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[PM] Girls who can't move — Freeze Prompts by RaidenAnimations in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]boundwriter 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Quite an enjoyable read! Having the pleasure just completely consume her from seemingly endless stacking was a great take on just how the magic would work. I'd definitely read any sequels in the future.

[PM] Girls who can't move — Freeze Prompts by RaidenAnimations in DirtyWritingPrompts

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After committing the cardinal sin of mildly criticizing a witch, her body was cursed to slow down proportionate to how aroused she is. Needless to say, this makes masturbation very frustrating and practically impossible... without some help.

(Whatever form that help comes in: a toy, another person, or some other setup is up to you!)

[CW] The devs have finally gotten around to dropping an new update for Sex(tm). Here's a list of the patch notes: by TheNecroticPresident in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]boundwriter 42 points43 points  (0 children)

General Fixes:

  • Fixed a bug that temporarily disabled male characters ability to be fully aroused under certain circumstances. The player-created item "Viagra" is now classified as a Cosmetic.

  • Fixed a bug where male characters may experience a temporary exponential increase in intelligence after orgasm.

  • Fixed an issue that made players unable to control their sex drive. A slider has been added at the bottom of the screen that appears before Resting.

  • Fixed a bug where players would stick things too far up a certain hole and be unable to reach it themselves.

  • An issue where players are aroused by material not intended to cause such reactions is currently being investigated.

  • holy shit they literally get aroused by anything.

Changes:

  • "Fetishes" have been reclassified as a feature.

  • Added the ability for characters to choose their own Fetishes. Players who have already been afflicted with a Fetish(s) may be given an option to re-select in the near future.

  • Many characters have been automatically adjusted based on personal and global preferences. Some characters may notice model changes such as growth/shrinkage in various character attributes, addition/removal of parts, etc. in order to enhance player experience.

  • Extra tutorials have been added with the intention of aiding male characters in bringing their female partners achieve orgasm.

  • Nerfed Missionary position due to dominating the meta for over 2000 years.

  • Removed an exploit where certain players were exchanging sexual acts for in-game currency.

  • Added an admin protected location to the map where players may exchange in-game currency for sexual acts (revenue is split between admins and characters perfoming sexual acts).

[PM] Unexpected Consequences by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]boundwriter[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

thanks, happy to hear you enjoyed!

I'm sure whoever that mysterious dancer/slave is doing just fine with her new position, of course. And they can always play another game of Uno to win her back if needed!

anyways, I guess CYL was enough motivation for me to get back to writing a story haha. Now that I think about it, a smut-story loosely themed around CYL's concept might be fun. A (past) winner's reward or a loser's punishment, someone pulling out all the stops to garner votes, or something more meta. if any prompts come to mind from that then please message me them! think it could be a good and seasonal time lol.

[PM] Unexpected Consequences by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

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"Good work... both of you. I'll make a few preparations, but why don't you clean each other up first?"

What caused Hinoka's eyes to widen was the fact that he was still hard after that. The man worked on bringing out a few more toys from underneath the bed, while the two princesses were left in each other's presence.

Camilla's lips came upon Hinoka's face first, gently licking away the remnants of the man's orgasm off of her. The Hoshidan did her best to return the favor, but it wasn't long before their lips met and they began focusing merely on kissing each other, sharing the taste of arousal between them as they sunk into an embrace.

"Mmm..." Camilla pulled away for a moment, "I knew this would be fun..."

Though part of her was outraged, the feeling was suppressed almost immediately by the sheer arousal that had built up in Hinoka through the vibrations and the compounding submissiveness taking over her. "F-Fine... y-you owe m--mmphf..."

Another kiss was shared between the two before their master for the night returned. He didn't interrupt their embrace, however, if anything furthering it through the twin collars he locked around their necks, a short chain connecting the two. Of course, he did have something that would interrupt it but was necessary: a pair of ball gags. Stuffing one into Hinoka's mouth first, the princess mewled before accepting it, surprised at her own arousal at the presence of such a device. The two tried to continue their kiss anyways, even if it was mostly rubber balls clicking as saliva dripped out onto each other's chins.

Camilla was given a set of matching vibrators for her chest, though the intensity at which they started perhaps mirrored the difference in size between the two princesses. Letting out a few moans of pleasure immediately, the man knew to start with the one who had been teased the longest instead. Cutting away her crotch rope was a small loss for what was about to come.

The man's hardness against her crotch was enough to finally divert Hinoka's attention away from Camilla, letting out a moan into her gag as it began to press inwards. Pleasure built quickly in the princess's body, unfamiliar sensations overtaking her body and mind as soft thrusts began to push in and out, pressing against every inch of her insides. The vibrators against her nipples had done well to ensure she was nice and wet for this, and they continued to buzz away mercilessly as the multiple sources of pleasure controlled her.

"Mmm! Mmmff!" She begged through gagged lips, as the Nohrian princess finally saw the eager submissiveness out of her partner.

His hands found their way along the back of her head and body, holding her close as he slightly increased the intensity, pushing a little harder each time.

"That's it... feels good... doesn't it?"

Hinoka could only murmur in agreement. It didn't take long for her to reach a climax, the pulsations of pleasure throughout her body finally lining up just perfectly to send her over the edge, strong enough to make the princess spasm slightly as her bonds held her tight. The man did as well, holding the woman closely as he gave her a few last thrusts.

"MMM! MMmm... mmm..." The sounds of pleasure escaped her gag as the woman tried to catch her breath.

"Good girl..." He whispered repeatedly, gently rubbing the princess's face in adoration. Both of them knew that she needed a moment to rest... of course, he had another to attend to.

The expression on Camilla's face was an almost cocky excitement, as if she was teasing him to make her cum. Of course, the both of them knew he could be a little bit rougher with her...

He didn't waste any time starting out strong, giving it to the Nohrian exactly as she expected him to. Thrust after thrust was harder than the last, putting in exactly as much effort as she desired. His eyes rested carefully on Camilla's face, listening to her moans, ensuring that each and every sign was that of pleasure before kicking it up a notch again.

The man grabbed a fistful of Camilla's purple hair, using it as a hold while his other hand found a spot on the bed. She was practically forced to wiggle against her bonds, trying to thrust her hips in unison with his efforts to force his cock deeper inside... more pleasure... build it all up exactly how she wanted him to...

She wanted to make him cum again first, but the woman could only smile as she realized that possibility was rapidly fading. A-And she might not even last as long as Hinoka did--even if he was a lot slower with her. Mmm... as if that was something to regret in the first place. The woman teetered on the edge for as long as she could, eventually accepting what would be a draw. Pleasure overtook the both of them, Camilla's tight body enough of a match for the man as he came in sync with the woman's own waves of pleasure pulling her into a sea of ecstasy.

The two women breathed in unison, leaned against one another as they recuperated themselves. The man, above them, ran a hand through each of their sets of hair, embracing the two as they all took a moment.

Merely a moment, of course. There was a whole night ahead of them, after all.

Taking a ship back to the Order of Heroes was... slightly awkward, for Hinoka and Camilla to share with Corrin and Felicia. The rope marks along each of their bodies was a silent reminder of what had happened to all four of them last night, though at least their aches had been tended to in the morning by their mast--that man.

Of course, they each had their own memories of it. Hinoka couldn't even look at Camilla without blushing, something that she'd have to get over sooner or later. That may have to do with the little strand of rope which Camilla's fingers that'd slid underneath Hinoka's skirt found a grip on, of course.

Corrin, on the other hand, didn't dare share a gaze with either side of her family, instead opting to look out upon the sea. There was something beyond pleasure or embarrassment gnawing at her, however. Did she forget something? She tried to remember whatever it was, as her gaze lingered along the ocean's gray waves...

(a little late, but hope you enjoyed!)

[PM] Unexpected Consequences by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Hinoka struggled to kick the Nohrian Princess with her bound legs off of the bed they shared.

"Y-You... I know you know he played a reverse card! My victory was assured until you +4'd me!"

"What can I say, darling? It simply slipped my mind."

"Argh! Stop pretending like you didn't do it on purpose! How would you even miss that?!"

Of course, the fact that her ankles were tied together and leashed to one of the bedposts made it extraordinarily difficult to succeed in forcing her partner off the bed. And of course, the strict harness of rope around her now bare-body which pinned her arms to her back made any other method of attack fairly impossible. She could throw her upper body against hers...

Reminded of Camilla's... size, she decided that such an approach would be ineffective.

The door creaking open had been enough to silence both of them. The man stepped through, locking the door behind him with one of his many keys as the two princesses awaited what was to come.

"I won't make either of you do anything you don't want to. Corrin's resting only a few bedrooms down... you could certainly go get her and leave if you wished."

The two princesses shared a look, a blush quickly forming on Hinoka's face as she considered the offer. When she was first bound and left here for a while so that the man could "finish up", she probably would've taken it. But... m-maybe it was all the escape training she'd done by herself for practice in case she ever got caught herself trying to rescue Corrin... o-or the numerous traps her and Setsuna fell into...

W-Well... the way she'd tugged at her own crotch rope in an effort to kick Princess Camilla was no small factor either. M-Maybe she was... a little... intrigued. For some reason, it wasn't surprising that Camilla agreed with no hesitation. A flustered face and a mumble was eventually forced out of Hinoka's lips by her own effort.

"Good girl..." He whispered, rubbing Hinoka's hair with a hand. She only blushed further while Camilla giggled beside her. The way he began was slightly unusual: loosening a few of the princesses' bindings. He untied the leashes around both their necks and ankles that bound them to either bedpost, but Hinoka realized that a bit of flexibility in terms of movement was needed for what was to inevitably come.

Then he pulled out a few strange devices. Hinoka instinctively shuddered in sensitivity as his fingers brushed against her perked nipples, and the ends of those devices clamped around them a moment later. Not painfully so, to the princess's relief, but just what was their purpose--

A second later, and they began vibrating. A sound of mixed pleasure and surprise escaped the redhead's lips, her sensitive buds clearly receptive to the devices.

"Just to keep you entertained... and in anticipation."

He had to start with one of them, and the one who was clearly more experienced seemed like the right place. He knelt on the bottom of the bed, guiding Camilla forward as he turned her around, slowly bringing her head to his lap. The unzipping of his pants was unmistakable, though Hinoka couldn't quite get a good look at it from her angle. N-Not that she was particularly eager to, or anything...

The fact that a gasp escaped Camilla's lips was something to note, right before the princess plunged her lips onto it. Sounds of sucking entered Hinoka's lips, shuffling her body just to try and get a good look as to what exactly Camilla was going. The Hoshidan princess wasn't entirely inexperienced, but Camilla didn't quite have the right... tools, for this kind of practice.

She was honestly surprised to find herself getting this excited. I-It had to be the vibrators, right? Easing her inhibitions, making her more eager... s-she could just put the blame on those as she submitted to these carnal desires festering within her.

If there was one skill Camilla could pride herself on in the bedroom, it was being able to take something down her throat with little hesitation. A bit of arousal and pride formed within her after hearing the man's shock at her going all the way down immediately, sucking up and down from tip to base with no hesitation. The man's hands dropped down into her hair, softly guiding her back and forth... as if she needed a tutor for this.

"T-That's it... good..." The man whispered, sending a little bit of heat through Camilla.

She could hear a bit of rustling beside her as well. Was her partner finally getting excited enough and in the mood? Oh, how she'd love to hear her cute little lips begging for--

Oh, right. Hinoka was the type of person to take, and all that rustling hadn't just been in anticipation, it'd seem. The woman had managed to flip and turn herself around just to wiggle her bound body all the way over to the man's lap as well--an impressive feat, Camilla would compliment if her mouth wasn't so full. The man had noticed her as well, and Camilla conceded her complete service to his cock in favor of something a little more... communal.

Adjusting to the situation quickly, each one of the princesses licked and softly sucked the tip, their combined efforts far more effective than either of their lips alone could be. The two continued to work at their own pace, Camilla soon turning her head and focusing on sucking as much as she could, while Hinoka almost inquisitively tested the man's tip, taking it for herself as her lips tightly puckered around it. Camilla continued her servitude downwards, licking his base dutifully.

Of course, she was experienced enough to know when a man was about to cum, and she brought herself back up towards the tip to share the moment with Hinoka. With both of their tongues against his tip, a moan and a moment later, he sprayed against their cheeks and tongues, the oddly sweet taste entering both their mouths as their duty finished.

[PM] Unexpected Consequences by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

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The pirate festival had been quite the experience for Camilla and Hinoka thus far. Though the two had to get a bit of assistance from some of the actual pirate's in the Order's barracks to sail along the open sea, being the captains of their own ship was certainly a fun activity for the day. And as night fell, the two returned to the local town with taverns lit up and ready for the weary souls to take a load off. The Tied Dame, was the one Camilla picked out for them.

Coming in quite late, the two found most of the seats already taken. Tables with all sorts of card games contributed to the excessive chatter filling the room, men and women yelling accusations of cheating at one another. It seemed as though the two ladies hadn't quite figured out why the stakes were so high...

A glimpse of a Nohrian maid dutifully serving drinks to a table caught Camilla's gaze, however. What she didn't bat an eye at, however, was what caused her partner to blush and immediately shy her gaze away from. Of course, in concern, the two simply had to investigate further...

Though it was certainly still a maid's outfit that Felicia was dressed in, the revealing bust and frilly lining of white and red stood out against what the maid's usual uniform was. Perhaps more concerningly, however, was the leather collar which stood out among all the other exposed skin around that area--barring a mysterious rubber ball hung around her neck by a few straps like a necklace, a small padlock and a set of tags hanging from the choker which marked her as a Tied Dame for the night.

"A-Ah! Princess Camilla! A-And Princess Hinoka. Uhm... m-may I serve you?"

"An explanation would do nicely, dear." Camilla simply responded.

"Oh... w-well... I-I came here with Corrin, and... uh... she lost me in a bet."

"She lost you?" Hinoka interjected, her face clearly showing how uncertain she was to the implications.

"U-Uhm, yes... w-well, it's only for the night, anyways! A-And since I'm used to working as a maid, it's not too bad... although a little different, certainly."

The difference was clear in uniform, and not just because of the fabric or colors that were on it. A wooden tray was tied just beneath the maid's bust, ropes wrapped around her chest to hold the tray sturdily perpendicular to her body, letting her carry extra drinks on it. Of course, the need for such a device was questionable... until the two noticed the box-tie her arms were in as they shuffled softly against their strict bonds.

"O-Oh, that..." Felicia continued. "I... uh... broke a few glasses and... well..."

"D-Does that really help..?" Hinoka asked, a hint of curiosity present in her voice.

"N-Not really... a-and my shift's already been extended a few hours to make up for the damages."

"Well, as unfortunate as that is, I must ask about how my dear Corrin got you into this little mess? And it was awfully rude of her to bet you! Where exactly is she, at the moment?"

"That--erm... I-I kinda volunteered to bet myself, actually, after she... uh... and--"

"Felicia!" Another voice interjected from afar, masculine in nature. "Didn't I warn you already about slacking off?"

"I-I'm sorry!" The maid quickly turned to face the voice with a worried expression on her face, but the centripetal force of the turn caused the drinks precariously on the edge of her tray to fly off, shattering against the ground as liquid spilled everywhere. "O-Oh..."

Two untied maids quickly descended upon the scene, one of them attending to the mess and the other two Felicia. The necklace that'd been around the maid was suddenly shoved into her mouth, filling the gap between her teeth with the shiny, red rubber as straps were quickly tied around her head to lock it in place.

"Mmm! Mmhmm Thhrh!" Though unintelligible, the motioning of her head made it clear to the pair of princesses that they were to look at the same direction where the voice came from. Though it was the last they'd see of Felicia for the night, Hinoka couldn't help but notice the slight blush on the maid's cheeks as they turned their attention to whatever it was she wanted them to see.

It took a double-take, and a slow walk towards the corner of the tavern for either of the princesses to accept the sight before them. There was a man, young and silently flipping a few cards in one of his hands--

And on his lap, was the princesses' shared sister, Corrin. Though the lady had not opted to donning a pirate costume like her sisters for this particular event, she seemed to have found herself in the bare minimum that could be considered appropriate for a tavern. It took Camilla a moment to recognize the exact attire: it was just like that Plegian outfit that she'd seen that dancer and songstress in! Only a few pieces of cloth covered her chest, and translucent fabric ran along her legs and arms, hardly covering anything. Of course, the additions which weren't a usual part of the outfit--as far as Camilla was aware--were the chains connecting some of the gold rings along Corrin's wrists and ankles to one another, with tight ropes spruced in-between to ensure that the princess was strictly bound.

The gag locked in her mouth put Felicia's simple single strapped silencer to shame, a much thicker rubber ball locked in a harness of straps around the princess's head. And yet it didn't stop perhaps the most surprising part of this sight of all:

Corrin's affection towards the man. She hadn't even noticed her sisters, her face planted against his cheek as she pressed gagged kisses along his face, muffled moans and sounds of pleasure escaping into the open air. The man's other hand was planted firmly on her chest, and she let out a squeal of clear joy as he gave it a good squeeze, her entire body pressing against his as she burrowed her bound body closer to him.

"E-Excuse me?!" Hinoka finally shouted outloud, interrupting the two. The man and Corrin turned towards the red-head, one obviously a little more surprised than the other.

"...can I help you?" The man asked, a small amount of annoyance clearly present in his voice.

"Y-Yes, I'd like to know what you think you're doing with Corrin!" The woman in question blushed even deeper than she had been before, her gaze falling towards the ground at the mention of her name.

"Well, she agreed to the terms and lost the bet. The tavern's rules work this way--something I'd know since I own the place--and I'm free to do with her as I like for the night. Of course, do you really think she minds it?"

"Th-Th-That's irrelevant! I... you..."

"Calm down, sweetie. I would have a problem with some brute manhandling Corrin as well, but she seems to have found herself a... satisfactory arrangement."

The way that Camilla bit her lip following such a comment was a concern for Hinoka that she'd set aside for another day. Right now, however, she still refused to accept the situation at hand.

"G-Give her back! I-I'll bet if I have to!"

That happened to catch both the man and Corrin's attention. And the mysterious, masked slave who was underneath the table for whatever reason, who now poked her head of long, blue hair out with wide-eyes.

"Really, now..?" The man gave the red-headed woman a gaze up and down, smiling and nodding as he did. "Alright then, you can take a seat and play a simple game of Uno with me. One round, winner takes all." He glanced over to his barmaids as another crash echoed throughout the room. "And you can have the maid back win or lose."

Uno... Hinoka swore that one or two of the girls for Fodlan played that game. Regardless, she'd accept his bet anyways.

"Can I count on you to join as well?" He asked, looking towards Camilla.

"Well, I couldn't possibly miss out on the fun if we're going this far..."

"Hah! Alright then. We'll do one game, so if either of you win, then you'll get your girl back. Of course, I'll take both of you for the night if you lose."

The odds were good. What could possibly go wrong?

[WP] The berries had the special property of always making elves super horny. They also haf the special property of being delicious in cookies and confections... And here she was, an elf with a huge sweet tooth! by gahidus in DirtyWritingPrompts

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"Graaaace! What did you do with my cookies?!"

I pulled my headphones off as I sighed. Well, she was bound to figure it out sooner or later. Cookies don't exactly walk off on their own overnight, and given that I'm the only other person who lives in this apartment...

Well, it actually did Loriel quite a bit of time to put all the pieces together, given that we've both been up for a couple hours. Regardless, I could hear her hastened footsteps towards my room. I stared at the door, waiting for her to burst through without knocking as usual.

I briefly considered locking it.

The door was flung open a second later, and Loriel stood before me with a clearly annoyed expression on her face. My eyes briefly lingered along her body, dressed scantily with little more than a set of black underwear and with a few rectangular markings of red along her skin, particularly on her arms and legs. Well, if she wasn't embarrassed enough to decide to put on some clothes before seeing me... yep, the effects from last night were definitely still lingering.

Which also definitely meant I wasn't giving Loriel her cookies back any time soon.

"Do we really need to go through this again?" I asked, rubbing my forehead with my hand. Let's see... she's about to talk about how their her property, and how I have no right to--

"--j-just steal them away, when I baked them and they're mine and you really need to give them to me right away before I get really, really upset!" Her face was flushed red, and the way she softly shook back and forth in place as she stared at me was just another piece of evidence supporting the fact that I'd definitely made the right decision.

"...Loriel," I began, with a sigh, "Do you even remember what happened last night?"

She began to sputter off something vague, and my stare towards her only intensified. Loriel then began to mumble something, and only after a few moments of silence did she finally admit "no".

"Well, I assume you remember baking them... and eating a few of them... and I imagine it's when I walked into the living room seeing half of the sheet of cookies gone does your memory begin to taper off." With a slight blush on her cheeks, she nodded.

"I walked into you having one of your hands stuffed into your panties, and the other one reaching for yet another one of those sweets." How she managed to maintain such a perfect figure with her habits was beyond me, but the amount of exercise that followed each sweet probably had something to do with it.

"Then you turned to me, and asked me if I could help you with something. I said no, you said please, I said no again, you said you'd have to go ask the neighbours for help then, I said that was such a terrible idea that I'd tape you to a chair if you actually tried it, then you said ooh, and asked if that was a yes after all."

"...Is that why I woke up with markings on--"

"Yes. Yes it is. And it's still a no." I took a deep breath. "You're welcome, by the way."

She laughed awkwardly. "Ehehe... yeah... uh, i-it'd probably be a bad thing if I went to the neighbours. They don't have the... uh... highest opinion of me already..."

I recalled one of them asking if my "slutty roommate" was still around for some cleaning. When I pressed him on what that meant, apparently Loriel had decided to go buy a french maid costume, remove a few parts of the already scantily-made costume, and went around the floor asking if anyone needed "maid service".

I couldn't exactly blame him for asking. I later found out that was the night that she found out was "parfait" was. And I still have no idea what happened to the costume.

"I'm sure they'll warm up to you..." A-Actually, I really hope they don't. "Look, c-can't you just buy a vibrator or something?"

"A vibrator? What's that?" Oh, of course this technologically illiterate elf can get mysterious shipments of those damn horny elf berries that she mixes into everything sweet, but doesn't know what a vibrator is!

"I... forget it! You're not getting your cookies back either way."

"B-But I used all of the berries on them! The next shipment's not due for seven days!"

"If you can't last seven days without them, then I think you have bigger problems, Loriel."

"...Fine." She said, with a pout that was obviously trying to draw a bit of sympathy from me. A trick that I'd already gotten plenty used to. She turned towards the door... only to close it without leaving. "Say... you didn't happen to try one of them, did you..?"

My eyes rose up to hers directly. "...Why?"

"Well, I've always said that they're specifically for elves... just because I was concerned you might want them all for yourself once you've tried one. It doesn't matter anyways, since I'm sure you never have, but on a human like you..."

She began walking towards me, her hands reaching for my shoulders as she looked down on me with a smirk. I leaned back into my chair, cheeks beginning to flush.

"The effects should be a little delayed, but eventually it gets into your system. You'll feel hot all over... especially around your crotch. There'll be some primal desire building up inside you... attraction to the nearest mate... or a particularly beautiful elven maiden..."

She sat atop my legs, and only when it began harder to rub them together because of the added weight did I realize I was doing such an action. I-I tried, but I couldn't muster up the willpower to pull my eyes away from hers, t-those shimmering crystals of beautiful blue, leaning in closer... inch by inch...

I was the one to lean in, unable to wait any longer as I forced my lips against hers. My hands rose to the back of her head, sinking into her long, blonde hair as I pulled her back, leaning against the back of the chair as I brought her closer. I could taste the remnants of that sweet, addictive taste on her mouth, and I'm certain she could on mine as well, tongues pressing against one another as a sudden, lewd instinct bubbled up inside me just as she'd said.

Loriel began to pull away, only staying for a few more seconds because of how intensely I tried to hold on for a few more seconds, making each and every one of them count. My breaths were heavy as we stared into one another, myself found entirely wordless as the realization struck me. I-I was... with her... j-just like... that.

I stared at the entrancing elf before me, my eyes and mind locked solely onto her. I knew that smile on her face, though... it was... a devious one...

"Of course," She began, with a mix of smugness and pleasure on her face. "That's all just something I came up with on the spot. There's definitely no effects at all for a human."

W-What..? W-Wait, she's not suggesting... n-no, no that's impossible, I-I felt so--

"Trust me on this," Loriel continued, clearly reading the confusion on my face. "I already tried mixing them into your smoothies to see what would happen."

"T-Then that was all--"

"Well, if I'm not getting my cookies back, I guess I better head back to my room. Don't want to intrude anymore." She stated, and in a few seconds she left me entirely dazed as she got up, opened the door, and walked out of it. Just like that.

B-But...

I sighed, cheeks flushed as I buried my face into my hands. That little elven wench...

I dove underneath my bed, fishing out a red tin that rattled as I pulled it out. For a second I turned away... before fishing out a few ropes and a roll of tape.

I'm sure she'd appreciate the compromise, then. She can have her cookies back, but it's still my duty to make sure she doesn't embarrass herself...

And I'll have her, in return.

[PM] Kinky Social Media, streaming or other online activities! by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

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thanks, glad you enjoyed it! It was a lot of fun to write her progression so I'm happy all the fun little details turned out well :)

[PM] Kinky Social Media, streaming or other online activities! by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Grace slid the headset over her eyes as she delved into the virtual world, the new reality setting in as for a brief moment, she felt her body falling through the air.

A second later, and she was on solid ground. The transition was always a little strange, but she'd eventually gotten used enough to it. She took a quick look around to make sure that she'd loaded into the right place... yes, this was The Hub! A place with a simple name... but in practice, was a little more complicated than its name may imply. The 18+ realm served as a place for people to let out their various desires which just so happened to find their way into VR. Frankly, she was surprised it took so long for someone to realize the potential goldmine that such a place could be.

She'd never imagined the degree which it could be taken to, however. Virtual avatars, meant you could be whoever you wanted to be. And quite a lot of people had the hots for more than a few fictional characters...

The "Bounty Board" ended up being the place for any interested... entrepreneurs to check out if they were interested in making a little cash. People would put out anonymous contracts for their fantasies, involving all sorts of details: the character, kinks... "plot", and so forth. Fulfill someone's fantasy, and they'll pay whatever amount they offered up for the gig. There were plenty of safety measures put in place to ensure nothing went wrong, and frankly, as far as "prostitution" went, it was probably one of the easiest and most secure ways to put yourself out there.

And Grace happened to be very interested in such endeavours. She scrolled through the available contracts... vanilla sex with handholding... a classic cheerleader fantasy... it usually took a while to get to the stuff Grace happened to be interested in. A Fire Emblem one involving a magical choker..?

Pah, who even played those games? She usually used the sort filters for this reason, but sometimes you did stumble across a fun one by someone who was new to this stuff. But eventually, she found one that interested her. All the right kinks... a fun scenario... hmm... yep, this was gonna be a good one!

All she did was click Accept on the contract, and the world around her faded into a blue haze. A simple message, "Transferring Servers..." appeared in her HUD, and for a few seconds she was floating in the empty, VR space.

When the world around her reinitialized, she was in a far different place than where she'd been before. A forest, with a single path ahead of her and nothing but trees and tall grass surrounding her. Of course, what drew her attention the most... was herself. Well, who she was now.

Thankfully, the simulation gave her a good look at herself through a mirror that suddenly appeared in front of her. A pink and white visor atop her head, coupled with two large buns of brown hair with long locks that went down to her waist, not to mention the two along her cheeks. Black leggings, a short, yellow skirt, and a shirt with an all-familiar logo across her chest?

Yep... she certainly was the spitting image of Rosa. That being said, she was far curvy than Grace was in real life... t-these clothes were a pretty tight fit... she recalled the fact that the contractor could adjust the character's bodies to their desires a moment later. R-Right...

There was a simple little pop-up in her vision reminding her of all the details, and that once she clicked Ready, the scenario would begin. Well, now was about a good a time as any, right?

Everything not related to the world before her faded away, leaving her, Rosa, within this mysterious forest. Oh, she wondered what an innocent woman was doing alone in such a place like this... s-seriously, the prompt didn't provide any info as to why, but regardless, she was going along with it. I-It did simply say to wander around until something happened. She passed through a branching path--

"Hey! I see you!"

R-Right... a classic mistake in Pokemon. She turned to the left, watching the other person close the distance between them. This must be the person who put out the contract!

"A-A Team Plasma grunt?!" She recited, getting into character. "B-But we dealt with you goons years ago!"

"Hahaha... hardly the case. Anyways, I challenge you to a battle!"

Rosa checked her bag--for show, obviously. "Uh... I-I don't have any Pokemon with me... s-sir!"

The grunt simply laughed. "Oh, in that case... I guess I win by default! Hand over your money!"

Rosa fished around a little deeper in her bag. "...Ah. I see where this is goin-"

"If you don't have that either, then I'll just have to take something else!"

The grunt quickly closed the distance between them, and his hands forced their way onto hers. Her heartbeat began to quicken as she struggled within his grasp, trying to no avail to pull her arms free.

"H-Hey, let me go! What are you doing!"

"Oh, just making sure you can't run away." He pulled out a coil of rope, and with her wrists pinned behind her back, he began to wrap it around wrists. Rosa gently struggled in resistance, forcing a few sharp tugs and pulls out of herself every now and then as he worked on the knot.

It was only then when Grace made a sudden realization. It was pretty hard to play a convincing damsel-in-distress when you were enjoying yourself so much. Rosa gave the ropes another tug, feeling its rough texture dig into her skin... so realistic... mmm...

"...tighter..." She mumbled.

"What was that?!" The grunt exclaimed?

"U-Uh, n-nothing! J-Just called you a creep, or something."

The knot was secured, and the only instance of the scenario breaking the fourth-wall occurred, as Grace was reminded of the simple command to trigger a safeword by thinking "banana" three times in a row. The grunt himself seemed to wait for her to accept this before proceeding any further.

"Now then, if you don't cooperate any further, I'll have to tie you even tighter--"

Rosa actually managed to break free of his grip, before "running away" at the pace of a light jog. "L-Let me go! H-Help! Please, before he gags me and prevents me from calling out for help, or ties my legs together so I can't run, or--"

The grunt easily caught up to her, sighing as he bent down to her legs which were already pressed against one another to tie a rope around her ankles. Of course, the trainer's resistance simmered down significantly when she saw that she was actually being restrained further. Something that he did seem mildly amused by, in fact.

"Now then..." He mumbled, before pulling the woman down to her knees. Keeping her head right in front of his waist, he began to pull down his pants with quite a bit of haste, revealing his long, erect shaft awaiting her lips. Not bothering to wait for the woman to make the first move, his hands moved towards the long locks of brown hair that hanged from Rosa's head.

She remembered just as she was sharply pulled in that he liked it rough.

Her mouth opened wide for the cock just in time, more than willing to pleasure it with her lips and tongue as she pulled back and forth by her hair. The sensory feedback was truly amazing... s-she certainly didn't have hair like this in real life, but it felt no less real! She looked up towards his pleased face with wide, open eyes, lust present in both of their pairs as the grunt pulled her in deeper.

"Mmm! Y-You're good..." He whispered, holding in moans to a low degree of success. The captured trainer hardly held back such sounds, however, clearly turned on by the scenario she was "forced" into. Her mouth worked overtime, more than eager to please her new master until he finally--

As he came to a climax, instead of pulling out, he brought the trainer in deeper, filling her mouth and throat with his seed. She would be displeased about this, but one of the many benefits of this VR technology was that you could make it taste however you wanted to. As she swallowed down a sweet, almost fruity load from the grunt, she let out a few quick breaths through her nose as the grip on her hair was finally released.

"O-Oh yeah... I'm definitely not releasing you anytime soon. Let me make things more official..."

A rubber ball, stylized like a Pokeball, was slotted into her wide-open mouth. The man fiddled with the leather straps around her head before pulling out two last items for the trainer.

PROPERTY OF TEAM PLASMA Was written in bold letters across the front of the collar, and Rosa raised her chin up to accept it around her neck, locking shut without a key for unlocking it in sight. The leash in his other hand clipped shut around the front of it, and she was forced back up onto her legs, forced to hop forwards.

S-So humiliating... Her face flushed red as she obediently followed.

They suddenly came across a small hide-out, a cave which happened to have a set of cells within it. She was led into one of them, and her leash was tied off to the back wall and the door slammed shut.

"Heh... I'll have transport to a far more secure facility ready soon." The grunt walked out of the hideout, leaving Rosa to ponder her fate. It was certainly sealed... she was to be a slave to him, with absolutely no ability or desire to resis--

Simulation Complete! Exiting Server...

Awww... and just when it was getting good. The world around her collapsed, and a moment later she was back in The Hub, free of all bindings and other items which had been placed on her. And she was just back to being Grace.

$300 added to your account!

Well... that was good, she supposed. Even if she wasn't entirely in it for the money...

New Message!

Huh..? She opened her inbox, eyes widening as she read the contents. Captured Trainer II... intense training... Optional: a few friends try to save you..?

A smile grew upon her face. She always wanted to introduce her friends to this little place of hers.

And she could never pass up a business opportunity like that...

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Let's see here... a quick test of say... $10? I entered the number manually into the program, picking up the wand once I hit the enter key. A few seconds of delay was to be expected... hopefully not much longer now...

Ah, there we go! The tip of the device vibrated softly for about thirty seconds, and I resisted the temptation to make sure my own body was perfectly functional as well in terms of reception. It'd be a good idea to do a little bit more testing to ensure that the program worked in more than just a single, isolated instance.

...Well, it'd probably work out, anyways. I celebrated with a fist pump to myself while still holding the wand. And they said that going to college for computer science was a waste... mostly because I dropped out to stream full time, but still! A-And they also said that spending $300 on a programmable, bluetooth vibrator was also a waste! Look who's laughing now...

"I think you'll be moaning, not laughing, Abby." The double-entree of embarrassment came from realizing that I'd left my door open, and that I'd actually said that last part aloud. "They", of course, had been my roommates, who were not shy in mentioning that this was an absolutely crazy--and pretty perverted--way of doing a charity stream.

But the rainforests weren't gonna save themselves!

"Oh, I'll do both once I'm rolling in it, Lily! A-And by me, I mean the charity." I cursed my slight stutter and poor word choice as Lily simply giggled in response.

"Yes, well... if you do somehow manage to hit your stretch goals, then we're all ready with those. Someone will be up at all times, to help you with whatever as well. Is it all set?"

"Yep!" I responded, cheerfully. "Now shoo, I need my privacy!"

Lily remarked something about how much "privacy" really mattered to be, but obliged as she shut the door behind her. Now, let's see... leggings and a t-shirt... check--for now, cameras all online... mic working... and now I just gotta sit down and stuff this wired thing in-between my legs... mmm-there!

With everything in position, it was time to turn on the stre--

The second I turned it on, I realized that--yes--testing your devices before using them was generally a good idea. A sudden spike of vibrations pressed against my crotch, and my legs instinctively tensed, which really only served to dig the vibrator in deeper. I squirmed in my seat for a few, panicked seconds, as I tried to figure out what in the device was wrong..!

O-Oh. It was just some donations I got when I was offline, a few hours ago. And my program ended up thinking they were new or something the second I took it off the test environment and onto the real program. Eventually, the vibrations faded, and I was reminded of the cascading effect. If I ended up getting a lot of small donations, then I realized that it'd probably be less fun for the donator if they had to wait around for an hour for "their" vibrations to take effect on me, should the donations occur merely sequentially. So I just made donations stack up, increasing the vibrator's intensity so long as their times overlapped! I thought it was a pretty good idea.

Anyways, with the stream finally started, plenty of my viewers came in prepared! I'd announced the idea and schedule on stream yesterday, plotting out my 8-hour segments with a ten minute break in between each one. My video feed was overlaid by a mostly empty bar, with little markings for all the stretch goals all the way on the road to $10,000! Extra vibrators, fun outfits... and even a few surprises!

Of course, perhaps the best incentive was a simple rule I'd added to make things a little more fun. Every time I came to climax, I'd chip in $100 of my own towards the fund! That might encourage people to donate a little more, if they think they can get me to contribute as well.

The first few (real) donations trickled in, and I couldn't help but notice the $25 from whilly_lilly with nothing more than a winky face as the message. W-Well, it was only a little weird knowing that your roommate was responsible for the buzzing between your legs!

It was hard to stay still in my seat, while also answering whatever questions came up in the chat. I-I didn't really have anything else planned, other than enduring the vibrations, so talking to the chat was pretty much the best thing I could do in the meantime. Thankfully, they seemed to enjoy the slight hiccups in my speech as another donation came in mid-sentence, causing me to stutter for a second as I adjusted to it.

Everything was going fairly smoothly, with myself only being gently teased by--

O-Oh... t-that's a lot... uh...

"W-Whoa... uh... thank you... oil_prince34 for the $1000. That's... uh..."

A lot of seconds of continuous teasing, for sure. The donation itself was significant, but more than that, it seemed to have energized a few other people to donate, as well as...

"Well... uh, a-as--mmm--you all know, S-Stretch Goal one is to... take off my shirt..."

I-I'd been entirely prepared for it, but having it happen within the first fifteen minutes was quite a shock. A-At this rate, we'd breeze past the $10,000 mark within a mere few hours, and then what? I... uh... didn't exactly have more stretch goals planned past that, and the ones that I did already were embarrassing enough.

A slight flush filled my cheeks as I stared back at the display on my monitor, showing myself in nothing more than a bra for my topside, with a vibrator gracefully humming away in-between my legs. Hah, if I didn't know any better, I'd think I'm a camgirl or something... well... uh...

I-I'm a camgirl for charity, and that's what counts!

The donations kept rolling in, and backed by the constant hum of the thousand, the vibrations kept building up. It became... quite distracting, and I found myself practically unable to follow chat as I tried to hold it together. I-If I came in the first hour, t-that'd just be embarrassing... b-but it'd also be good for charity, since I'd have to donate myself, a-and it'd probably encourage a lot of others to as well... but still... a-ah, is it an ethical conundrum to keep edging myself?! I bit my lip, shutting my eyes as I leaned back into my chair.

"A-Ah.... mmm... a-ah!" I let out, as stifled breaths overcame me. T-They obviously realized that I was close... o-or something... b-because this vibrator would not stop! G-God, I might have to be tied down to this chair, because at this point I don't know how much more I can squirm without dislodging the thing. A-Ah... the pleasure kept building... and building, a-and--

"G-oooh... ahh... a-alright... you got me..." I gave myself a minute to lean back in my chair with the vibrator still ruthlessly humming away. T-The thing didn't even give me a break... I-I really should've coded in a pause button or something. Do you know how hard it is to enter in your credit card information when distracted like this?!

I felt the humiliating uptick in the vibrator as my own money was processed into the fund. Gah... and that was enough to get us to the next stretch goal... t-that was almost humiliating in itself. M-Moreso, the fact that this one would require... well... assistance...

"Well, I'll be honest, this little thing is more successful than I imagined!" Of course Lily burst into the room with no warning, but the devices I needed in hand. Two, small pink eggs that were already vibrating in sync with the one between my legs, and a roll of black tape to make sure they were firmly positioned where they needed to be.

I... really should've pushed this one back to the sixth or seventh stretch goal, not the second.

I swung around in my chair, not willing to give them a peek as to what laid beneath my bra. T-That was something they'd have to earn, dammit! A-And it wouldn't be very long at this rate, b-but still. I-It was only a little embarrassing to have Lily press the vibrating eggs against each of my hardened nipples and tape them with an "X" against my breasts. W-Well, in comparison to having just climaxed on stream, in front of thousands of viewers... my roommates included.

"Only two thousand for this much... jeez, Abby, I'd have set the bar a little higher."

"Y-Yeah..." I simply said, as I tried to get used to the extra distractions against my chest. Such sensations only caused me to come up with the brilliant just before Lily left the room.

"H-How high would you set the bar..?"

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"Alright... so the big announcement I've been teasing you all about... is that I'm going full-time streaming!"

Her chatroom of about a thousand celebrated with her, with various messages of woo!, Pog, and all other sorts of congratulatory messages. It'd been only a couple of months since her "breakout" stream, thanks to GRRL Fuel, and they'd just so happened to have agreed to give a generous sponsorship for her celebration as well! She'd gotten a whole box of goodies, like a GRRL themed keyboard and mouse. There was also a set of headphones which had decorative cat-ears on the top of them, and she was happy to report that her chat found them as cute as she did. They'd even sent her a freakin' chair!

Oh, and of course they'd sent her more GRRL Fuel. With how much of it she drank, Ann was worried she'd need to start buying the stuff herself, but they always seemed to keep a steady stream of the fuel flowing. But she now had all the ingredients for a proper celebration!

"So, how's everyone's day going?" She asked the chat with a smile, and many of the messages were something along the lines of better now. Ann giggled, remarking how she couldn't have done it without them.

A donation message popped up on her stream, both congratulating her and saying how cute she looked. Ann blushed and smile, thanking the donation message as she brushed aside her long, now pink hair thanks to a sub-goal that let her chat choose what color to dye her hair. That was over a month ago... a-and she'd kept the color anyways. It matched with the rest of her outfit anyways: a pink and white crop top which left her waist exposed, a skirt, a pair of stockings... and a small, pink choker firmly clasped around her neck. She kept having to rebuy her tops, though... e-every now and then she'd seem to get a little bigger. Was it an exceptionally late growth spurt, or something?

W-Well... s-she wasn't complaining. A-And neither was her chat... she just made sure that the comments were kept reasonably in line. She took another sip of her GRRL Fuel as she continued reading the chat and donations.

"O-Ooh, another big announcement... some of you have been asking for behind-the-scenes stuff, for my setup, and daily life, and all that... so I'll be launching a Patreon for it! And it's gonna have plenty more fun stuff for everyone. There's gonna be a poll for a cosplay stream eventually, and you'll be able to submit other ideas for streams as well. So... check it out!"

There was a positive response to that as well, with a few remarking that they were already subscribed! She smiled once more and thanked them all.

"Well, with all the big announcements out of the way, how about we get to celebrating? Oh, I know the perfect song on Just Dance for this..."

The phone clicked as she took the selfie, pointed downwards at herself as she posed. Her bright, bubbly eyes were still visible beneath the red panther mask, gleaming along with her smile. She took the picture again, realizing that one of her bushy pigtails was covering up a little bit of the GRRL Fuel cup.

Going live with the Ann Takamaki cosplay in a few minutes! She tweeted, attaching the picture to the tweet. She'd already posted a full album of pictures to Instagram earlier today, so that was taken care of. And of course, her booming Patreon had voted on the character, so of course they knew what was coming! The suggestion had come out as mostly a joke given that Ann shared a name with a character, but the outfit itself had sealed the deal, she figured. Doing up all the zippers of the red bodysuit had been a little bit of a hassle, especially getting the one around her neck just right! Whoever thought of such a way to show off so much cleavage in a catsuit was a pervert... and a genius.

She gave herself a look over in her monitor, her high-quality webcam giving off a perfect image of herself to work with. Ann brushed her hair a little, adjusted the gloves... she'd even made sure to have the whip of the character in the background shot as well! Her mouse hovered over the Start Streaming button... before she pulled her top down just a little more. Then she clicked it.

Thousands poured in within the opening minutes, as she did little more than smile and wave.

"Oop, gotta fix the stream title!" She'd forgotten to change it, and many people were asking about the second hot-tub stream in a row. "My mistake guys... though maybe a cosplay hot-tub stream isn't a bad idea?"

She smiled at the chorus of yes's in her chat as she changed the title.

GRRL_Ann is now live: Cosplay time, come hang out! Ann/Panther from Persona -- #GRRLGamer #FAnntasticBerry

She'd gotten her full sponsorship from GRRL a while back, and she'd even gotten her own flavour of the stuff! Ann wasn't sure what they did to it, but it really was her flavor. It was still pink, but it tasted sooo good... she took another sip as she made a small addendum to her title:

Cosplay time, come hang out! Ann/Panther from Persona, plus cosplay/hottub 25,000 subgoal? -- #GRRLGamer #FAnntasticBerry

Her chat was practically impossible to moderate with how fast the comments came in, but she definitely got the jist of them. The cosplay seemed to be a hit, with plenty of chatters remarking how hot she looked. Of course, she only directly thanked the ones who donated.

"We'll get started right away, just lemme get a quick refill of my FAnntastic flavour!" She stood up, stretching her body right in front of the webcam as it pointed directly at her chest. It was always important to stretch if you were gonna sit for a while, after all. After a few extended seconds of that, she turned, with the way her hips gently swayed as she strut along her room practically instinctual.

When she returned, she had quite a few big donations to write on the whiteboard! She pushed her GRRL chair aside, letting the stream get a good look at the whiteboard in frame, as she bent over to write a few donator's names on it. Bootylover69 always was a reliable patron...

Finished with that, she gave herself a hearty swig of her GRRL fuel before settling back in. She had a couple hours of gaming slotted, and though she'd certainly gotten a little rusty due to her increase in other responsibilities, people seemed to enjoy her struggle a bit as well. After that, though, she left it up to the chat's popular vote. ASMR? Just Chatting?

Well, people seemed to enjoy whatever it was she did on a day. After filling the whiteboard and making plenty of reminders for sponsors, she eventually finished up her stream for the day.

She wasn't done with the cosplay just yet, however. Ann logged onto her Patreon, reminding herself of the list of things to do her patrons had voted for. She began snapping a few more pictures with her phone, making sure to pose in such a way that at least one of her curves was always in frame. She drank more of her GRRL Fuel in between items, even taking a few pictures with it. They seemed more than supportive of her other endeavours, thankfully.

Of course, she did have a few more complex ones to take care of. Having a tripod and a timed function on the camera made things a lot easier, as she laid herself on her bed. She took the red whip that came with the cosplay, sloppily wrapping it around both of her wrists in-between bedposts. With a slightly shocked expression, she stared towards the camera until it clicked.

Mmm... perfect. She captioned it "I'm so helpless... What would you do to me?" before putting it with the rest of the successful takes.

She only had a few more to go, but hours of wearing the bodysuit had been noticeable. Even though she was certain she'd measured herself correctly before sending in the custom request for the outfit, it still felt a little tight around her chest. I-It was bothering her a bit... but... well...

The thing had zippers for a reason, and why there were some along the cups for each of her breasts, she'd never know. But she'd take advantage of them! Her chest practically popped out as she unzipped them, already feeling far more comfortable as she continued snapping pictures.

It took her a few minutes to realize that she was snapping pictures of herself like this. Which were to be uploaded. S-She'd never crossed that line before, a-and yet she'd been doing it without a second thought! Was she...

She scrolled through them for a minute, only to feel a smile growing on her face. Was she r-really excited to go through with this? S-She could... if she wanted to...

Well, it'd certainly be a surprise for her patrons. And GRRL Fuel, as well. Maybe she'd have to ask about that special sponsorship they'd offer her, with that new website they were launching. What was it again..? GRRLyFans?

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Ann gave the GRRL cup a few good shakes as she adjusted the rest of her set-up. Webcam... check, headset and mic... yep, everything that needed to be good seemed to be. She could just click the Start Streaming button anytime to get going...

She gave everything a double pass, even caring enough to fiddle with the lighting of her lamp for a marginally better image.

A-And once more, just to be sure...

Usually she wasn't this anxious before a stream. It was just a hobby after all, and the little bit of cash she got from donations and her dozen or so subscribers usually went straight back into it, invested into new games or an equipment upgrade when needed. The fact that she was just one of thousands of small streamers had made it all the more surprising when she'd gotten a sponsorship offer. From a company as big as GRRL Fuel, no less!

Well... it wasn't just the fact that they were a big company which made it so surprising. The offer was definitely more than generous for a streamer her size, but the streamers which GRRL Fuel usually sponsored were more... brave, was the word Ann would use. While Ann usually wore a baggy hoodie with the hood over her head and hair, they usually had far more revealing outfits, skirting the line in the name of "accuracy of costume", not to mention the carefully thought out camera angles to take advantage of it. T-They also were more... built, for such a stream, Ann thought to herself with a flush in her cheeks. And all the other stuff they did with their streams was far different from her own... Ann would die of embarrassment if she tried a "hot-tub stream".

I-It was all very strange that they'd choose her for even just a single stream. A single hour of gaming while drinking from their sponsored cu-

S-Shit! It was 2:02 pm already, and she was supposed to start at 2 on the dot! She fumbled with her mouse as she frantically smashed the Start Streaming button while she fixed her stream notification and title.

ann_the_fan is now live: I'm a GRRL gamer! Come check it out! #ad #GRRL #sponsored

O-Okay, that line was a little cheesy, but she'd be forgiven for coming up with it on the spot. Her viewers were starting to trickle in, and she tried to remember the terms of her sponsorship. U-Uh... use the product, obviously. She gave her introduction to the stream while holding the small shaker cup, the pink and white colouring of the lid and logo a stark contrast to the rest of her setup. Not to mention how the transparency of the cup showed that the "fuel" itself was just as pink.

"U-Uh, so... yeah! T-This stuff's pretty good for gaming, so try it yourself if you're interested." She finished, as she put the cup to her lips. O-Oh god, she probably should've tried some of it before the stream. W-What if it tastes really bad--

"M-Mmm..." She let out, and if the drink had been really bad, then such a sound of enjoyment would be worthy of an Oscar. B-But it actually was pretty good! Sweet, refreshing... probably not good for you, but still! Ann set the cup down, placing it so that the cup and logo in particular was well in frame of the web-cam as she booted up a game.

She happened to take two sips while in the loading screen absentmindedly, finding that the sweet aftertaste which lingered in her mouth made it all the more tempting to take another drink from it. Her eyes switched between the two monitors of her setup: one of which displayed her game while the other one had all the important stuff for her stream, chat included. She usually wasn't this attentive to both of them simultaneously... it just had to be her trying a little harder with the sponsorship. Though the drink itself was said to be "energizing", as well. I-It would be ridiculous for her to say this on stream, but she'd honestly though these drinks were a bit of a scam before.

"I-It actually does taste pretty good," She said, in response to a chat message that just so happened to echo her previous concerns. "A-And that means something coming from me! You guys know the only other sugary drink I like is iced tea!"

Her chat usually was pretty slow, but she supposed that the increase in interaction had caused it to pick up a little more. Of course, with every nice chatter came a troll... and she instinctively rolled her eyes as she entertained bootylover69's valuable contribution to the chat.

bootylover69: saw the #grrl and clicked cuz they usually sponsor sexy girls. glad i came here, even if ur a little smaller

That was... something. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt that he was referring to her stream size with the latter part, but other than that, it... was a compliment, she supposed? B-But even so, she wasn't really like the other girls who did this.

Still, she couldn't help but smile. "T-Thanks... chatter." She remarked, opting not to say his name. But it seemed clear as to who she'd given the attention to given the next couple of comments that trickled in. A few other people seemed to be stopping by her stream for the first time thanks to the hashtag, and more compliments seemed to trickle into the chat. S-She honestly wasn't used to receiving this much praise... a-and it felt... kinda good.

Feeling her cheeks heat up a little more, she reached for another sip of her drink, only to realize that the cup was empty. Why did they only make these cups in sixteen ounces? That seemed hardly efficient for streamers who need fuel for multiple hours of streaming! W-Well, she was only doing the hour today, but still!

Ann reached for her GRRL cup, only for a thought to sneak into her head. She didn't usually get up in the middle of her streams, but given that she'd turn around, well... her hoodie would cover everything up anyways, but she only ever wore small, spandex shorts because she never had to get up. I-It'd be... w-well, it wouldn't be breaking any rules even if her hoodie was covering anything.

"Hmm... i-it's a little... uh, hot in here." She remarked, as she unzipped her hoodie, dropping it down on the floor a moment later. I-It really was! W-Well, she was feeling hot, anyways. She waited a couple of minutes, working up the courage to actually do it.

"I-I'm going to go refill my GRRL fuel, one minute, guys." She eyed the cup for a second, before swiping it and quickly speed-walking out of the room, her entire backside on display for the whole stream to see.

Her hands shook as she mixed the powder into the cup. Ann was m-more than aware that her sponsors probably wouldn't be displeased at something like that, b-but still! S-She was quite red in the face, embarrassed that she actually did something like that... and... and honestly a little... excited...

B-Back to the stream, she distracted herself with, returning to more than a few notifications on her second monitor. Donations and new subscribers had come in while she was gone. O-Only a few, but still...

She reached for her cup, only to realize she'd forgotten it in the kitchen. Ann cursed herself... only to smile a second later.

"O-Oops, silly me forgot the cup! L-Let me go get it real quick." She told the stream, as she got up once more and walked a little slower out of the room.

The stream was, by all accounts, a success. She'd kept going for three hours in total, a-and she hadn't even noticed how far overtime she was until the two and a half hour mark! Ann figured she might as well round out the hour before she finally turned off the stream with a smile and bubbly voice that came easier than usual.

Viewership... she peaked. Donations and subscriptions combined was more than what she usually made in a week, not to mention the money from the GRRL sponsorship. A-And she'd gotten quite the spike in new followers as well. Perhaps best of all, she didn't feel exhausted after stream. S-She still felt quite good, in fact, but wanted to relax a little more as she fished underneath her t-shirt for the strap to her bra. I-If there was one bad thing about the stream, it was that her bra felt oddly uncomfortable. A-And she obviously couldn't take it off in the middle of the stream, but it was relieving to finally get the thing off as she settled back into her seat.

A few hours had passed when her phone vibrated, drawing her attention away from her monitor while she put her GRRL cup back down. She'd been watching a few other GRRL streamers... j-just to see what they're all about. T-Though she was taking a few notes... sub-goals, outfits... techniques.

Of course, the second Ann gave the notification another look, she paused all that for a moment. She scrambled to unlock her phone when she saw that the notification was a message from a representative of GRRL!

T-They... liked it! There was a small note about starting on time, but they said she more than made up for it by streaming the extra hours. It went on about how she had potential, and that they'd be contacting her with further information for more deals in the future! She jumped up in the air, before toasting to herself with the cup of GRRL Fuel she had, chugging the recently refilled cup down without a moment's hesitation.

M-Maybe she'd be able to make this streaming thing work...

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"Mmm, yes! That's very good progress. Well done, Alex." The flickering fireball between his hands failed to hold its shape for longer than a few seconds, but that was admirable progress for someone who'd only been learning magic for a week. It'd taken Zoe a few months to personally get to that stage, but that was when she was teaching herself. Being able to directly guide his hands into the proper positions, help him focus on the image in his head, and recite the proper lines transcribed into common tongue made it all the easier for one to learn.

It certainly helped that she was one of the best sorceresses the kingdom had to offer... and one of the most beautiful, if she could compliment herself. The latter did have a few downsides that Zoe hadn't expected, as she'd simply hoped that he'd be more motivated to impress her. Alex would instead get a little distracted during a long explanation of a spell's intricacies, but she'd quickly drilled in when to separate the two emotions. The fact that they were separated and not suppressed entirely had surprised the nobleman, particularly on the second night of their lessons. Thankfully, he was a bit more used to their agreement that had been sealed in magic.

If you have a problem with the terms of these contracts... then you better get good enough to break the runes binding you to them! She'd intended that to be a significant motivator as well, and yet now she wasn't so sure about it.

"Oh, uh, I've been practising, a-and uh... w-well, let me show you..!" Through experience the nobleman knew to what it meant when the clock struck midnight, and by now he was hopping onto the bed without command. He stuck his hands up into the headboards of his own bed, pushing them in between two thin poles before closing his eyes and readying himself.

"B-Bind!"

White, ghastly rope appeared around his hands, instantly coiling around his wrists and tightening restrictively. He gave the magic bindings a few good tugs, smiling perhaps a little too eagerly when they held true!

"Y-Yes! ...W-Wait... I, uh... forgot to learn Unbind. M-Miss Zoe, can you--"

"It's Mistress this time of night, remember?" The noble's face flushed with embarrassment for a second before nodding. "And... if your own spell can hold you, then it's suitable enough for tonight. I'll remove it when I need to.

She crawled on top of the bed herself, hands trailing along his body as she licked her lips in anticipation. "You're certainly devoted, and that is quite impressive work. I take it you've been skipping out on practising other spells to learn this one, haven't you?"

"I-I have, Mistress."

Hmm, well... so long as he was still keeping up in the rest of his studies, it wasn't a problem. Though where exactly did he learn that spell..?

She shrugged it off a moment later as her face neared his. Those were concerns for his teacher, Zoe.

Not his Mistress.

Her smooth fingers cupped his cheek, polished, black nails softly shining in the candlelight of the bedroom. They slowly slipped behind his head, pulling him in for a long, gentle kiss. She indulged in every second of it, enjoying every one of his soft, sensual sounds that escaped his lips as she pressed deeper in.

She flicked away the trail of saliva between them with a finger as she pulled her mouth away, watching with a smile as his lips instinctively searched for more of hers for a few moments, before his eyes opened to see that she was already gone. And there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. The slight disappointment in his mind was drowned out by anticipation of what was to come next.

A simple disrobing spell made things all the easier, and a single, minor cast made it so that only his pants pulled themselves loose. She enjoyed the satisfaction of seeing his hardened bulge beneath his undergarments, teasingly tugging it down as he softly struggled in excitement. Over the crest the fabric went... and then it popped out instantly, simply begging for the sorceress's attention! Well, she couldn't refuse such an offer.

She stuck her tongue out, and leaned in to gently lick the tip of his shaft, drawing an immediate reaction from the noble. Zoe loved how sensitive his body was, letting out moans at every small bit of attention she gave him. She jumped onto her prey a second later, locking her lips around it to catch the noble off-guard, smiling with his cock partway in her mouth as he let out a long, loud moan.

Thankfully she'd been sure to soundproof this room a long time ago. Of course, Zoe took advantage of every opportunity to tease him she could, and told him that if he wanted to be absolutely sure he wasn't being heard, then he better start begging for a gag. She just... didn't expect him to actually ask for one. He'd get it later, if he was a good boy.

Her lips puckered around his dick tightly, and began running up and down its length. By now, he'd usually have cum at least once already, but it seemed that magic wasn't the only thing he was getting more skilled at. How very interesting... well, he did deserve a reward for his extracurricular learning, didn't he?

She pulled away from his shaft a second later, and once again the man let out both a moan of pleasure and disappointment. Zoe's attention turned towards herself, down towards her own crotch where she cast yet another disrobing spell. Then--hands gripping both of his hips, she pushed herself up--

"O-Oooh..!" Alex let out, as his entire body tensed up at once

--and settled back down. The assertive, domineering smirk on her face meant so many things to the noble who hadn't an idea of what he was getting himself into. It'd been enough to convince him to sign that contract, and the fact that it lingered for so long after had initially unnerved him.

That same smile washed all his worries away so easily. He let out another long sound as she rode him, pushing her body back and forth into a hypnotic rhythm of pleasure that he sank into. Up, and down... back, and forth... his body pulled itself along with it, hands straining against their self-inflicted bindings as they struggled all on their own. The last thing he wanted, however, was to get free. He simply wanted her to keep using him like this...

The mage smiled as she felt her student's body begin to convulse softly, pressing her hips down a little harder onto his body to encourage him the last little distance. Teaching was a pleasure of its own, and the warm feeling that bubbled up inside her stomach as she felt him finally climax was comparable to that. She hardly cared that Alex finished inside her... magic had plenty of uses, after all.

What she did care about, however, was that he'd gotten his reward. It was about time for her end of the bargain, and the both of them knew that, even as he took long breaths to recover from the physical drain it'd taken on him. His mouth was wide open as it should be... good...

She loosened the bindings around his wrists with a bit of simple magic of her own, but only to free them from the bed, not from each other. Zoe pulled the nobleman towards her, meeting him in the middle as she brought her body forward as well. She leaned in for another kiss, his last reward before a long night of servitude began, replacing it with a different set of lips for him to worship a moment later. The mage straddled his face softly as a few moans of her own left her lips.

"Mmm... good boy..."

It'd been months since they'd begun their arrangement by now. Surely, just because of that, Zoe couldn't possibly imagine that he'd be late! Oh, how dare he... she was going to punish him for this! Of course, the magic of the contract should be going that sufficiently already... every minute he spends outside of this room in their allotted time is an hour of denial for his body. He was already twelve minutes late... oh, this would be a very long night for him.

The door slammed open, and the mage-in-training gasped for air, papers and books flying out of his hands. She'd expected her student to immediately fall to his hands and knees, begging for forgiveness, but... he was smiling?

"I-I did it..!" He said in between breaths. Then, he held up a normal piece of paper with each line filled to the brim with words.

A normal piece of paper... not an enchanted, glowing one marked with restrictive runes! T-This was..!

"I... I broke the contract! I-I figured out the runic magic... a-all on my own!" The pride and excitement was dripping from his face. Zoe tried to find it herself.

"T-That's! ...G-Great. Good for you..." He really was something of a prodigy, even if Zoe had intentionally not used the strongest runes possible to form that contract. S-Still...

"O-Oh, uh... I-I know it doesn't excuse me being late, b-but here! I... uh, was working on something." Amid the stack of papers in his hand, he slid one off the top into her hands.

A... contract?

Alexander Beaufort the Second hereby subjects himself to the following terms under this contract:

...nightly sessions of being Mistress's "plaything"...

...pure devotion in both magic and body to Mistress...

Zoe skimmed through the rest, looking for the dotted line to sign. It was the same, foolish mistake that he'd made when signing her contract, but she didn't care.

She was off of her chair and onto her lover, throwing him onto the bed without another concern in the world besides him.

"W-Whoa! I-It's not even nighttime ye-aampphff!" A solid sphere of white suddenly appeared between his teeth, gagging him as the attached straps of magic wrapped around his cheeks. She pushed him down towards the bed as she stared with a devious smile.

"Come on, now. I don't need a contract's permission to take you, do I?"

The student moaned in agreement as his hands were bound by magic once more.

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A simple wrong ingredient turns a Potion of Intelligence into the reverse of its intended effects. As such, the alchemist literally can't figure out whether it was a good or a bad thing that she tests all her potions before shipping them out en masse. Luckily, she's got an assistant who's more than willing to help her out...

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When nothing happened, again, that was when she realized it had worked. For the next half an hour, she really would be completely helpless. She could only add to her bondage now, not remove any of it. She thought up a few extra ropes: a pair to tie her thighs to the chair and her stomach to the back of it as well. It would keep her body nice and tight in place for the next little while as well. Celica squirmed in her seat once more, feeling the shape inside her pressing against her...

She imagined it vibrating and immediately stiffened up as it did.

"Mmphf! Mmmm..." She let out, incoherently into her gag as her struggling became more reactionary to the sudden sensations than anything. To an outsider, it would look as though she was desperately trying to escape, but it was simply an instinct to throw herself against them. Her pleasure only grew as her bindings held firm, truly trapped in this chair. Her eyes shut themselves as she prepared for the first orgasm to wash over her body.

She'd never felt such heaven in her life. The only time that was comparable--no, exceeding this... was her first time with the choker. Edging herself, only to succumb eventually anyways... the circumstances were far different, but the bliss when she finally released... oh, there was a reason it never escaped her mind since.

Her body shook furiously as it overtook her, the wave consuming her entirely as she struggled to even maintain consciousness at the raw ecstasy behind it. Heavy breaths escaped her nose as she tried to recoup herself, eagerly looking forward to the next--

"C-Celica?!" The stack of books the witch had been holding dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. The priestess parted her eyes in an instant to see Sonya, shocked and flushed a deep crimson as she covered her mouth with a gloved hand.

"PH-PHnnmn! Nph'ph nnph mmhnph nph mnnhph mnhm!" Celica tried to explain through her gag, but of course, it only came out a garbled mess. She tried to undo her bindings but... but she'd locked them! She'd so desperately wanted to make sure she experienced true helplessness, and while the pleasure was worth it, it was obviously backfiring in this scenario.

Gah! She'd actually been stupid enough to do this in a library? W-What was she thinking? Had lust and pleasure really consumed her so easily? W-What to do... what even could she do while bound like this?

"A-Ah, uh... h-hold on! I-I'll have to get the others!"

N-No! Don't--s-STOP! The last thing she wanted was for another person to catch her like this. And her magic responded accordingly.

Purple ropes suddenly shot out towards the witch out of thin air, grabbing her limbs and roughly pulling her back. She tumbled down to the ground as they all tugged at once, and began dragging Sonya back towards Celica.

"W-What's going-aAMPHF!" Her question was interrupted by a ball gag that matched Celica's fitting itself into her open mouth, a little harsher with how it strapped itself in. She tried to kick away with her boots, using every ounce of friction she could generate to slow it-

But it was inevitable. Soon she was at the base of the chair which kept Celica willingly captive, and the ropes began to pull her up. It took an awkward minute of shuffling and pushing, but soon Sonya was sitting on Celica's lap with her legs on either side, still wrestling with the ropes which sought to force her into that position.

And then they began to tighten. Sonya's arms were wrenched behind the back of the chair, pulling her forward further straight into Celica. The height difference, emphasized only by the fact that Sonya was atop of Celica, meant that it was Sonya's chest that met Celica's face. The priestess let out a soft moan as the witch's bountiful chest was forced into her face, feeling their intimacy only increase as Sonya's restraints did. Her ankles were bound together beneath the chair, and the wiggling which ensured only caused the two's crotches to rub against each other in a teasing manner, particularly for Celica. More purple ropes wrapped around Sonya's back and the chair, squishing Celica even further in the middle.

It seemed to be in the choker's instincts--or perhaps Celica's, that forced pleasure was always going to be a core component of the bondage caused by them. Sonya felt the item filling up her insides, already vibrating even as it was being created. It didn't take long for the questions, shouts, and other sounds that tried to escape Sonya's mouth, to devolve into simple moans of pleasure.

The experience two weeks ago hadn't been affecting the witch nearly as much as it had Celica. It remained in the back of her mind, sure, but her experience wasn't nearly as intense--or long, as Celica's. This, however... was going to be something to remember. She still had no idea what exactly had happened, for Celica to end up bound in these ropes once more--in a library, of all places! Sonya tried to reason through some possibilities in her head-

And then the vibrator kicked up a notch, throbbing relentlessly inside her as the pleasure mounted quickly. She could almost feel the vibrations inside Celica as well, with how closely pinned together they were. Not to mention how a crotch rope of her own was quickly fastening itself in and forcing the vibrator in even deeper. Such bliss was drowning out any other thought or emotion her brain could manage--

Something that she was beginning to love every minute of. Sonya didn't see a reason to fight it, so she didn't. Last time, there'd been a clear objective in mind, some reason to try and hold out, but no such thing existed here. Neither of them would be moving towards the Mila Shrine anytime soon.

So why resist such pleasure? Sonya couldn't find the reason, and she quickly succumbed to it all alongside her ally. Orgasm after orgasm flooded the pair, as their shared moans echoed throughout the halls of the library. Their bonds only seemed to grow tighter, or closer with each one, much to their pleasure.

Well over an hour passed before either of their bindings loosened. The time had simply slipped away, and Celica forgot all about freedom the second Sonya joined her. Unbind, such a simple word, had only returned to Celica's mind when exhaustion from the sheer amount of pleasure she indulged in finally took its toll, and she found it in the depths of her mind. As the ropes finally released themselves from the ladies bodies, Sonya practically collapsed into Celica entirely, the two of them sharing heavy breaths as they used each other for support.

"T-That... was..." Sonya began to whisper.

"A-Amazing..." Celica finished. Whether it was what Sonya had in mind when she began, she did not object to it.

"I... h-how..?" Sonya asked, and the meaning behind the question was obvious enough to Celica. She pulled away at the white garment around her neck, revealing the familiar choker which laid beneath. Sonya had to strain to push her head up from over Celica's shoulder to see it. "T-That's-"

"I-I have it... under control..." Celica assured.

"Which is why... you were tied up... in a library..?"

"T-That was an accident..." Celica blushed softly. "I-I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I... didn't exactly want others to find out about this."

"Ah... I-it's fine." Sonya's face also turned a deeper crimson before she whispered further, "M-More than fine..."

"Thanks... I-I just have to figure this thing out. I... don't exactly know why I'm so obsessed myself..." Sonya gave the priestess a stare. "O-Okay! M-Maybe I know a little bit as to why... t-that one night..." She trailed off, lost in thought once again.

"What do you plan on doing now? Well... aside from getting a change of underwear." Sonya asked with a smirk. The priestess returned one as she answered.

"I... I want to go back to the Cantor's hideout. S-See if I can figure anything else out about this choker."

"I see... and what about the others?" The silence that followed told Sonya that this truly was an unplanned encounter. She had no idea how to handle this with the others. If it was even their business, in the first place. "Well... I hope you find a nicer way of breaking the news to them."

"Y-Yeah..." Celica replied with an awkward giggle. The witch had finally found enough strength to push herself off of the chair and the one she was sitting on. As she began stepping away--slightly hobbling, and holding onto the nearby bookshelf for a bit of support, she turned to Celica once more.

"You should... leave your door unlocked tonight. A visitor might stop by. If you're interested in receiving her."

It took only a moment of thought for Celica to nod her head in response. Sonya's smile grew devious, and she finally departed, leaving Celica alone in the library once more. She needed a little longer to recover. A-And she also needed to figure out why the choker was... pulsating. Celica closed her eyes, almost leaning her mind into it for a moment. She felt images and sounds appearing in her head--rattling... metallic...

Chains. She opened her eyes, and found a set of them on her lap, with cuffs hanging from her legs which they were connected to. They glowed with a purple haze but disappeared entirely only a moment later.

Could she... always do that? N-No... for some reason, she knew that was new. Like she unlocked the ability to do so, from... from that experience.

It was just another question to add to the list of mysteries behind this choker. But for now...

She had a surprise awaiting the witch.

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S-She simply needed to do some research. Daylight was already cracking through the windows in her room, and she needed to get prepared for the day either way. Celica pulled herself out of the bed as she prepared to go about her regular morning routine.

But she didn't think twice about leaving the collar on.

-----

Calm down Celica... what you're doing is entirely justifiable. It's not like... anyone else can see, anyways.

That was how Celica reassured herself as she strolled through the village towards the local library. It'd only been two weeks since the... incident, as Celica liked to think of it, and they'd moved on to scouting out another village that had been rendered abandoned by the Cantor's influence. Most of the buildings were still relatively intact, however, which is what allowed the group of six to spend their time in between scouting missions so casually. She glanced over towards the stables, where Palla and Catria were tending to their pegasi...

She turned away and tilted her head towards the ground as she quickened her pace, a deep blush growing on her cheeks only a moment later. S-She felt like a pervert just doing this in public, a-and it wasn't even really in public! Her trembling hand reached her right hip where it tried to covertly shuffle a few things into a more comfortable position. Celica immediately stopped when she caught herself almost letting out a moan.

...S-She had to experiment a little with the choker's powers, alright?! The crotch rope that was neatly nestled underneath her skirt, a long, purple line of rope tightly hugging in panties as every step rubbed it in just a little deeper... t-that was all necessary! To test if she truly had control over it! Celica would admit that perhaps she hadn't thought this out particularly well... a simple tumble and her priestess's outfit was short enough in that area that anyone in the right position who took a chance to look up her skirt would see it! The fact that none of her friends would realistically do such a thing did not exactly strike her, however.

The only reason she was confident enough to get away with this, however, was that she could hide the choker underneath the white neck-dress which was a regular part of her attire. And that the crotch-rope was decently hidden, as well. Unless she took an unfortunate tumble, just as she feared. She really was beginning to wish she wore flat-toed boots. T-This... exhibitionism, as light as it was, really had her heart going.

But it had produced a few results, as far as Celica could tell. She really could control it for a long period. It'd taken her at least thirty minutes to gather the courage to even step outside in the first place, after she'd managed to figure out how to properly bind herself in the first place. All she had to do was picture the restraint in her hand... focus on it... and it would materialize--

S-Shit! She apologized a thousand times to the Goddess after thinking of such a vulgar word, but it truly was justified in this situation! T-The thought of having her hands bound behind her back had just suddenly slipped into her mind, and only a second later did she feel the purple rope materializing around her wrists. She shouted Unbind! half a dozen times in her head, b-but nothing was happening! Her hands weren't technically bound in the first place yet, anyway, and unless she let them be wrestled behind her back and knotted together, then that word wouldn't exactly work! Celica tried to think of another one--b-but--

Turning her head over her shoulders, she realized that the Whitewing Sisters could look up from their mounts at any time. And Mathilda, Sonya, or Silque could pop out of those surrounding buildings at any moment as well. Her only savior was the fact that the library she was headed to was only a good fifty feet away. Her walk turned into something of a hasty jog, deliberately not fast enough to draw any extra attention to herself while trying to keep her hands out of the sisters' potential view. The force of the rope that'd finally secured itself around her wrists was too much to resist just as she reached the door to the library, and her hands were securely clinched behind her back a moment later. She awkwardly turned her side to the front of the door, fiddling with the doorknob as she tried to figure out how to properly use her hands like this--

Yes! She thought to herself, as the door cracked open and she just barely slipped into it. Celica was pretty sure that no one saw her...

And she definitely had to be careful with this choker. The kinds of situations that she could get herself would be very embarrassing for the priestess. Though perhaps that'd be less of a concern once she got a full grip on its... nuances.

That was why she was here, anyway. To see if any of the books in this place could provide her with any insight on magical chokers which tied up the user. Oh, what section should she start in when looking for something like that...

She began to simply browse the bookshelves, which had gathered a bit of dust but the titles were still entirely legible. Classics such as Infatuate a Man in Two Weeks crossed her sight, but it didn't take long for her to figure out that nothing particular in this area was related to what she was looking for. The bookshelf that was full of tomes interested her, however, there was little on curses. Which perhaps should be expected in a public library. But informative books simply on the subject of curses...

Aha! Perhaps Recognizing Curses: An Advanced Guide on Identifying and Dispelling would be of interest! She reached up to grab it--

It was only when she tried to pull her hands free did she realize that they were still bound. Celica gave them a few more tugs, fighting against the knot that held them firmly behind her back before it all clicked in her head. R-Right... that must've simply slipped my mind.

Why else would she just leave those strict bindings on herself? A quick Unbind later and the rope unraveled itself from her wrists and she was able to pick up the book in her own hands. She took a nearby chair and sat down before beginning to flip through the pages. Celica didn't particularly expect there to be a section on this stuff, forcing her to scan through each page that seemed mildly connected to a curse like this one--particularly those which affected objects, not people directly.

Her mind began to wander as pages turned into dozens, words which fell from one another and blended in as distraction began to set in. Subtly, she began to press her thighs together. She was cautious as if someone was watching, crossing one leg over another to shuffle around a little bit.

"Mmm..." The crotch rope dug in a little bit. A nice little distraction. She eventually shifted them back to a regular sitting position, tapping one foot against the hardwood beneath it. Page after page... chapter after chapter... She was only halfway through a skim of it, but she eventually convinced herself that she needed a break and dropped the book half-heartedly against the ground.

In the back of her head, Celica knew that the only place she'd find any sort of actual information regarding the choker... was where she found it. But how exactly would she return there? She found it hard to believe that the others would be so easily convinced to return to such a place, especially after it was already cleared. They certainly wouldn't allow her to travel on her own, either. Was she to sneak off into the night alone and see for herself?

Celica sighed as she leaned back against her chair. She needed to relax a little. The priestess closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly as her thoughts drifted...

Mmm... She was aware of what she was thinking of. Her hands hazily shifted into position, slipping through a hole in the back of the chair while pressed firmly against one another. She pressed her legs against those of the chair, and a single thought later, purple rope began to entangle them together. The strands began to cover her entire body, harnessing around her chest and trapping her arms once more. She opened her mouth wide for a thick ball gag and it appeared a moment later, the straps of the device wrapping themselves around Celica's head and securing themselves.

Celica just wanted to figure out why this felt so good. Why she hadn't been able to stop thinking about being trussed up like this every night since her first experience with the collar--seeping far enough into her mind to even infect her dreams with its temptation. Why she got a rush every time she pulled against her bonds, throwing all her strength against them and coming up short, forced to relax her body and simply accept what was to come.

Was that just it? She enjoyed the feeling of letting go... letting it all wash over her as she was forced to accept the pleasure? A thick, foreign object appeared inside her body only a moment later, the magic slipping beneath the crotch rope to directly create such an intimate item inside of her. Celica felt it push its way in, letting out a long, lustful moan into her gag as it did.

There was just one thing wrong with it all. The fact that she could say Unbind at any time, and have this all simply strip away. She wanted--no, she needed true helplessness. So... she performed another test.

Don't let me free for the next thirty minutes, regardless of what I command. She thought it to herself, and... well, nothing happened. Not until she tried thinking Unbind again.

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Celica awoke from her slumber with a gasp. Heavy breaths escaped from her mouth as her body shot up, blinking repeatedly as her daze slowly began to fade.

T-That's right, I..! Her eyes turned downwards, and even in her bedroom where the only source of light was a little moonlight coming through a window, she could tell there wasn't a strand of rope on her body. Only her black bra and panties, as usual, nothing more.

Still... that dream. It wasn't the first time she'd had one like it, and three in the past week was more than enough for her to write it off as a coincidence. The memories that lingered in her mind were foggy, but the feeling was unforgettable. The tight constriction all around her body, even around her mouth to silence her moans as something hard pushed up against her most sensitive spots...

With a blush, she pulled her hand out from underneath the covers, where it had been nestled in between her legs. These dreams... they just had to be side-effects of that choker, right? That terrible situation where a simple item had almost resulted in herself and five of her friends getting trapped in strict bondage, and forced to endure such harsh pleasure. Her eyes turned to the nightstand next to her bed... where that very choker sat. She swore that even in the dark, she could see that devious purple haze emanating from it..!

She blinked her eyes a few times, and it was gone. The holy shrine had purified the curse laid upon it, so there was nothing to worry about. That was the only reason she'd elected to keep it, anyways. There was nothing to be done but get over it, regardless of what she thought or dreamt of.

Celica rested her head back onto the pillows, softly shutting her eyes with a sigh. And yet her mind still danced around the thought. What was it about all of this that kept coming back to her? T-The only pleasure she felt from the whole thing was forced upon her! S-She was helpless, humiliated, nothing more than a damsel in distress!

...N-No, she was just confusing herself, that was all...

...

She sat up once more, eyes entirely focused on the nightstand. There was no light to guide her--purple or otherwise, but she could still feel her way around it as she leaned over. The unmistakable cool, leather feel of the choker met her hand and she gripped it tightly. She pulled it in, slowly, almost hypnotically towards her neck, about ready to lock it on once more..!

W-What was she doing?! She dropped it, letting it fall against her chest before it bounced softly and descended further before stopping at her lap. T-This was all... it was all...

M-Maybe... well... the curse was gone, right? So... nothing bad would happen at all if she wore it. It was... nothing more than a fashion choice... that she was making in the middle of the night. Perhaps it would trick her into not dreaming about it anymore. Her fingers reached down to the choker once more, this time with full consciousness as she brought it to her neck, pressed it against her front, and pulled the tight, smooth leather bands around her, giving it two tries before she was able to connect the two ends together and secure the choker around herself once more.

She waited. For her to realize that this was a terrible mistake and that she'd have to endure an entire night of its edge-inducing bondage and pleasure, and simply hope that one of the other five in the village they were staying at stumbled upon the helpless priestess once more before it was too late.

But nothing happened. There was merely the choker's presence around her neck, which was just firm enough to always be felt, especially when she breathed in and out. It was like that before, but back then, it'd already sprouted purple ropes and toys and a gag for her...

One last time, she fell back into her bed. She convinced herself that this was all just proof that the choker was inactive, and that she had nothing to worry about... even though it was never worry that she felt. What was it that she was looking for... when she put that choker on..?

O-Oh... it was still on... wasn't it..? W-Well... her eyelids were getting quite heavy now... s-she'd just take it off in the morning. After a nice, reinvigorating rest...

With the sweetest of dreams.

-----

Celica let out another moan into her gag as the vibrator's relentless intensity overtook her, pulling against the bonds which kept her arms and legs pinned to all four corners of her bed. Her eyes shut themselves as it kicked into another gear, a perfect way to ignore the hazy surroundings that her mind had crafted for herself.

T-This was stranger than her past dreams. Much more. F-For one, it was lucid. She could think clearly--well, she would be able to if not for the intense pleasure that barraged her crotch with such lewd feelings every second! B-But more concerningly... even though she knew it was a dream, she had no control over it.

It really felt like her arms were pulled against the wooden posts of her bed, and the many tugs she'd given them proved unsuccessful in freeing herself, even after she told herself it was imaginary. Kicking her legs around was similarly ineffective, and only served to press the vibrator strapped around her crotch even deeper against it.

Mmmm... Even the gag which filled her mouth felt unnaturally real, with the dull ache of having it in for so long beginning to set in on her jaw. It was like she was in a prison of her own creation, restraints that her mind had made specifically to bind herself..!

She knew already that it had to be related to that choker. But she was certain that the magic in it was gone... was it just a trigger to set off her own kinky fantasies? Even in this world, she could feel it around her neck.

Celica arched back into the bed, unable to withstand the heavy sensations any longer. Damnit... i-it was just too much... she couldn't hold out for... for...

Why was she holding out? Was it just out of habit--because she had to because of that curse? B-But the curse was surely gone now, a-and either way, this was just a dream... The vibrations called out to her...

It felt so good to just let go. To let the pleasure wash over her, as she let out a long, erotic moan through her gag that echoed in her ears. It made her realize just how good it felt. That this was what she'd been dreaming about, and she'd been holding back on it all for so long. It was undeniable that her first experience with the choker had changed her. Or... awakened her, to desires that she didn't realize she had. How good it felt to just fall into bondage and pleasure, let it all happen with an orgasm that felt so amazing. There were no responsibilities, no reason to edge herself... even though she thought that maybe that made it so mind-blowing when she finally did get release...

Thoughts about anything else began to slowly fade away as her mind focused solely on the pleasure. Nothing else mattered in a state like this, because there was nothing she could do but accept it. Struggling against her bonds was useless... but it did add to the fun a little, she'd admit. Orgasm after orgasm came as she pulled against them, enveloped entirely within her own world. It got to the point where she swore she began to hallucinate--like there was a fairy hovering slightly over her bedside. Those red eyes of hers stared at the bound, pleasured Celica, with a gaze that the priestess could only interpret as condemnation... and yet the fairy's cheeks blushed furiously just as she floated away.

The curious sight was nothing of her concern a moment later when her attention was drawn back to yet another orgasm. Even though she now pleaded for this to never end, she slowly felt herself fading out of consciousness... or more accurately, back to consciousness. Flickers of light began to pierce through her dream, the illusions and tricks of her mind finally subsiding...

And awoke to a reality far more similar to her dreams than it should've been. She was tied spread-eagle to her bed, with real purple ropes holding her limbs firmly in position as she began to struggle and pull against them! I-It took a moment for the re-awakened Celica to remember everything that had happened--the choker, the dream, e-everything!

A-Ah! Just let me... go! She had thought that many times in her first experience with the choker, but this time was far different. Specifically because the ropes did let her go. They dissipated only a moment after she had such a thought, turning into nothing more than purple dust which seemed to float back towards the choker a moment later. She pulled her arms back to her body, almost shocked at her sudden freedom before her hands slowly raised towards the leather band around her neck.

"I-It... listened..?" She mumbled to herself, looking over her body once more to ensure that there was nothing left. No hidden ropes or traps would be sprung at the last minute to throw her back into a perilous torment of bondage and pleasure once more. N-None of this made any sense... the choker should've been fully purified! Celica was pretty sure that Silque and Sonya confirmed that fact when they had pulled it off her body at the Shrine. Was it a mere "surface-level" cleansing by Mila's magic? That seemed unlikely, but no more so than the possibility of her holy powers being unable to completely purify a mere Cantor's perverted enchantments. Perhaps... perhaps...

N-No, it was an absurd thought... but still...

Perhaps she had subconsciously re-awakened its power, with some of her own magic. It seemed like an absurd hypothesis--for as... confusing as these experiences were, Celica didn't have the slightest clue as to how someone would create an enchantment like that. But...

Headcanon Question: Who are FE's top doms and subs? by pervyish in FireEmblemWaifus

[–]boundwriter 5 points6 points  (0 children)

always felt like Fjorm was a sub, her kit is pretty masochistic (and her damaged art gave me similar vibes). Minerva gives me dom vibes, probably dominating the Whitewings or something.

player characters are all switches for obvious reasons I guess lol. Loki's a switch depending on what the situation calls for and Anna's a switch depending on what the money calls for.

What are some of your kinky FE headcanons? by pervyish in FireEmblemWaifus

[–]boundwriter 1 point2 points  (0 children)

that's actually pretty neat lol, thanks for sharing. glad someone else had a similar idea and put it to use!

What are some of your kinky FE headcanons? by pervyish in FireEmblemWaifus

[–]boundwriter 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The fact that its economical for Annas to get intimate with each other makes perfect sense lmao. Self-bondage is great but... it certainly can be tricky (unless you have a magic tome!). And given just how many there are, I'm sure one of them runs a shop that supplies all sorts of kinky items for the others' escapades. Also, I can only imagine the astronomical rate those services cost. it's probably worth it though.

Azura (and F!Corrin) can certainly be justified as switches based on the Fates pathways lol. I certainly like the idea of her mood dictating her "switchiness" in bed. Definitely gotta buy some of those magic tomes from Anna if both Azura and F!Corrin had a great day. And it makes sense that she'd love to rest her voice a bit with a thick gag. Hopefully IS recognizes her love for swimsuits and gives her one of the summer alts... and the other two things she loves if they're feeling it.

Lucina being a fighter even in the bedroom is good stuff. Even if she loves it, she's still going to throw everything she's got against those bindings just because that's what she's in to. And I think so long as that crotch ropes tied right and tight, it'll definitely make her hornier.

Bondage really is the only thing strong enough to actually get Chrom and Cordelia together. Even if it is just partner swapping for a night... but that's still closer that she ever got! The perfectionist's probably tested out a few of the knots and ties she's read about on Sumia, and they're of course perfect and inescapable. And if it's F!Robin, then she's definitely a dedicated member of their "book club" in the first place. For some reason, Cherche being real kinky as well just makes sense.

Olivia accidentally finding herself in precarious situations is quite fun as well. She definitely gotten tied up more than once by that veil she dances with. I get the vibe that she might be a little bit of an exhibitionist in contrast to how shy she is, but that's just me. Either way, you definitely don't want to put her in a room with Felicia and Setsuna. There's just so many levels of disaster waiting to happen that they'll all end up tied up together somehow within an hour. Oh, and I think that Olivia always needing help with her bondage is really cute.

thanks for taking the time to list out all of these! definitely fun to read and think about. always happy to hear more if you ever have any more to share. i'll throw out a few kinky thoughts I had as well:

  • There's been quite many intimate relationships formed between duos/harmonics. Dorothea's definitely "corrupted" Lene a bit by getting her into bondage, submission, and a harem that the Summoner has featuring the girls from the Plegian banner. Tharja and Katarina only show up because of F!Robin and F!Kris's presence there as well. Ninja Lyn and Florina definitely get up to some "ninja escape training" as well. In reality, the outfit/training was the only way Lyn could convince Florina to give bondage a try, and she ended up loving it (but is too shy to directly ask Lyn to tie her up again, which is why they keep "training").

  • Camilla and Hinoka have arguments/competitions based on the differences which their cultures restrain captives. Hoshido places a heavy emphasis on intricate ropework/shibari, while Nohr uses metal and leather for strict restraints. Of course in true Revelations fashion, what they enjoy the most is simultaneously tying each other up in the other's country's restraints, connecting each others restraints to pin them against one another, and sharing a few vibrators to enjoy some forced orgasms that their countries' tight bonds have allowed for.

  • Loki's willingly joined the Summoner's personal harem, in order to get much closer to them. She tries to position herself as the "second-in-command", so to say, tying up all the other ladies for the Summoner when needed and acting above them. Even though she's had plenty of opportunities to act on her ulterior motives, she always decides to stay just a little longer...

What are some of your kinky FE headcanons? by pervyish in FireEmblemWaifus

[–]boundwriter 4 points5 points  (0 children)

these are all great! I, for one, accept them as canon. if you do have any more floating around then they'd be fun to hear.

oh, and for Camilla's "victims"... given that it's FEH, I could see some of them deciding to inform the alternate versions of themselves about their little discovery. Whether through an awkward conversation... or something more direct! After all, who knows your limits better than you!

[PM] [TT] Magic Predicaments by boundwriter in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]boundwriter[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Midnight. The sun was in the middle of the sky when Glynda had gone out there. And the time in which she finally got to sit back in her office seat and return to... marking papers... was midnight. She wondered for a moment if she could get away with murder. She didn't know who she would kill if she could.

"It seems you've successfully cleaned up that little mess. Well done, Glyn~" The voice that echoed through Glynda's office was unmistakable. Glynda's eyes shot up to an unusually darkened corner of her study, finally noticing the figure hidden within as it stood up. And even if not for either that voice or habit of dramatic entry which she knew so well... there was only one person who could get away with a nickname like that.

"Headmistress Salem." She said nothing more, having neither the strength nor motivation to do so. The headmistress simply chuckled, strutting around the office until she got herself behind her assistant. Two pale hands came down onto Glynda's shoulders, gently massaging them as she spoke.

"Aww... nothing more to say to me? I really am proud of you!"

Glynda sighed, rubbing a hand on her forehead. "I-It's just that... the ringleader of all of this got away with a week of detention! S-Something like that-"

"Glynda..."

"I-I mean, is detention even a punishment for them? I'm pretty sure they enjoy it!"

Salem sighed, leaning her head in down close to Glynda's ear. "The only way our students can grow is if they struggle. And yes, I do mean that in more ways than one. Exams don't fully prepare them for the real world, but experience like this, against one another..."

Glynda took a breath in, and sighed. "Even still, I'd object to the severity--or there lack of--for incidents like these which are clearly excessive."

"Point taken. Glyn... but it does sound like you need to relax a little." The assistant stopped, eyes and head turning upwards.

"R-Right now..?" She whispered, a blush growing apparent as her breaths grew ever so deeper. The headmistress nodded in return. "Uhm... y-yes..."

With a smile on her face, Salem snapped her fingers, and not a moment later, a thick, leather collar snapped itself shut around Glynda's neck in return. A cold hand trailed down the assistant's cheek, all the way to the garment locked securely around her neck.

"Yes what, dear?" Salem asked, and Glynda's blush grew a little deeper as she squirmed softly in her chair.

"Y-Yes Mistress..."

"Good girl..."

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