It’s a relief to know that my chastity belt can recognize what’s going on, if belatedly, and I’m not in danger of literally crushing myself. Still, any idle fantasies I might have harbored about whispering, “The sky is red, water is dry” to myself in my room, just to see what it feels like to be comically well-endowed, evaporate within hours of bearing the curse. The smallest of fibs add up shockingly quickly. After just...

I pulled the ropes tight to secure my prey to her dinner table and smiled at her eyes of fury. How many times had the roles been reversed when I was helplessly bound at her mercy? How many times had she corrected my poor behaviour and left me horny, planning my next mischief? But not tonight; no, because tonight I was in charge, and she was my toy. She muttered something from behind her gag, a curse no doubt, though no on...

Ruby Oakley has been given an emergency housing transfer, and her status as a WCLK student is under official review. For the first time since I arrived on campus, I can lock my bedroom door and go to bed feeling safe. I’m sure to be assigned a new roommate soon, but as Nathan keeps reminding me whenever I get nervous about it, they’re practically guaranteed to be a step up. Our midterm project hasn’t officially been grade...

The gentle rays of the Sunday morning sun filtered through the emerald canopy of maple leaves. This particular day of the week held special significance for Major Elaine Garcia. It was a brief respite from her meticulously tailored blue Army Service Uniform that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin—from the crisp collar that teased her neck with its starched edges, to the form-fitting jacket that contrasted h...

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the football pitch. Twenty-two-year-old Zack's muscles burned from the intensity of the match, his jersey clinging to his sweat-drenched body. He was locked in, focused—until he glanced at the sidelines and saw her. Stephanie, his team mate's mom. And fuck, did she look good. She stood there, leaning casually against the fence, wearing the tightest pin...

We shall attend the Carnival Ball in full Venetian regalia. Sir will be wearing a light tuxedo with a simple half mask. I shall wear a sixteenth-century-style dress with a full Venetian mask. No part of my body, aside from heavily made up eyes, will be visible for the entire night. To be sure the mask would be comfortable, Sir had it custom made to exactly fit my features. It sits so close to my face that once tied into p...

Nathan Miranda and I lead Ruby from the dorms to the parking lot, and then halfway across town to a little suburb in the northern valley. Or rather, Oakley leads us there. Ruby stays on her trail at a careful distance, only occasionally catching up into visual range to confirm that it’s still Oakley we’re chasing. The watch is still with her. Whenever I worry that Ruby might be getting too scared to continue, she gives me...

Nathan “Please stop looking so glum, you two,” Professor Chicory tells us, tapping a stack of papers against her desk. “This happens all the time.” Professor Chicory’s personal office has a recessed floor, so that she can stand at her full eight-foot height at one side of her desk, and Ruby and I can sit at the other, with our faces level with hers. She looks strangely less intimidating this close up. Her centaur hooves c...

Grace’s heels clicked sharply on the polished floor, her commanding presence radiating through the room. Her tight black latex outfit gleamed under the soft lights, hugging every curve of her body in a way that made Luke’s breath hitch. The way her hips swayed, the way her chest strained against the material—it was intoxicating. Beside her, Max stood tall and composed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the crisp lines of...

“Pick a card, any card,” Miranda says, fanning out our deck of homemade flashcards in front of me. She’s used that same line so many times that I’m starting to wonder if she’s woven some subtle magic through it, to make this feel like a game instead of a grueling cram session. We’re sitting in the grass of the north quad at the Western College of Locks and Keys, testing the limits of a limitless pot of coffee and waiting...

Twenty-five-year-old American Jude walked through the crowded aisles of Comic-Con in Las Vegas, eyes wide with excitement. The atmosphere buzzed with energy—costumes everywhere, fans enthusiastically discussing their favorite shows, movies, and comics. His head turned from side to side as he admired the cosplay outfits, some spot-on, others hilariously creative. But Jude wasn’t just a casual attendee today—he was dressed...

Peter’s eyes fluttered open as the soft morning light filtered through the blinds, casting faint golden patterns across the room. His hand instinctively drifted down towards his waist, only to be met by the cold, unyielding steel of the chastity belt locked tightly around him. A wave of frustration mixed with helpless arousal washed over him as he felt the persistent pressure against his painfully hard cock. He longed for...

Tim was on the edge of insanity. Two months had passed since Rebecca locked him in chastity, and his torment felt endless. Every day was a living nightmare—his balls ached constantly, feeling impossibly heavy, and the constant, humiliating dribble from his caged cock reminded him of his desperate state. There was no relief in sight, only the knowledge that the woman who held the key to his release—his best friend’s older...

Anastasiya led Major Elaine Garcia to the control room outside her ward. In Ana's hand was a hermetic container holding The Catalyst—a phallus-shaped cylinder resembling a dildo—which she had just extracted from Elaine's vagina. The container in Ana's grip felt like an invisible leash, gently tugging at Elaine's delicate neck, compelling her to follow. Each click of Ana's high heels resonated seductively against the hardw...

It had been three weeks since Lucas had spent a tantalizing twenty-four hours as Klara’s rubber puppy, and he remained locked in the steel chastity belt she had placed on him. Every step he took sent a sharp ache through his balls, a constant reminder of how full and strained he felt. The steel belt pressed against him relentlessly, amplifying his frustration and desire. He was engulfed by an almost unbearable level of ho...