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Lilly in Jester prison by InmateVal, literature
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Lilly in Jester prison
In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
Dressed for Distress by ssomeone1, literature
Literature
Dressed for Distress
London was a familiar city for Hannah Knight, it was where she grew up and lived most of her life after all. Of course, now that she lived in the US, things had certainly seemed to change whenever she flew back to visit her friend's and family. The place that always showed the biggest change though, was her older sister's business, Dress 2 Impress. Which was, as it so happened, where our intrepid librarian found herself today. The shop itself had been open for a long time now, it must have been approaching half a decade-Louise Knight, Hannah's sister had opened it alongside University friends Sarah and Mary not long after they graduated. Looking up at the exterior of the building, Hannah was both fascinated and impressed by just how large it had grown. This place used to be the size of a broom closet in comparison, now they even had multiple floors, even if it was still a bit cramped! Words simply couldn't state just how proud Hannah was of her big sister. It was as if Louise had
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
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The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…
A Prison of My Own Making by beanz65, literature
Literature
A Prison of My Own Making
A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket. My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not
The Drone Mothership by yukitokuroya, literature
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The Drone Mothership
The Drone Mothership is an unmanned aerial vehicle capable of carrying multiple small drones, like the Capturing Drones and the Detention Drones. The mothership’s measures are five feet wide, by four feet tall and seven feet deep. A small part of its size houses its electrical circuits and motors, along with a mobile command center to control drones that it sends out. Has an autonomy of four hours of flying, plus two hours controlling the drones under its command. The main part of the mothership is its drone storage, which can have up to eight drones in it. Before one can send a mothership to operate, the ship’s operator must assign the drones to the mothership via its configuration, so the mothership can control the drones in the field. According to schematics shown privately, drones linked to the mothership needed to be around it to perform their work. The mothership became a big ally in fighting crime in the whole country of Buckinstone, so it was also sold to Grayssau and
Will Kidnap for Shoes Part 1 by pleasurechip, literature
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Will Kidnap for Shoes Part 1
Will Kidnap for Shoes (F/M) Juliette peered over the edge of her sunglasses as she watched Peter Evers enter the apartment complex building he shared with his older brother, Mitchell. It’d been a tragic story really. Their parents were killed in a tragic accident. After a custody battle with a pair of abusive grandparents, poor thirteen year old Peter was surrendered to the care of his then twenty-one year old brother. It was obvious Mitchell cared for his baby brother but love just wasn’t enough. He’d dropped out of college and started dealing. Yet, he was a terrible dealer so he started taking bits and pieces and started stealing from his employers which was a terrible thing to do. Not once did Mitchell think of the consequences. One thing led to another and now Juliette was walking towards the complex after having moved her car to the parking deck. Heels clacking against the pavement, she swung her purse over her shoulder. The bag was a little on the heavier side as it would
Samantha Ward: A Stageplay by Empoleon666, literature
Literature
Samantha Ward: A Stageplay
Int. Dark creepy abandoned warehouse-evening
A young teenage sleuth dressed in her school uniform and with a backpack on her shoulders, SAMANTHA WARD, is crouched down, hiding behind a crate. She’s observing something offstage. She sees something offstage that surprises her. A young man (who doesn’t look much older than Samantha) comes up behind her. As Samantha stands up and tries to run off, she (literally) bumps into him
SAMANTHA:
Oh, hello there.
(Looks down)
Tell me: is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
The young man pulls out a gun and points it at Samantha’s waist.
SAMANTHA (CONT'D):
(sh
How To Write Gag Speak by Waistknot, literature
Literature
How To Write Gag Speak
=======A Tutorial We’ve all run into the situation where we want a character to speak while gagged, but what do you write? You can put your hand over your own mouth, speak the lines and try to mimic it in print, but when faced with the task it’s not that simple. Good gag speak can help paint a more vivid picture of a captive's distress more vividly and make us feel that gag empathetically and viscerally, if there were just some rules to follow (and break). I am no expert, but over decades of DiD writing I have been evolving a set of guidelines in my head of how to convert normal speech into sets of letters that portray a character with gag hampered speech. These guidelines were first based on observation of other people’s writing, then an analysis based on what I have been able to learn and observe about sound and speech articulation. Only recently have I boiled these down to a set of written guidelines. Styles of my own writing are biased of course, but take, ignore, or break the
All in the family - Part 118 by slackywacky, literature
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All in the family - Part 118
Good news “He will recover?” Sally asked Chloe, DW’s mother. “Yes, he is expected to make a full recovery. Thank God.” The waiting room of the hospital was busy. With Chloe, Trish, Sally, and Karen, they made up a small part of the people waiting for results from surgeries. The hospital was about 3 hours away from were they lived, the local hospital, where Carrie worked, had transferred DW to the larger and more specialized hospital. “The MRI scan showed an abnormality in his brain, and it caused pressure on certain areas in his brain. Amongst others his ability to make judgement calls was impacted.” “That would explain the behavior we saw lately.” Sally said. “Yes. Based on info from the doctor, it got worse over a longer period of time, as the pressure increased. Luckily, they did a CT scan when he was admitted after crashing the car and they detected the anomaly.” Sally had insisted to come to the hospital, but Karen didn’t want her to go alone, so she had joined her. Tim was
It is still just a game - Part 3 by slackywacky, literature
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It is still just a game - Part 3
Vivian's turn “Mom and dad say bye. They will be back tomorrow.” Mark said with a smile on his face. “Hmmppfffff.” “Hmmmmppppffffff?” Kelly had not moved and was still as tightly tied as when they started this game. Kira had moved around a little, which was to be expected as she was just hogtied and not tied to a chair like Kelly was, but she also had made no headway escaping. Not that Mark had expected them to escape. “Our parents needed to go to an emergency meeting, they will not be back till Sunday evening, or maybe even later.” He answered what he suspected was a question from Kira. “Hmmppfff.” Kira sounded somewhat defeated. “No worries, Megan will come soon, she said she will be here around 1.” Neither of the bound girls thought that was good news, as that was still several hours away. “So, you guys planned a trip to the mall and a sleepover?” Mark said as he finished inspecting the ropes holding his sister and her friend captive. “Hmmppffff.” Kelly mumbled. “No
Summer camp - Part 3 by slackywacky, literature
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Summer camp - Part 3
Double trouble Jeremy and Caitlin were looking for a quiet spot for some privacy. The two camp leaders had been assigned to separate sides of the camp, Jeremy being an Indian, Caitlin being a cowgirl, but it had not stopped them from sneaking out and getting together. They had met at the leader introduction and it clicked immediately. Jeremy was 19, tall, short cut blond hair, Caitlin 18, petite with short brown hair and rather skinny, both were dressed in the regular camp outfit, like what Samantha had been wearing when she got kidnapped. Both had been on sleep duty, meaning they had to get the kids to bed, but were off the clock now at 1 AM. “Let’s go here. We should be far enough away from both camps.” Jeremy stated, shining his flashlight. He walked behind the wooden building they had found and retrieved his cigarettes, handing one to Caitlin. The camp was strictly non-smoking, but the rule got ignored by several of the staff. They lit their cigarettes and enjoyed them, while
MLPFiM: 'Hush Now' Ch. 6 -PinkieDash- by Luffy-Kun-Fiction, literature
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MLPFiM: 'Hush Now' Ch. 6 -PinkieDash-
“Hush Now”
Chapter Six: Sprite
Rarity sighed deeply, staring down into the seemingly infinite abyss of her martini glass. She was already a little tipsy, and in her foul mood the swirling, emerald-colored alcohol seemed endless. She was sitting alone at the bar in the Mare-E-Go-Round, nursing her third appletini. Her patience was beginning to run thin. She pouted, looking around the club, searching for her fillyfriend and finding nopony of interest. She grumbled to herself, chastising the absent Applejack and taking another dainty sip of her martini.
The bartender, an alternative-looking cream-colored earth pony with short brow
