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Retail Slavery – Part 03

By Rubrpig

As usual, the writer is locked in a chastity belt, plugged, wearing Wesco’s and a heavy locked posture collar.

Michael stood quietly as the Police Sgt. Now in civilian clothing entered the store.  He turned and locked the door again.  The slave stood quietly his upper torso now bare of all the gear except for the padlocked chain collar it wore.  It stood quietly and put its hand behind its back and bowed its head.  The Sgt. Walked over to Michael and told Michael that he had seen Michael notice that the Sgt had become aroused earlier.  Michael smiled and told the Sgt. That it was a common reaction in many men especially those that were attracted to leather, dominance and submission.  The Sgt. turned red and nodded.

Michael asked the Sgt. what his name was, and the Sgt. Told him that his name was Marco.  Michael stuck out his hand and told Marco that it was good to meet him.  He then asked if he was attracted to the idea of controlling the slave or being a slave which just made Marco blush all the more.  Marco replied that it was the thought of being locked into all the heavy gear that the slave had been wearing which had aroused him.  Michael smiled and looked at Marco and asked if he wanted to wear the gear to which Marco nodded and looked at Michal and agreed.  Michael told him that the gear would go on and it would be locked and Marco nodded and said that is what he hoped.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 15

Chapter 15: The Pit’s Rope

Tether Bites – Flesh Pulls

By Restrained4U

The pit pulsed, sweat and leather thick in the air.

Jamie catching the bag tossed by Ryan, his fingers brushing the velvet, pulling a black card. He read slow, voice flat: “Tethered to another – wrists to balls, hoist-taut, blindfolded. Others roll one die each – lowest joins you, highest two strike with riding crops, remaining dice total sets the time. Endure, or beg for mercy.” He set it down – TETHER’S TRAP – latex creaking as he braced himself. “Roll – lowest’s with me.”

Marcus let out a low chuckle. “This’ll hurt, pig – hope it’s not me.”

Ryan’s fists clenched, cap tilting. “Fuck this – rather bleed out than play rope toy.”

Leo leaned forward, jaw tight, muttering to himself, Roll high, I stay caged but swing – roll low, I’m free but fucked in that trap. “Guess I’m fucked either way,” he said, voice dry.

Jamie nodded, grim. “Let’s see who’s screwed.”

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