whipping arm began to steadily increase speed as the intensity of the painful stings grew.
She could hardly breathe, her heart pounding in her chest. The pain was overwhelming, yet somehow it only heightened her arousal. Each stroke sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, as though she were a creature of pure sensation.
The machine's programming grew increasingly brutal, and Isabella knew that soon she would be unable to withstand the agony. But still, she craved more. Her mind was a whirlwind of desire and pain, her body screaming for release. Then the long anticipated orgasm struck her. Exhausted, she looked at the timer. Only three minutes left before the whip would stop and the restraints would automatically open. About time, her back was really sore.
Then murphy's law entered the game. An undetected bug in the programmming played it's card. The machine malfunctioned, its circuits overloaded and causing it to go into overdrive. The timer stopped at 2.52 but the whip did not stop. Instead, it began to move at an alarming speed, whipping Isabella's back with a force she had never imagined. The pain was excruciating, and she screamed in agony as the whip tore through her skin and flesh.
In the midst of the chaos, Isabella's eyes widened in terror as the machine continued its relentless assault. Against all odds, she tried to yank herself free from the restraints, but her body was immobile and bound so tightly that she could barely move a finger. She screamed for help, her pleas only echoing through the cold, damp basement.
The machine's programming seemed to have reached its maximum setting, the whip striking her relentlessly. The pain was unimaginable, and Isabella's mind raced with fear and desperation. Despite the pain, orgasm after orgasm hit her. She could feel her skin being torn apart, the texture of her back becoming raw and bleeding. Her cries for mercy fell on deaf ears, replaced by the sound of the whip continuing its brutal dance.
Desperately, Isabella pulled to free herself from the restraints again and again, but they were too strong, designed to be inescapeable. She was trapped, at the mercy of her own creation. The whipping continued for hours, each strike more brutal than the last. Isabella's screams turned into gurgles as her back, ass and upper legs became a bloody mess, the skin and flesh ripped away by the relentless whipping.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, something burned through. The machine came to a stop. Isabella's body hung limply in the restraints, her back nothing but a raw, bloody mass exposing her ribs. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn't even scream anymore. She was dying.
Isabella's mind raced with the realization of her fate. She had created a monster, a machine that had malfunctioned and taken her life. Her last thoughts were of the pain mixed with the orgasms, the agony she had experienced and the nightmare she had unleashed upon herself.
In the basement, her soft whispers and moans had stopped. The cold, damp air was now still and silent. Isabella's body swung gently in the restraints as her life slipped away, her once vibrant eyes now lifeless, reflecting the dim lighting.
And so, the bondage machine stood there, its purpose fulfilled in the most horrifying way possible. Isabella's creation had pushed her beyond the limits of pain and pleasure, into a realm of unimaginable torture and death.
She had been tortured to death by her own creation.
Weeks later, her decaying body was discovered.
Detectives were assigned to inspect the scene, their faces etched with a mix of horror and disgust. They carefully documented every detail, documenting the grisly remains of Isabella's lifeless body and the remnants of the machine that had taken her life
As the police investigated Isabella's death, they found her journals and notes about the bondage machine. They also viewed the footage of her cameras, showing a gruesome event that resembled the plot of a snuff film. They were horrified by the level of detail and planning that had gone into it. It became clear that Isabella had intended to use it for only a short session, to get a moderate mild whipping without leaving scars.
They noted the signs of agony and pain that had consumed her, etched into her skin and etched into the machine that had been her final undoing.
Her own twisted creation had turned on her, and she had paid the ultimate price for her obsession with pain and pleasure.
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Personals / Re: Chat about tight bondage
« Last post by Asphyx on March 25, 2024, 11:43:59 pm »
Mummification is great. Especially with plastic wrap. Ever tried a vacuum bag?
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Favorite Story Lists / Re: Too good to be true
« Last post by bentbliss on March 25, 2024, 08:41:45 pm »
If you want, you can always post directly to the story feedback at https://forum.grometsplaza.net/index.php?topic=9979.0. It would likely be more noticeable for the author to see and respond.
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BoundStories Website Stories Feedback / Re: The Chateau by Budman
« Last post by feline on March 25, 2024, 02:12:36 pm »
dengamle68, remember that a few parts back Heather was basically shutting down, becoming overly passive, not interacting.  She was just an isolated prisoner and sex object, nothing more.  This was causing problems, problems that were only going to get worse over time.  Which is why the iPad time came along, along with the exercise.  You have to decide what you want here, and having her as a functional prisoner and sex object is going to be a lot more satisfying, at least in my opinion.  I mean, what is the point of the electric shock and the blow job trainer if she is so far gone she doesn't respond, learn, or give satisfaction when you torment her?

Well, that's my thoughts and view on this anyway.


Turning to part 13, it felt like a while waiting for the next part, a sign that the story has hooked me.

Well, that isn't what I was expecting from Maggie.  She is being remarkably casual, almost casually cruel, about leaving Lucija locked in the cell, and certainly isn't showing any signs of searching out someone else to take care of her.  I do wonder how long she would have waited to remind someone that she was down there - not that she really needed to, already knowing that Heath had been keeping an eye on events with the cameras.

Then we get the strong contrast between her casual, almost dismissive attitude towards Lucija, and looking out for Heather, and suggesting her friend is rewarded above and beyond the normal.  That just drives home the different way she is treating and viewing these two women.  Then again, she is also showing a lot more insight and understanding of Lucija than others have shown, and getting Lucija more comfortable with everyone is actually a big and very important step here.

Down to the cell, and Lucija rushing to hide her nakedness actually makes Maggie's point for her rather well, when you think about it.

I am torn on Lucija knowing about the cameras, simply because it is both "obvious" that there is some form of monitoring required for the prison cell, but also they are such a normal and known thing now that no one is ever going to think to bring them up without a reason.  So I see it both ways, but yes, she never knew, and he knew that from the way she was acting on camera!

Evil and unfair teasing, but really good to see Heather stepping up and looking after Lucija!  Interesting to see more of Heather as a person, and a bit of personality from her for once.

I do feel torn about prodding Heather about being in conversation mode, and possibly punishing her for trying to defend and protect Lucija.  It seems right and proper that she should try to protect the "innocent and vulnerable" who is really rather out of her depth, but at the same time, Heather wants, needs and benefits from the strict structure of all of this.

Joining the stunned shocked crowd at watching Lucija call Tim to order like that!

Well... talk about ripping Tim a new one!

And then another jaw dropping moment, it's Sir to Heath, while basically "worm" to Tim...  she really is learning to embrace these different sides of her nature, and explore more of this world.

OH MY GOD!  There is Tim trying to help, to do something to protect his "princess", and he gets shot down again!  Glorious, and bloody hilarious!

I must say, it is nice to finally see Tim being put into his place, and stopped from being such an endless arse!

I do share Paula's amusement at Heath's sexual frustration at working with the naked 18 year old, but also applaud him for both sticking to his own rules for treating his employee properly, and for sticking to the relationship he has built, and is building, with Paula.

Overall I would call this a very amusing part, and it certainly moves the story along nicely.  Not really a sexy or erotic part for me, but we need this story progression to keep things going, and to explore things well and properly.

This does all leave me with one fairly major question though, what effect does Lucija so completely taking Tim in hand have on Tim's interactions with our prisoner Heather?  He still talks to her like a slut, putting and keeping her in her place, but beyond that, is Tim still making good and regular use of our prisoner slut as a sex object?  Or is that now off the table for him?  In one sense it doesn't matter, but I do find myself rather curious about this, since it is another very non standard relationship issue that Lucija is going to have to grapple with, with this entire group.
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« Last post by Boundgirl1 on March 25, 2024, 01:53:43 pm »
Corrected title: "If it Seems Too Good to be True" 
Great story.
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