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Preface The following was originally written in 2008, and has sat on my laptop since then. I present it here with only minor changes. As a bondage enthusiast, I read the occasional erotic story involving people getting tied up. Bondage includes many sub-categories, including enforced chastity. One thing I've found curious about the sub-genre, however. In my highly non-scientific survey of available chastity-related pr0n, one theme seems to sharply emerge: sudden and permanent non-consensuality. Things may start off fun or consensual. But once the bottom has their wabbly bits locked away, inevitably, Something Changes. Most often, the top reveals previously hidden malevolence, sadism, sociopathy, or some combination thereof. Sometimes, external forces intervene to keep the bottom locked up. Sometimes, simply, the key is lost. In particular, the protagonist -- usually the bottom -- is left emotionally abandoned to their fate, and the moral of the story seems to be, "Sucks

...She placed her hand on the door handle and kept it there for a moment. There were some tiny clicks and a soft beep. She pressed the handle down and opened the door. She stared into her goblet again as she stood aside to let Richard enter.   The room was dark, but lit up as Richard entered, and he stopped dead, staring at what lay inside.   Just to the left of the door was hung an array of manacles, of seemingly endless sizes and weights, all very well made, and in perfect condition. Chains hung next to them, in an orderly progression of length, weight, and type, gleaming brightly. On the right side of the door, an equal variety of leather cuffs, also beautifully made and polished with edges piped, along with a highly organized selection of belts of every conceivable length, width, and thickness. Closed cabinets lined the wall further along in both directions.   Beyond the entrance spread the dungeon floor proper. Here was nearly every kind of toy he'd ever seen or heard about.