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BoundStories Website Stories Feedback / My Lady by Paultt
« Last post by teanndaorsa on March 31, 2024, 09:31:13 pm »
You can view the story here on the plaza:

https://www.boundstories.net/storieslr/my_lady.html
M+/f; mpov; bond; naked; straps; enclosed; transported; cuffs; collar; caught; urine; shackles; cell; chain; scolds-bridle; oral; cons; X

Please feel free to leave your kind comments and feedback about this story here.

Thanks  ;)
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Dollification Stories / Suppose there is fantasy world
« Last post by Bust on March 30, 2024, 07:50:08 pm »
Suppose in a world where a technology was invented where we can able to transformation ourselves our dick turn into pussy and chest into breast and remain into female but our mind is of our male version then snd then we can get our favourite mistress we imagine like I want to be fuck by tentacles slime or alien tentacles with the sent which Arouses the female body continuously and destroy my hole completely and we can make moaning and after that trapped me in the cocoon like cage for that time with continuous penetration with gag dildo in my mouth unable to say anything
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Trashcan Discussion / a little storie
« Last post by garbagebag on March 30, 2024, 01:26:08 pm »
Happy Easter to all,

A little story:

This Easter morning, when I wake up, I take a few seconds to come to my senses. Then I notice that I'm in a garbage bag and I'm tied up, my mouth taped like garbage. I also quickly smell a very strong smell around me, it's garbage. This is food waste, no doubt leftovers from last night.

I can't bury myself and I don't want to get out of this garbage bag anyway. I've dreamed about it so much. Then I see that the garbage bag is still open. I wonder how I got into that garbage bag. I don't remember anything. 

It takes me a few minutes to remember that last night I had a big party at home, I also remember that I drank a lot of alcohol. And then a big memory lapse, I don't know what I said or did that led me to be thrown in that garbage bag. Did I announce that my dream was to be here? Where did they get that huge garbage bag to put me in? Did they find my garbage bag collection? Did they search my house? Was I too talkative? A lot of questions are running through my head and I have no answers.

And then: whatever, I really like this new house. I take maximum pleasure in hearing the rustling of the garbage, of the garbage bag, in smelling this sweet food scent. I'm already thinking about next time. Now I think you can call me Mr. Garbage Bag. A name I'd be really happy to hear.

The garbage bag is pulled over me and I want to know where I am. So I headbutt the garbage bag so that the plastic that hides my vision falls off. After much effort, the top of the garbage bag folded in 2. I notice that I'm in my kitchen next to the door. The garbage bag is ready to be taken out. I also notice that before my friends left, they cleaned my kitchen perfectly. It's as if the party never happened.  It's just me and the trash bag I'm in in.

I can't see what time it is, because the time is behind my back. It seems like a very long time and I can't wait to see what happens next. All of a sudden I seem to hear noise upstairs, but I'm not so sure because my garbage bag itself makes noise when I swing with my butt in the middle of all this rubbish. I still don't know what's in my garbage bag. I can't see to the bottom of the bag. 

What will become of Mr. Garbage Bags? Can you give me some ideas? Or write a sequel...


 


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Links / Re: Giantess Stories & Blog by SolomonG
« Last post by SolomonG on March 30, 2024, 02:35:13 am »
Good morning everyone,

The latest blog post is a mainstream review which boldly grows where no man has grown before!

Mainstream Fare #11 – Star Trek: The Animated Series
https://thereshegrows.net/2024/03/27/mainstream-fare-11-star-trek-the-animated-series/

Respectfully,



SolomonG
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General Discussion / Re: A Fare To Remember by Marcus
« Last post by lizsub on March 29, 2024, 03:14:39 pm »
Dear Bentbliss,

Thank you so much for taking the time to respond to my question. 

Best regards,

lizsub
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Erotic Stories Website Feedback / Re: Playing Maid by Jackie Rabbit
« Last post by feline on March 29, 2024, 02:08:03 pm »
Took a few days, but there now :)

While I sort of remember where we are, off to re-read part 4 first...

Well, that was a bit of an emotional roller coaster!  So, lets see what is up next for this interesting collection of characters...

I am tempted to wonder at Alice being a little worse for wear, but it just means tired, nothing more being hinted at here I assume.  But probably also having been put through quite the emotional ringer, but yes, no empathy available at all here it seems...

Well, no, of course your friend didn't say no!  Look at what she finally got out of this, she sees this as a very valuable and expensive service, while you see your friend as a baby sitter.  Very different, but each in their own way valid perspectives on this situation with Alice.

Being so relaxed about moving home tells us a lot about how the past is hurting Jackie here, but also, it is good to see some recognition of the fact that you are asking, pushing, Jim to be responsible for himself and two others as well, decisions and plans need to be worked out here for all three, its not just him that he has to think about going forward.

Jackie seems quite settled in her own mind about what is going to happen.  Taking a week off work to make sure both maids know the layout of the house, have cleaned it and prepared it...  all of this speaks to and shows us again Jackie's own submissive nature at work, and is a good reminder of why she is actually proving to be a good fit for Jim, who needs someone suitably submissive to his dominant nature.

Travelling in your maids uniform, yep, trying to get you to view your fellow maid as an "equal" employee is going to be difficult, but steps are being taken to help you find the right head space, for this time at least.

Jim's hatred of a large vehicle that so many would envy and desire is very interesting, and suggests that there was a lot more "compromise" in his previous life than he really wanted or was happy about.

Well, it turns out the comments about her maid outfit being a bit sexy were more than just the maid being hot, its specifically designed to put you on show and make you a sexual object, while also clearly one there to do a job.  No shock that Jim approves of this look *smirk*

The looks on the way to the bathroom, a reminder of how both are dressed, presented, and thus viewed and treated.  And yes, one hell of a surprise and shock to the system for Alice, but at the same time just the latest in a long line of shocks and surprises.

Ah, that is the lie you are obsessing about.  One can debate and discuss the nature and size of lies, and this lie of omission is smaller than other lies, but given that Jim does know that you and Sheila demonstrated the bondage bed, and its clear which of you two would have been the one tied up, he must have some views and suspicions of what happened, and who knows what, if anything, he has heard from Sheila as well...  still, one can certainly argue that you should have come clean and told him yourself before now!

I do wonder what Jim is thinking with the comment, perhaps joking comment, about leaving the two maids behind to help Sheila care for her rather massive house!  Or is he just slipping into the right mindset for playing the loving husband with Sheila, even though that is quite firmly in the past?

Watching Jackie find herself so lacking in the face of Sheila, I am again reminded that Jackie really needs to compare herself to what Jim actually looks for and wants in a woman, and not comparing herself to what Jackie has decided a man must want...  after all, we have plenty of evidence that you are actually a much better fit for what he is looking for in a woman, but we have to get to the point of you seeing and accepting this.

Why should you ask yourself if it will continue like this?  You are making it clear to Jim, and also to Sheila, that you like and enjoy a more submissive roll, but that doesn't have to mean bottom of the pack now does it?

The subtle meaning in the greetings Sheila delivers are well done, and nicely noted.  But the room allocation though, it does seem that Sheila is still QUITE cross with Jackie over how things worked out!

Well, spankings are available if any of the maids need any extra motivation, and Jim is more than comfortable with this!  An interesting addition to the evolving dynamics of all of this.

I really cannot help wondering just how "fake" these contracts are.  A fair bit of work seems to have gone into them, even if they are clearly, deliberately and overtly one sided and quite unfair.  But, then again, that is rather the point of all of this isn't it?

Resisting powerful people...  good luck with that!

Found out instantly, but yes, you hardly have the hands, or the interaction, of a "common maid".

James is a very interesting, and clearly very perceptive, person!  My thoughts are that you need to be fairly honest here, you are going to be around him for the next week, in a very vulnerable position, and you would do well to have him as a friend, and not as an enemy, or even just neutral and suspicious!

The contract is as real as it needs to be...  now that is an interestingly vague answer, and I suspect that the result is that it is real in the sense that you will be expected to live by it, and given the dynamics at work, you are not in any position to challenge or try to get around it.  Still, it was done in a very real and professional feeling and seeming way...  definitely setting the tone.  Plus Jackie has made it clear to James that she expects to be put quite fully through her paces here!

Watching the conversation as James has returned, the way he seems to hold all the power, it seems Jackie has forgotten she not long ago told him that she has placed herself here, deliberately, to be put through her paces, to atone for her sins, and basically to be punished, since she feels that this is important to her.  Plus, for all the careful wording, you are clearly trying to hide some things from James, and it seems he is quite well aware of this!

I really do find myself warming, a lot, to James, he is trying to find a good way forward here, and offering to treat Jackie as his least favourite, so basically badly, well, this is what she has just finished asking for, isn't it?

*rolls eyes* of course James is likely to turn you over to someone else, you are coming in as unskilled work, and he has better things to do than teach you everything from scratch.  Plus you have just thanked him for offering to treat you "badly"...  do try to keep up! :)

You may well have the management experience to be his near equal, but I very much doubt you have the experience in running a large house like this, or doing his job.  Not sure how well the skill sets will overlap, and that wasn't what you signed up for, or came looking for either, is it now?

Off to look up "puta", ah, Spanish for whore.  I guessed it was something in that direction, but it seemed useful to actually check and not just guess from context.  Well, you are dressed in a more sexed up manor, so you will stand out and apart from the other maids, and it must have been done for a reason...  so it will be interesting to see how this plays out over time!

ROFL, oh my god, that is glorious!  Alice is off limits, but Jackie has just been handed over to the other two maids to take in hand, and clearly James is actively encouraging them!  Well, as you have already noted, you do need to be careful what you wish for...  *smirk*

Well, people often enjoy being given power over others, especially if they think the others have been getting more than they deserve by unfair means.  After all, Jackie has turned up dressed to suggest she is using her body and sexy ways to get out of honest work.  Also yes, it is important to keep you away from Jim, we really don't need any issues there during this week, a week that may well feel like a long week indeed.

Now that is interesting, the evening meal, Alice is stepping forward to try and help and support Jackie, but James is making sure she gets the "full experience".  A good way of showing the other staff that there is no special treatment, well, no nice special treatment, for Jackie and her sexy looks!

Interesting that Sheila explains that physical punishment needs to be looming in the wings to avoid suspicion, this is an unusual household, but it fits with your needs.  Still, nothing about Sheila being the "head" of such a household, and everything we have seen of her, fits well with her becoming the submissive woman that Jim seems to need in his life.  So again, its about finding the right woman for Jim, for the right reasons!

Well, the contract was official then, in all the ways that matter, since the maid service is a real thing, and Alice has secured long term employment.  I do wonder if Alice signed the same contract as Jackie...  not that it really matters.  But clearly, even if each for their own reasons, both Jim and Sheila are more than eager to put Jackie into her place, keep her there, and really and firmly put her through her paces!
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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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