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Freedom

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By AJ

Note: This is based on a true, consensual and life-changing encounter.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. It didn’t sting. It didn’t signal grief. It simply fell, carrying the emotional weight of two lives I balance: the predictable, structured life I would soon return to, and the controlled life I had just lived. One world is ordinary, structured, and restrained; the other is intense, liberated, and shaped by surrender.

Here I was permitted and encouraged to be someone else. I was untethered figuratively while tethered literally. Sir fully guided, freed me from all choice and decision, left me needing only to make one easy decision: obey and endure what had been decided for me. I had explored corners of experience most would neither imagine nor dare, and in that exploration, I had discovered a freedom I could never find in my ordinary life.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 04

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By PupMax

Author Note: This 100% fantasy story is inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.

The employees continued to enjoy their well-earned party after the months of work to grow my business, and now Tom, two employees, and I are entertaining them as latex gimps struggling and moaning. Tom and I would be prodded with pool sticks throughout the night to the delight of my employees and the bar staff; the gimps above the bar would be punched by the bar staff if tipped with a tip jar located below the gimps getting stuffed with bills. The bar owner helped change out our gas mask filters and replaced the gym gear with dirty bar rags. The smell was horrible as Bill and George had pre-arranged this with the owner.

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Jayson’s Nightmare – Part 03

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By Forced Chastity Lover

Jayson’s Nightmare Advances

The door opened after what seemed like a long interval.  Jayson looked to see his best friend, Fred, and Ryan walk into the converted supply closet.

“Ryan, I have to admit that this has been very handy,” Fred said as he pulled his cock out of his shorts.  He stepped up close and let his cock drop over the edge of the funnel.  He immediately let the piss flow and didn’t have to hold his cock.  Jayson could see and hear the piss exiting the cock, into the funnel, and down into his slightly bloated stomach.  He had lost track of how many men had used him tonight, but he knew that this was Fred’s third trip in.  He knew that under his mask, he was blushing profusely.

“I can’t believe that someone would actually want to do this.”

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60 Hours – Part 04

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By Inmate 220418

Sunday – Day 3

I slept even worse that night, I woke up to the sound of a guard coming into the block shining his light, they must have done their rounds that night. Waking up and not knowing what time it was isn’t an easy thing to adapt to, I tried to look out the window to see if I could see any sunlight but at last there was nothing. The bars on the cell cast a nice shadow against the wall, something so photogenic and calming really painted a beautiful picture.

Eventually, the courtesy lights came on and that was the sign that it was morning, I got up as I did the past two days without making my bed. The same guard who did the morning check the past two mornings comes in, “good morning inmate” with a look of disgust, knowing he was a part of the brawl last night, “how did you sleep?” “I slept fine” I replied, “great” drop your sheets on the group, fold your blanket, and be ready for breakfast soon.

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60 Hours – Part 03

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By Inmate 220418

Saturday – Day 2

I wake up as the courtesy lights come on, still not fully illuminated my cell but enough that I could get a better look around my cell, not that much has changed. I continued to journal while the guards made their rounds, it was relatively an uneventful morning. While they were doing their morning checks, I heard some commotion outside my block, but wasn’t able to distinguish who was fighting.

Eventually we were rounded up and got in line for breakfast, the same as the day before, lined up against the wall, waiting until your turn to approach the guard, “Sir inmate 220418 requesting permission to cross the red line Sir.” I said to the guard in the doorway leading to the chow hall, and waited for the metal tray containing our meal. French toast, sausage, tater tots, and the same shit coffee as the day before.

I know my phone check is coming up soon, so I’m preparing what I’m going to check, being that I only get a limited time, I’m thinking of what I’d missed from Friday to Saturday morning. Upon being cuffed, I’m taken to the same visitation room to do my phone check. I ended up face-timing a friend of mine and checking in with him, he’s asking how my experience is going. Hearing his talk was a nice break from this experience, given that I’d been locked up for 32 hours at this point.

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60 Hours – Part 02

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By Inmate 220418

Friday – Day 1

I wake up as they turn on the courtesy lights and I know guards are making their way around to perform their morning wellness checks. I get up to try and get ready so I’m not completely caught with my pants down. Upon the guards coming in the block, they tell me to stand at the back of my cell. I’m standing there while two guards approach my cell door “Good morning inmate, how did you sleep?” I responded in a half-awake state “I slept okay, Sir.” I’m then instructed to get ready for the day and to make my bed. We spent a good amount of time in our cells, I wondered as best as I could in the small cell. I counted 10 steps long by seven steps wide, the ceiling was just out of reach.

After the guards complete their rounds, two additional guards bring three trays out and set them on the metal table in our block. We were asked if we wanted coffee or OJ, and immediately said “Coffee please!” Their response, “okay” as if I was in for something unpleasant. After setting the trays down and filling up our mugs, the guards leave the block and our cell doors open. We leave our cells and I get good luck at my fellow block mates. We all sat down and began eating our breakfast, a bacon egg and cheese, strawberries, and some yogurt. As for the coffee, some of the most bland and flavorless coffee I’ve ever tasted, it tasted as if they reused old coffee beans from the guards breakfast. We ate as much as we could before the guards came back to our block, “stand up against the wall inmates.” Upon doing so, the guards came in and took the rest of our trays.

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60 Hours – Part 01

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By Inmate 220418

A raw look inside the walls of a jail roleplay experience. This is a retelling of 60 hours being locked up at Facility 22 (jailevents.com). This is a personal account of my first F22 experience, written mostly in real time with light edits for readability.

All interactions took place within a consensual, roleplay-driven environment, and many moments reflect in-character behavior and reactions.

Names and identifying details have been changed or omitted for privacy. This is my perspective of the experience, and others may have experienced things differently.

Thursday – Day 0

Holy Fuck, what did I get myself into? Walking into this experience was already an emotional rollercoaster. Having gone straight from work, catching a flight, then driving two hours, I never really had a moment to really prepare myself. I journal with what little light I have to get my emotions under control. This clearly isn’t for the weak…

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Mercy’s Edge: The Gift

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By Restrained4U

The living room of the house was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of candles and the warm light from the fireplace. Alex knelt naked on the thick rug, heart racing with nervous excitement. His Sir, Marcus, stood before him, tall and utterly composed, radiating the kind of calm dominance that made Alex’s skin tingle without a single word.

Marcus was dressed for control. Tight, black leather pants hugged every line of his powerful thighs and calves, the supple material stretched taut across his hips and groin, outlining the thick, unmistakable bulge of his manhood with deliberate, unapologetic clarity. Each subtle shift of his weight made the leather creak softly, a low reminder of the power contained beneath. Polished leather patrol boots rose to mid-calf, heavy soles planted wide and sure on the hardwood floor, the kind of boots that announced every step long before he arrived. Across his broad, bare chest ran a simple black leather harness, wide straps crossing over his pecs and buckling at the shoulders and sternum, framing the hard planes of muscle and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the low waistband of his pants. The harness gleamed faintly in the firelight, accentuating the controlled strength of his torso and the way his arms hung relaxed yet ready at his sides.

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