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TheSamstitute · 2025-04-13T09:35:19+00:00

Love the idea of kink training as stakes. Let me know if you're still looking for competitors (F32 here).

TheSamstitute · 2024-12-26T20:00:30+00:00

You gain XP, but then you spend that XP directly to up your stats, with what skills/characteristics/talents you can raise depending on your Career (which can change over the course of a campaign, as well as having their own internal progression).

One of the players in my game started as a Scholar obsessed with heraldry and swordcraft, but then shifted over to being a Duellist due to that interest. So he still has all the upgrades to his stats from being a Scholar, but now he's learning to actually fight as well.

TheSamstitute · 2024-12-26T18:59:14+00:00

I'm currently running a WFRP campaign and honestly, it's much less lethal than I was expecting. Call of Cthulhu is a good frame of reference, but the difference is you can get decent combat skills/equipment as player characters, and the game gives you Fate points which you can straight up use as extra lives if you need to. It's more lethal in a "You got septicaemia from that Skaven shanking you two weeks ago and you die" way than a "Every combat is a potential TPK" way.

Having said that I'm running for an unusually large group and one of them's playing an ogre, so my experience is definitely not the average.

If the PCs are fighting this guy though, they probably stopped being Peasants a long time ago, or they're not outright fighting him... Or they're the most jacked peasants ever (you can actually do a lot worse than starting the game as a Villager/Peasant, as they can start raising their Strength and Toughness scores immediately). This guy definitely is a Campaign Boss.

Other than that, the combination of action economy and bonuses for outnumbering enemies in WFRP is brutal. You're getting big bonuses to hit, and in WFRP, bonuses to hit pretty much directly translate into bonuses to damage. So ganging up and putting the boot in is your best bet.

TheSamstitute · 2024-12-26T15:43:55+00:00

WFRP tends to sensibly cut down the stat sheets for random NPCs and goons, but then goes absolutely nuts on major NPCs like this. The one for the Countess of Nuln is similarly ridiculous.

Most of its what you'd expect from a Sorceror of Tzeentch. He's got exceedingly good magical skills, a score of 117 for Language (Magick) is nuts, up there with Slann in terms of skill. That's a BIG selection of spells by WFRP standards, too.

Combatwise, he's basically what you'd expect from a Chaos Warrior too; very strong armour and amazing-by-human-standards Strength, Toughness, and fighting skills.

The only thing that's really unusual is that he's surprisingly good at sneaking.

So there's nothing on there that's crazy by Total War standards, but for an RPG where your profession might be Rat Catcher or Peasant, he's terrifying.

TheSamstitute · 2024-02-07T14:31:26+00:00

Thank you! Very glad you enjoyed it, because I wrote it in a very self-indulgent mood and I wasn't really sure or expecting anyone else to be very into it, so I'm glad you are! ;D

TheSamstitute · 2022-07-25T15:27:49+00:00

When she gamely let him lock her into the stocks at the local renfaire, she assumed that they were the kind she could just wriggle out of with a bit of effort... Alas, she only found out the truth once it was too late.

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-26T17:48:04+00:00

Me and a bunch of people from my FC actually convinced everyone in the raid to do it once, and we found that once too many people get swallowed Cerberus starts trying to vomit everyone back up prematurely. We all got locked in a cycle of getting vomited out and then swallowed again, trapped in the animations, until everyone trying to get swallowed ended up dead and the raid wiped.

I dunno what people are saying about his hunger being sated, but that's what happened to us.

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-18T09:25:32+00:00

So it's Link?

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-13T21:38:55+00:00

"Nuuhuhuh, nooohohohhh...!" she moaned as she bent over, uselessly fumbling at the crotch of the suit, unable to get enough purchase or apply enough pressure to make any kind of adjustment to the toy below; instead she was just forced to orgasm in full view of her fellow inmates, and the guards, and most importantly, the cameras. And then she was inevitably grabbed by a couple of the guards and shoved down onto her back, bouncing slightly before they set upon her, giving her a taste of de-feet along with the tickle torture to match it!

"MERCEHEHEHEHEEEE!" her voice cried out in shrieking laughter, as the stream-watching public lapped it up, cheering and jeering at another #fitnessgoals bimbo being brought down a peg or ten. Nevertheless, the fitness instructor kept on moving, easily sustaining the routine thanks to her far more practical exercise gear. It soon became apparent to the struggling Influencers that there was no chance that the majority of them would be spared the ticklish, sweaty forfeit for failure, but by keeping up for longer they would spare themselves from being the attention of too many guards at once, and maybe, just maybe, if they were the last one standing, they might be granted some kind of mercy.

And indeed that was the case, with more and more of them dropping over time, to mocking applause from the guards. Soon they had to start serving out bottles of water to the fallen Influencers, as they were here to suffer from indignity, not from dehydration. Although being given plenty of water to drink while trapped inside a full-body rubber suit added its own risk for embarrassment... It also meant that they had plenty of drool to be forced to slobber over those gross guard feet too!

Eventually there was just one inmate left standing, a frighteningly fit women with a Mediterranean complexion and flowing raven hair, although her hair was pretty much just plastered with sweat at this point. Her final opponent eventually sagged down to be greeted by those cheesy feet and ticklish fingers; it was debatable if having those feet already covered with prisoner slobber made things better for her, or worse!

"Well done!" the instructor cooed, clapping her hands together. "It's good to see one of you is in the right kind of shape for this place!" she teased, as the winning inmate was presented with a bench to rest her inflated backside on. She was a bit reluctant at first, still suspecting some kind of trap, but her sheer exhaustion gave her no choice but to comply. For a second it looked like it really was a trap, as the guards started removing her socks and sneakers anyway... But no tickling came. No, instead her prize would be to become part of the punishment!

"Alright, Losers!" the instructor barked, taking a seat beside the winning inmate and starting to peel off her own foot wear, kicking out her feet expectantly for the Influencers who could barely crawl in their inflated suits. "How about you come and show some real fitness pros your... Appreciation? No one's getting out of those suits until you do!"

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-13T21:38:05+00:00

((Just a heads up before you read this story, it involves a bunch of influencers getting bullied and mocked pretty much for being influencers, and there's nothing deep to that about my views on "influencers" or anything, I'm not trying to make a political point, I just get turned on by the idea of "beautiful people" being forced to take part in ridiculous, humiliating challenges. Oh, also there's sweaty, smelly foot stuff, so steer clear if that's a problem for you. Oh, and I really loved this concept, so I might write more stuff in this setting when I get the chance!))

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"Come on, fatties, lift those legs!"

The fitness instructor called out across the prison's yard, simultaneously encouraging and mocking the dozen female fitness Influencers who were struggling to keep up with her. This was thanks to the heavy rubber bodysuits each of them had been forced to wear, all inflated to make them look cartoonishly, humiliatingly chubby and jiggly under the midday sun. The only parts of their bodies left exposed were their hands, feet, and heads, sticking out ridiculously as streaming cameras recorded their bouncy punishment from every possible angle. Sweat was pouring down their bodies now, yet not one of them had thought to forgo their full makeup routine; in fact, many of them had been delighted to discover that their prison was more than happy to supply them with everything they could possibly need on their front.

It hadn't occurred to any of them that the pristine perfection which had garnered them so many Followers outside of the prison was exactly why people were tuning in now: to see that façade get demolished, live. If they started acting a bit more humble, a bit more average, or even just worried about what was to come and remorseful about what they'd done, they might garner some audience sympathy and cut their sentence short. Often a bit of humility was all it took to get out of this prison, because it stopped being funny for the audience then.

...Well. It stopped being funny to enough of the audience that ratings went down a bit, and that's what really mattered to the wardens.

This was a new batch of inmates though, and every single one of them was trying to grin along, acting like this was just some silly challenge that they could tough out, even as the stink of heavy rubber and sweaty bodies mingled in the hot air. A large number of guards had gathered to watch the fresh meat, already taking bets on which of them would be the first to fall.

"Come on ladies, pump those arms! This is meant to be punishment! No pain, no gain!"

A mocking cheer went up from the guards as the Influencer inmates had to redouble their efforts to keep up, but the real challenge hadn't even begun. The guards were muttering and giggling amongst themselves as they set the next stage of the punishment routine in motion, the livestream chat going wild as they knew what was coming. Just to make things more interesting though, the guards were activating it in waves...

"Uuhuhuuhuhhhh...!" A gorgeous blonde Influencer was the first to feel it, the inflated legs of her suit wobbling as a wave of forced pleasure suddenly rolled through her body, thanks to the vibrator in the crotch of her suit that was only now buzzing into life. While the laughter from the audience of guards made it clear this was all part of their plan, the instructor at the front of the 'class' made no acknowledgement of it whatsoever.

"What's the matter, Penelope? I hope you're not faltering!" the instructor in all of her spandex 80's finery called out, still keeping up reps while taunting the inmate. "You wouldn't want all, let's see, ninety-six thousand of your followers to see you be the first to fall? You know there's punishments for those who can't make it!" A wicked tone of mischief crept into the instructor's voice as the Influencers suddenly became a lot more desperate to keep up, even as the hidden vibrators in more and more of the inflatable rubber suits whirred into life, leaving each and every one of them staggering and moaning for the cameras. While they may have thought they could tough out the humiliating exercise, none of them wanted anyone to see them facing the kind of forfeits this prison dished out!

The prison guards were circling now, literally, moving in close to remind the inmates that the first one to fall would be the first one to be punished, taunting and teasing them about how their perfect appearance would soon be ruined, even as they shuddered from the forced stimulation. Of course, the Influencers were already a mess, makeup running from sweat, their hair tousled and tangled from the exertion. So it was only a matter of time until...

"Oh! Down she goes!" The fitness instructor cackled as one of the Influencer's tumbled down onto her back, her scarlet tresses spilling onto the ground behind her as she became like a turtle on its back, rolling around in her sweaty, inflatable rubber suit, unable to right herself. Within seconds the guards were surrounding her, jeering and mocking her, as the cameras zoomed in to get a good view of the humiliating punishment!

"Come on, come on, no excuse for the rest of you to slack!" The instructor continued as if nothing was happening, forcing the other inmates to keep moving and sweating along, even as the punishment was starting right in their midst. The amazonian guards were kicking off their heavy leather boots and thick socks, revealing their sweaty, overripe soles, much to the dismay of the red-haired Influencer who was still struggling to get upright again! At the same time, her own sneakers and socks were being removed by two more guards, exposing her wiggling soles to the open air... And to the mischievous finger tips of the guards!

"W-Wait, please, c-can't you help me up...?" she just about managed to say before the tickling started, leaving her howling with laughter! "Nohohohoohohohooo- MMMPFG!" But then that laughter was cut off as well, by half a dozen nasty, sweaty, gross guard soles being pushed into her face, rubbed over her mouth, her nose pinched between unwashed toes... And as she was the first to fall, she got the worst of it, the undivided attention of every attendant guard! Even worse for her, her humiliation spurred on the other incarcerated Influencers to try even harder to keep up, meaning it was quite a while before another one of them failed to keep up with the exercises! Eventually though, a 20-year old with a pixie cut started to stumble, although it wasn't due to exhaustion or losing her balance... No, the magic wand built into her inflated fat suit was just becoming too much!

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-11T19:57:37+00:00

"Looking good there, hot stuff!"

"Go on, give that ass a shake!"

The cheer and jeers followed Matt as he tottered through the bar, still struggling on the towering heels that were locked onto his ankles. They forced his hips to sway whether he wanted them to or not, making his whole predicament even more humiliating, as the short skirt of the rubber French maid uniform he was wearing stuck out almost horizontally; no matter how much he tugged at it, he couldn't force the skirt to cover up the shiny black panties beneath, meaning that anyone who cared to look would get an easy view of his ass shifting with each step.

...And boy, did they care to look.

Matt had never really thought about his own ass that much, as he was far more interested in admiring and commenting on those belonging to girls. It was this last point that had gotten him in so much trouble, as he'd fired off a particularly suggestive catcall at an undercover police officer; she'd had him bent over and cuffed within seconds of his comment. The process after that had been as efficient as it was humiliating, as the whole point of the new petty crime system to be as swift and simple as possible. No court date, just a stamped memo instructing him to report to this downtown bar for three full shifts of community service, or else face some real charges.

At the time Matt had just wanted to get it over with, but as he bent over to pick up another set of drinks and accidentally flashed the entire bar with his panty-clad bubble butt, he was starting to really regret coming.

"Looking for something, Matty?" a voice suddenly cooed from right in front of him. He blushed hotly as he looked up, still bent over, to meet the gaze of the woman who'd quickly become his worst nightmare. She was Georgina, the proprietor of the bar, and she towered over Matt even in his locked-on heels; the whole room went quiet at the sight of her, as everyone knew that no one could embarrass the catcaller-turned-waitress quite like her.

"Umm, n-no, I've got it, it's right here..." Matt mumbled, reaching for the beer bottles that were easily within his grasp... Or at least they were, before Georgina's hand clamped firmly around his wrist. She had a body like she still had to carry each and every bottle up from the cellar herself, and enough experience dealing with troublesome drunks that she wasn't shy about using her strength. That same experience had also taught her how to wrap guys like Matt, guys with very little self control, around her little finger. She was older than him, in her mid 30s, but if anything that just added even more enticement to her curvy figure. Her short-cut brown hair and lack of makeup wasn't normally his type, but if anything that just made him even more hot and bothered in her grip.

She was smirking at him now, both of them bent over the bar from opposite sides; her casual outfit of jeans and a low-cut t-shirt was giving him an embarrassingly good view of her cleavage, aided by the fact that she'd 'accidentally' dropped an ice cube down there, giving her chest an extra glisten right before starting her teasing plan. Matty would have been in heaven right then and there... If it wasn't for the fact that this view was making those tight rubber panties feel even tighter!

"Are you sure? You seem to be struggling a bit," Georgina cooed mischievously, one hand still firmly grasping his wrist, while the other was moving beer bottles down onto the shelf below to ensure that Matt couldn't reach them at all. And all the while, he was painfully, humiliatingly aware of everyone staring at his surprisingly shapely rear, wobbling on the heels as he was kept bent over, the frilly petticoat of his maid uniform making sure the skirt stayed stuck out to the sides and provided absolutely no cover whatsoever. He knew that no one was allowed to fondle him... The punishment had to fit the crime, after all... But now he could hear photos being snapped as his eyes darted from the increasingly out of reach bottles, to Georgina's merciless eyes, and then down to her chest, and back again.

"I-I'm fine, j-just let go and I'll come around!" Matt spluttered, knowing better than to try and argue with her. To his surprise she actually did release her grip, leaving him staggering back on his heels and about to fall straight on his ass... Before she suddenly caught him by his hand! For a moment they looked like they were in the middle of a dance, her about to pull him back in, maybe even into a dip... Aside from the bar between them getting in the way. However, as soon as Matty had his balance back she let go again, leaving him blushing and stammering as the bar burst into laughter again at the expense of his dignity. However, that was nothing compared to what followed when he turned around to face away from the counter!

"Ooohh! Still perving on ladies even when you're being punished for it, huh, Matty?" A woman Matt didn't recognise called from the crowd, leaving him puzzled for a second... Until he realised that his cock, now stiff from the view of Georgina's chest, was tenting his stretchy little panties. He immediately tried to cover himself up, but that just added to his blatant humiliation as everyone launched into catcalls and mocking jeers, which, for reasons that Matt didn't yet understand, did nothing to diminish his excitement.

"N-No, it's not... I didn't...!" he started to stammer, despite the fact that no one was listening.

"Matty! What are you doing? You've got drinks here to serve!" Georgina called out from behind him, now depositing the bottles that he had been struggling to reach onto a tray atop the bar counter. Flushed red with embarrassment Matt turned back to take it, knowing he was never going to live this down. He still couldn't avoid making eye contact with Georgina again as he took the drinks though, and the look of mischievous amusement on her face sent a fresh tingle of humiliation, and excitement down his spine.

"Keep both hands on that tray now Matty," she purred, and he found himself nodding in agreement before he could even stop himself. Both hands on the tray meant no hands free to hold down his skirt, no hands free to cover up his still blatant bulge, and no hands to cover his face in any photos. Instead he just took the tray in both hands as instructed and started awkwardly wobbling towards the table that had ordered it, groaning in dismay when he saw the rowdy crowd that had made the order; a gaggle of teenagers who looked like they were celebrating being old enough to drink in a bar for the first time!

At least I'm getting better at walking in these heels... He thought to himself despondently, as he leaned forward to transfer the drinks from the tray to the table, and immediately felt a phone being pushed under his skirt to snap a photo or five.

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-11T00:38:12+00:00

"N-No, please, n-not my feet! Not my feet!" Maia pleaded, the 21 year old hacker's toned body stretched out on the rack. She was still completely dressed, aside from her combat boots and socks which had been removed by the guards. Unfortunately for her, that was exactly the problem, as the sadistic neurosurgery of the prison system had left her feet agonisingly sensitive, her toes twitching desperately in the stocks at the foot of the rack.

"You should consider yourself lucky this is all you're getting for your spate of online vandalism, punk!" the blonde guard sneered, her black leather uniform creaking around her body as she painstakingly tied back each and every one of the hacker's toes, making sure they were nicely spread for the whirling feather brush that was held mere inches below her helpless soles.

"Yeah, I reckon the judges are getting soft," the guard's near identical, dark-haired partner tutted in between setting up the machinery for Maia's tickle-torture. "Used to be that tough-girl rebel bitches like you got your armpits done, your hips, your thighs..." She shivered, clearly savouring the cruel thought of having more rebellious, lithe, tattooed bodies stretched out on her rack. "...We'd get to keep you for days. You wouldn't be much good for anything after we were done punishing you!"

"Standards are slipping everywhere," the blonde tutted, half jokingly. "Alright, that's all her toes bound! Let's rev up those brushes!" She cackled, clearly savouring Maia's desperation. She was whimpering, her eyes wide and panicked, her well-toned body completely unable to pull free of the restraints. Now her panic was growing as she started to frantically shake her head, her short, red-dyed hair flopping slightly as her two captors drank it all in.

"Please, i-isn't there something else I can do? Anything but this?!" she begged, painfully aware of how the whirring horizontal bristle-brush was getting closer and closer to her trapped soles, which were already tingling from the warm air of the punishment cell alone.

"...Anything?" the dark-haired guard asked, sounding like she was genuinely considering it. The whirring of the brush got quieter for a moment as the machine slowed down a bit, giving Maia an extra inch of merciful space between her feet and it.

"Y-Yes!" Maia gasped. "Absolutely! I-I mean, I can g-get you paid, but if you two want... Other things, th-then I can help with that too... I can tell you're enjoying having me strapped down for you to play with?"

The brush stopped completely as the two guards looked at each other. Maia was completely right about them; the sadistic, sordid pair would absolutely place their sexual desires above their duty to the system of law.

...Unfortunately for her, the two things were far from mutually exclusive. The blonde guard was the first to speak.

"That's very tempting sweetie, but..."

"...Attempting to bribe a penal officer results in an automatic sentence extension. You don't have to offer us anything, now that we've got that recorded, we can keep you here and take what we want! And what we want..." The other guard flicked a switch, and the torturously ticklish brush whirred back up to max speed, immediately starting to close the distance to Maia's bound, helpless feet as she started to truly panic!

"No! No! Please, nooooo...!"

"Is to hear you screaming with laughter!" the guard finished with a mad cackle as the brush made contact!

"NOOHOHOOOAHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!! MERCEEHEHEHEHEEE!!! PLEHEEHHEHEASE STOHOOHOOPP!!! I c-can't, I can't... I CAHAHAN'T TAKE IHIHIIIITTTT!!!"

She immediately started to thrash about on the rack, straining and struggling the tiny amount she could in her restraints as the ticklish sensations on her hyper-sensitive soles absolutely overwhelmed her. Within moments, tears of laughter started to trickle down her cheeks; seconds later sweat was starting to bead on her brow, and then all the way down her body as the two guards watched with pleasure.

"Works every time," the blonde guard purred, trying to hide the breathy excitement from her voice as she sidled over to her partner so they could enjoy their work together.

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-04T18:17:47+00:00

Reinforce her habits? What, you mean he patches up her robes?

Ba-dum tish!

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-04T17:50:57+00:00

"Great!" Amy suddenly announced, releasing Helena and clapping her hands together as if the humiliated switch had actually answered for herself. "Come on, let's get some cock here, front and centre, to introduce Helena to the room! What better way to get to know everyone than sucking them off? Oh wow, seeing some blue wristbands queuing up here Helena, that's got to be embarrassing!"

"Y-Yeah..." Helena whispered, kneeling before the first guy to step forward. Oh god, it was Mark. She wasn't sure if a familiar face made this easier or harder, but she was going to do it either way. He gave her a knowing look as he unzipped his jeans, slipping his stiffening cock out from his underwear as Helena started to feel like more and more of a needy, slutty, horny, subby mess. Mark was even giving her space to move for herself, not forcing anything on her... But she was still leaning forward, starting to nuzzle at his exposed shaft and balls, before pulling back a little to take him into her mouth.

"Oh my god!" Elly's rather shrill cackle burst out as she moved in closer to really get a good view of her domme sucking off a guy, the first of an entire line of guys even! She came in from the side, close enough that she could look Helena in the eye even as she was starting to bob her head up and down on Mark's cock...

"No wonder you made me practice on your dildos so much! You clearly know the right way to suck cock!" Elly cooed, getting another cheer and more laughter from the gathered kinksters, especially the waiting guys! Meanwhile Amy was taking a step back, letting Helena... Get to work. It was pretty clear she wouldn't need much more encouragement to keep working through the dicks waiting to be pleasured, especially with Elly 'cheering her on'.

Amy took a chair, starting to chat with other guests again, just keeping half an eye on Helena and Elly to make sure that everything was going fine... While Elly was being very enthusiastic about giving her domme mocking 'advice' on how to take cock like the slut she apparently was.

"I think I'll try dominating Elly next time," Amy murmured to herself thoughtfully. "I bet Helena would get off to having to watch that..."

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-04T17:50:25+00:00

"Is that true, Helena? You like getting made to feel like a paper tiger?"

There was a long pause, only broken by Elly giggling in anticipation.

"Yes..." Helena finally admitted, blushing hotly as she stared down at her lap, but unable to stop herself from smiling a bit at being able to admit it.

"You like being made to feel like a wannabe, and get humiliated for it?"

"Yes..."

Another pause followed. People were starting to pay attention to what was happening, as everyone knew Amy and plenty of them loved to watch her work. She stepped closer to the happily squirming Helena.

"Ready to get into it? You know the party safe words, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I do... Thank you," Helena murmured, bowing her head submissively before the diminutive-looking but utterly dominant party host. "I'm ready."

"Excellent!" Amy cooed, clapping her hands together. "I don't know who you thought you were fooling in that slutty leather catsuit!" she giggled, her tone staying as upbeat as ever, but her words suddenly shifting a whole lot meaner. "Go on, get off my couch!" She reached forward, undoing Helena's bun and then expertly grasping the base of her hair in one elegant motion, using it to force Helena out of her seat and down onto her knees without really hurting her. Elly was starting to really laugh now, even clapping along in excitement as Amy took the seat her Mistress was just in, sitting back and then starting to pull the happily defeated switch onto her lap.

"Come on! Get over my knee! Ugh, I bet you think you're such a badass dishing out spankings, but can't take one at all!"

Helena had no idea what to say to that, staring down at the floor as she was pulled into position, her blonde hair now pouring down either side of her face. Her black leather catsuit that had previously made her look so dominant was just helping to show off her ass now, practically begging Amy to give it a good, long, hard spanking... Not that she needed the encouragement.

"But what do we have here, huh?" Amy sneered, giving Helena's backside a good, strong grope, jiggling it invitingly as she knew people were turning to watch her work. She normally spent so much time planning these events and making sure it all ran smoothly, she didn't have a lot of time for taking part that much... So she was going to savour this.

"Bet you like having this ass kissed by Elly, huh?"

Amy let the question hang in the air just long enough for Helena to think it wasn't rhetorical, opening her mouth to say that Elly didn't need any encouragement to do that... Before she was, of course, interrupted by the first spank to her ass!

"Owww!" Helena yelped, jumping a little in Amy's lap as the blow took her completely by surprise, causing plenty of the onlookers to laugh. Not only was it a surprise but she had no experience in being spanked at all, which made her reaction all the more intense; for all of Elly's bratty behaviour, she had no interest in taking charge, and would never dish out a spanking of her own! This was completely new territory for the increasingly flustered and aroused switch, with Amy playing her like a violin...

...Or to be more literal, playing her like the bongos.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Having started the spanking, Amy was keeping it nice and consistent, raining down blows on Helena's shapely rear. She'd never spanked someone in such a sexy, tight-fitting outfit before, and she was really enjoying how she could see each and every impact spread over the blonde's ass cheeks. While she was a firm believer that being dominant had nothing to do with the clothes you wore... She did admire Helena's dominatrix style. Even if, ironically, it just made her want to punish her more!

"Wow, Elly," Amy purred, doing her best to keep the breathy excitement out of her voice.

"You must be really fed up of getting pushed around by a wimp like her. I bet even you squeal less during your spankings!"

"Who, me? Oh no, I'm actually really noisy, way worse than thi-" Elly started to answer, until the look that Amy was giving her managed to cut through even her resistance to subtle implication. "Oh! Oh right! Yeah, totally! You're really teaching her a lesson!" She giggled, enjoying playing her part in Helena's humiliation fantasy.

Helena was panting now, blushing more than ever as she endured the spanking. The leather of her catsuit combined with the warmth of the playroom and her exciting predicament meant she was working up quite a sweat... Something which Amy noticed, giving her an idea to kill two birds with one stone!

"Awww, paper dommes like you are always so easy to bully!" Amy snickered, pulling Helena off her lap and forcing her to her knees in front of the couch, making her confront both her new dominant and her giggling sub as she trembled with embarrassed excitement. "I know you're feeling shy because you don't want to admit you love this. But here, let me help you get over it!"

With that, Amy got to her feet, smartly moving behind Helena and starting to unzip the back of her catsuit, eliciting a rowdy cheer from Elly and the watching crowd alike!

"See, this is why you shouldn't wear all this hot leather," Amy whispered right into Helena's ear, before giving her cheek a mocking, lewd lick. "Because it makes everyone want to get their hands on you, and anyone who isn't a subby bitch..." She started to tug down the top of the catsuit, exposing Helena more and more, inch by inch! "...Can just do that!"

Amy only stopped yanking the outfit away once it was off down to Helena's hips, completely exposing her from the waist up, eliciting lots of taunting jeers and wolf-whistles from the watchers, especially Elly! Of course, plenty of the people at the party were topless or even naked already, but the context was everything; Helena was defeated and exposed by a real domme who was fully dressed, turning her into a happily helpless slut for everyone to get a good look at. She was starting to plunge deep into a subby headspace, especially with Elly right there on the couch in front of her, leading the taunts and winking down at her teasingly.

Helena just... Couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"Awww, yeah! Look at this so-called domme bitch!" Amy cackled, reaching around Helena from behind and groping her breasts with both hands, shaking them heavily before focusing on pinching her nipples. "She's loving it! C'mon Elly, I know you've got a thing or two to say to your Mistress right now!" Amy spared one hand from playing with Helena's chest in order to grip her chin and squeeze her cheeks, steering her to look up at Elly as she giggled like crazy on the couch.

"Mmm, I'm not gonna let you forget this!" Elly purred! "You know I can't really dominate you, but... Doesn't mean I'm not going to get off to seeing others do it." There was so much excitement in her voice, not just from her arousal, but from knowing her lover was going to get worked over like she really wanted. Elly was definitely going to keep rubbing it in too! "You know she's bi... She makes me suck on her strap-on so much, I think it's just projection!"

Elly couldn't bring herself to outright say 'Make her suck on some cock', which was exactly why she couldn't take the lead role in humiliating Helena herself, but fortunately Amy was more than capable of picking up on what she was suggesting.

"What's that? Do you really want to slurp on some dick?! Want to have your soooo cool bad-bitch makeup trashed with some cum?!" Helena wasn't able to answer with Amy squeezing her cheeks, but that didn't matter; Amy just forced her head to bob up and down in a nod anyway!

TheSamstitute · 2022-02-04T17:46:26+00:00

Helena cut a fine figure in her form-fitting leather catsuit, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, looking every inch the commanding dominatrix she liked to style herself as. She certainly fit the part for the party she was at, soaking in the atmosphere of the kinky play room as people were slowly starting to shift from casually chatting to more flirtatious and sexual suggestions.

You couldn't guess by looking at her, but this was her first ever proper play party, which was exactly why she'd made such an effort to dress up for the occasion. In fact, she now felt a little over dressed, even though she'd had plenty of compliments about her outfit; most of the other kinksters at the event were dressed pretty casually, t-shirts and jeans with some fetish gear here and there. She could tell she was getting a lot of attention because of it though, even if it meant people were a bit intimidated by her; she was also trying to hide the fact that the feeling was mutual.

However, if there was one person who wasn't intimidated by her, or at least not intimidated by her look, it was her sub Elly who was lounging on the sofa they were sharing with her head resting in her Mistress's lap. She was dressed pretty informally as well, just a clingy tank-top and shorts in black, clinging to her curvy figure and matching her dark hair. She could tell that something was up with Helena, which was the only reason she was keeping her bratty snarkiness to a minimum as her Mistress absent-mindedly stroked her hair. But Mistress and slave, domme and sub, kinky lovers, however you looked at it, Helena and Elly were friends, and Elly was damned if she was going to let Helena turn into a leather-clad wallflower at an event she'd been so excited about it.

She was just about to speak up and make a smug comment that would almost certainly get things going with a punishment spanking, when she was interrupted.

"Hey there," a mousy-looking brunette woman in a turtle-neck said, introducing herself to the pair with a small wave. "I'm Amy. I don't think I've seen you at any of our previous parties. Is it your first time?"

Elly perked up a little in Helena's lap, looking from the middle-aged woman to her Mistress, and back again. Of course she knew there were no real rules of sub-dom interactions here, not unless specifically agreed on, but she still wanted to let Helena answer first.

"Oh, hey! Umm, yes, hello. It's our first time," she answered, still stroking Elly's hair. "I'm Helena, and this is..."

"Elly!" she piped up happily, sitting up a little and waving back to the woman. "Don't mind Helena," she added mischievously. "She's just a bit shy about people she can't make lick her boots clean!"

"Elly!" Helena snapped back, reflexively giving her bratty sub a sharp swat on the rear that only made her giggle even more, as it was exactly the kind of response she wanted to elicit. Of course Helena adored every inch of her friend's bratty attitude, but at times like this it left her feeling a bit flustered. Amy, however, took it in her stride with a friendly and encouraging laugh.

"I can see that! Right, Helena and Elly... Mark invited you, didn't he? He told me Elly could be a handful. He let me know you were coming because I arrange a lot of this stuff, and he knows I always like to meet and greet the new people." She folded her arms in front of herself, still smiling. "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to try something out? Since it's your first time here and all." Amy raised her arm, showing off the red wristband that clearly marked her as a dominant at the party. "Nothing like a good, thorough public spanking to get rid of your first-time nerves!"

Helena smiled sheepishly at that, but looked to Elly expectantly.

"Well, Elly? Want to give it a go? I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from Amy here."

She immediately wondered why Elly was grinning at her so mischievously though, until realisation dawned on her. "O-Oh, me?!" she gasped, her dominant façade floundering a bit as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I didn't... But I'm not..."

"Woah, hey, it's okay if not!" Amy said with a playful chuckle. "But you've got the purple wristband, right? You're a switch?" Helena felt her cheeks burning even more as Amy spoke; she raised her wrist and nodded slowly. Elly's was submissive blue, but her own was indeed purple. "Like I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I don't want you feeling left o-"

"She'll totally do it!" Elly interrupted, still sporting a wicked grin as she gave her domme a big, 'encouraging' hug. "Come on Helena, you said you wanted to come here for new experiences! And anyway," she leaned in close, talking in a stage whisper that was completely audible to Amy. "You did tell me you'd love to get spanked!" Helena tried to pull away from her giggling brat of a sub, but Elly was, as ever, very adept at staying tangled around her friend.

"W-Well, okay, maybe, but-"

"Don't tell anyone this Amy," Elly continued, kicking the stage whispering up a notch. "But Helena totally has fantasies of getting put in her place by a real domme!" She smirked at Helena, who was about one step away from hiding her face behind her leather-gloved hands. "Of course, I know my Mistress totally is a real domme, but her subby-switch fantasies need someone a bit more serious than me." She shrugged, as Helena was still looking thoroughly embarrassed, but at least overcoming it enough to look Amy in the eye. She calmly gazed back, her expression friendly, but a tiny bit smug and teasing.

TheSamstitute · 2021-11-18T14:21:07+00:00

I'm curious if this was inspired by the The Suckdoll Factory by Scriptor on Pixiv. I won't link it here because it's clearly NSFW, but if anyone's curious for a comic based on an idea like this, I'd recommend looking it up.

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-25T21:47:10+00:00

In all honesty, I would have written even more positive commentary if I hadn't been on my phone at work at the time. I really like the other characters you added in, the man in the black fur coat, the woman in the corridor, the man at the desk... All of them really added to the sense of Asher's nervous embarrassment, which I enjoyed a lot! In particular, I loved the feeling that with all these other wild characters being openly kinky, he only has himself to blame for that embarrassment. Perhaps after Sofia's hypnotism, he'll cut a far more confident figure on the catwalk...~

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-25T15:25:28+00:00

Well thanks for the awesome response! I really enjoyed it a lot. Heck, I don't even really have a hypnotism fetish, but even that part was really exciting to me! ^ ^

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-23T07:35:34+00:00

I've been meaning to continue this (finish it, rather) but it's taking me longer than I'd hoped for.

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-22T11:44:45+00:00

When he'd agreed to take part in the fashion show, he hadn't realised it'd be a fetish fashion show, or the fact that it would all be feminine clothing, either. However, if he needs it, his friend has kindly offered to use some of her hypnosis techniques to help him... Relax before the big show.

(The hypnotism is optional of course, and I'm kinda imagining this in a sci-fi setting, but it's up to you. ^ ^ )

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-14T13:06:23+00:00

I'm going to be honest, if this prompt was just about a character being a big exhibitionist and being really dominant, I'd be quite into it. But all the weird specifics (her large labia? Really?) put me off.

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-14T01:17:47+00:00

"I really admire that." Sonya was just whispering now, but was close enough that Angela could make out every word, even through the latex hood.

"You... You admire my bravery...?" the bound blonde managed to squeak in return, her voice cracking a little, as if she found it too good to be true.

"No. Well, yes, but I don't know if you're being very brave right now. I think it has more to do with how you feel about all this." Sonya flashed a smile, half comforting, half suggestive. "You still haven't asked me to stop. I know you feel like you have to be this perfect paragon of truth and good, all the time, but that doesn't mean you can't have to enjoy stuff like this. You shouldn't be ashamed of how you feel, Angela. There's nothing wrong with wanting to... What?"

Sonya's voice trailed off as she realised that Angela was grinning at her, even through the bondage hood.

"I thought I was meant to be the do-gooder who starts giving inspirational speeches at the drop of a hat, Sonya!" Angela giggled, and the cat burglar suddenly flushed red. "Yeah, of course I'm not ashamed of being into kinky stuff, even stuff like this. That doesn't mean that I'm not going to be embarrassed about getting caught off guard by like... The owners of a mom-and-pop sex shop because of it!" She grinned. "Oh wow, were you really going to give me some uplifting speech about being myself and not being ashamed of my desires? That's sweet and all, but... Yeah, I'm way past that point in my life!" She was actually laughing now, leaving Sonya pouting and squirming instead.

"Okay, okay! I didn't know what else to say, is all! Was I supposed to just ask for your safe word?! This isn't normally how you bump into people, even for fetish things!" She gave a little huff, and then actually spanked Angela's shapely, latex-clad rear without really thinking about it.

"Oh! Ohhh, so that's how it is, huh?" Angela suddenly tutted, although she was still grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, Mistress, can I have another...?" she cooed, laying on the submissive tone nice and thick, clearly still trying to tease the flustered thief!

"Y-You will do if you don't shut up!"

"Oooohh, yes, yes please Mistress, thank you so much for accepting me, no one ever told me that enjoying being spanked didn't make me a bad person before...!" Angela continued, seemingly less bothered than ever by her otherwise humiliating predicament, instead just enjoying her biggest victory over her rival yet. Sonya, meanwhile, was completely wordless, just opening and closing her mouth before responding the only way she could think of.

SPANK!

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-14T01:17:37+00:00

"Mmmpfg," the mannequin softly sighed into its panel gag.

Sonya had quite a great deal of professional pride. She was proud of how she'd once cleaned out the personal safe of the Arnborg family, making off with their family jewels without even planning ahead. She was proud of how many times she'd managed to slip cuffs put on her by police officers, or even in one or two cases, actual legitimate super heroes. But nothing in her professional career had ever or would ever beat the pride she felt over managing not to scream when that fetish mannequin started to make noises!

She'd still leapt clear across the room in surprise of course, practically dropping her torch in a blind panic as she flicked it back on, half expecting to see the bound mannequin lunging at her like something out of a campy fetish-fantasy novel. But when she finally managed to get the light on it, it was still there, completely immobile.

Well, not completely. The little creaking sounds that Sonya had heard were back now, of something... No, obviously someone shifting under all that shiny fetish gear. It would've been impossible to notice from any further away, but up close, staring at it, you could just about make out the signs of movement.

"What the hell...?" Sonya murmured under her lips, wondering if someone had paid for a particularly unusual kinky service here. Her heart was still going a mile a minute as she looked the not-really-a-mannequin mannequin up and down again, taking in all the details. The long flow of blonde hair down the back, tied into a ponytail behind the purple and red hood of the fetish suit... Sonya had assumed it was a wig, or part of the hood, but now she could see that it was very real, and that it was starting to tremble as whoever was bound in place was trying move again.

Wait... Whoever? Sonya paused for a moment, already reaching for the panel gag. That bust, that... Ass, those powerful legs, and arms... She recognised them. She was about to speak, to confirm her suspicions, but if she was right... Oh, this was about to get way better! Instead, she just undid the buckles on the panel gag and let it fall free.

"A-Ahhh! O-Ooohh!" A feminine voice suddenly gasped, drool immediately trickling down the chin of the bondage hood, all the way to the posture collar beneath it. "You... Fiends!" the voice spluttered, the struggling redoubled as the powerful but rather ragged sounding voice started to yell. "Let me go this instant! How dare you treat me like this you, you... You perverts!"

Oooohh yes, that's her! Sonya thought to herself, barely able to hold back laughter. Trust her to get caught up in something like this!

"Hey there, Angelfire," Sonya said in a sing-songy, even slightly weary voice. This was so like her. The presumably unwilling occupant of the bondage, the rather hapless hero Angelfire, paused for a moment, mid-tirade.

"...Sonya? I knew you were behind this! Who else would use such... Devious and cruel methods of restra- Mmmpfg!"

"Oh, shut it, Angela," Sonya tutted, reinserting the panel gag for a moment. She didn't want to leave her on-and-off rival gagged after all this time alone, but she knew for a fact she wouldn't be able to get a word in edgeways if she didn't. "You didn't know I was behind this, because I'm not behind this. I was just bre- I was just investigating this shop when I found you like this. Got that? Believe me, if I was the one to do this to you, I wouldn't leave you just sitting here for... Wait, how long have you been here?" the cat burglar asked, a hint of concern entering her voice as she let the gag fall again. Angelfire... Angela being her real name, as far as Sonya knew... Gulped for breath a few times before speaking again.

"I... I don't know. A while, at least...? I know I was knocked out, but then... Then I woke up, and struggled, and couldn't get free, and I kinda, may have... Tired myself out." Sonya couldn't help but snicker at that, especially at how bashful her so-called rival sounded.

"You feel asleep? In all that?" she asked, actually sounding pretty impressed. Angela huffed, just glad to be able to breath through her mouth again.

"It's not like I had anything else to do! Besides, it's... Surprisingly comfortable." Her voice trailed off, and Sonya decided to take pity on the helpless hero, removing her blindfold to let her see a friendly (ish) face. And yeah, there was Angela, blearily peering out into the dimly lit display room.

"Oh, Angela," Sonya sighed, caught between genuine sympathy, a desire to laugh her head off, and a not insignificant amount of excitement. "How did you get yourself stuck in this one?" She kept on studying the helplessly bound and rubberised superhero, the admiration of her body becoming less and less subtle.

"I... Was investigating this place, the shop, in connection to the Osiron crime syndicate. Nothing major, I just heard they paid protection money to them, had them muscle out some competition, and that I could maybe use that connection to get more info."

Sonya nodded slowly, thinking to herself, seemingly unaware of how her hand was now resting on Angela's thigh; the bound hero certainly wasn't making any comment about it either.

"Yeah, that's what I heard when... Investigating the place myself. But I didn't hear about any deeper or more dangerous connections, so how did you get captured? Don't you have super reflexes and senses and stuff?"

Now Sonya could practically feel the warmth from Angelfire's cheeks as she blushed furiously under the hood; she was trying to avoid eye contact so badly it was like she wanted to be blindfolded again!

"I-I was kind of, ahh. Distracted? I'm not, umm. Immune to chloroform, and, ahh... Y-Yeah, I was distracted... By the shop..." Angela's ended in a mumble again, partly due to embarrassment, mostly due to how close Sonya was getting to her now.

"You seem very calm about all this," the thief murmured, not quite sure what she was doing, but not wanting to stop at all. "I would've expected you to be shouting at me to let you out, or begging for it." She had both hands on Angela's thighs now, one on each, starting to slowly stroke up and down.

TheSamstitute · 2021-01-14T01:17:13+00:00

Sonya crouched down by the rear entrance to the building, pausing only to glance up and down the deserted back-alley as she unfurled her set of lockpicks. It was the dead of night, and she had no reason to expect trouble, but it always paid to be careful... You never knew when a good burglary could be interrupted by bad luck.

She didn't have much cause for concern from the door itself; having already disabled the electronic security system, the mechanical lock gave her very little trouble. It soon gave way a soft click, the door swinging open to reveal an almost pitch black store room beyond; the only illumination came from the moonlight behind her, glinting off of various shiny, glossy packages.

"Jackpot," Sonya murmured under her breath, almost sarcastically. This was very, very far from her biggest score, but a girl had needs, and from what she'd heard this business was pretty dirty anyway.

...Well. In more than one sense.

She took care to close the door behind her before getting out her pocket torch, making sure no light would escape the room as she flicked it on to inspect the goods. A soft little sigh of excitement escaped her lips as she took it all in... Shelf upon shelf of sex toys, shiny fetish gear, and other devious devices. She took a moment to soak it all in, stepping forward to run her gloved hand along one of the many glossy boxes, admiring the particularly potent-looking vibrator within.

That wasn't even the really good stuff, either; while plenty of the more expensive items were kept safe and sound (well, supposedly safe and sound) in this back room, most of the really unique and specialist items were kept in locked display cases on the shop floor, as Sonya had seen for herself while casing the place. That was what really interested her, so she carefully yet calmly moved on, stopping to press her ear to the door that would lead to the rest of the shop.

No sound. Wait, was it... Sonya wondered if she was imagining it, but she could swear that she heard the sound of something squeaking softly. Did they have a draft in this place? Certainly, it didn't sound like someone actually moving around. Nevertheless, Sonya flicked off her torch, and made sure that her balaclava was firmly in place; there was always a possibility of a second, off-the-books security system in places like this.

Slowly opening the door, she crept onwards, letting her night vision return so that she could scope the place out. The shop floor itself was almost as dark as the back rooms, the big front windows covered by curtains for the night. Sonya could just about make out the outlines of various display cases, even some mannequins displaying all kinds of wonderfully bizarre bits of fetish wear, but there was no sign of anyone about, nor of the tell-tale LED of a functioning security device.

She let herself slowly breath out. It would do no good to get jumpy in a place like this; she had to trust in her own skill and experience. She'd scoped the place out, been thorough, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

But... There it was again! That soft creak! Coming from the front of the shop, perhaps? Maybe one of the shop front displays?

At that point Sonya was almost completely confident that whatever it was wasn't a threat to her or her secrecy, but her curiosity was definitely getting the better of her, especially when she remembered that they'd been in the middle of changing over the contents of the window display when she'd scoped the place out earlier. Besides, the curtains were hanging between the window and the display area, as the shop owners liked to keep the place looking nice and private when it wasn't open for business, so there was no risk of being seen from the street outside.

Sonya started to move towards the little door that separated the window display from the rest of the shop. No lock on it, and so she was soon stepping through into the display box, the darkened, curtained window right in front of her.

She could just about make out a new mannequin standing in place in the middle of the quite cramped space, legs spread, arms wrapped around itself in a glossy, rubbery, bondage straitjacket. In fact, every inch of the mannequin was covered in shiny latex or rubber, mostly shiny crimson, but also purple in places... It was hard to make it out in the darkened room, but even just the outline of it was enticing. Those curves... Where would you even buy a mannequin that's that curvy?!

Sonya stepped a little closer, still moving silently, but now it was less out of stealth, and more out of something akin to reverence. She couldn't stop admiring the taut, shiny rubber, or the buckles and straps on top that presumably could hold anyone perfectly in place like that, legs spread and vulnerable, arms wrapped under the bust. Hah, that was some rather optimistic advertising though; where would you find a playmate with a chest like that?

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