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House Arrest: The Release

By VANSfag

VANDfag Steelwerks chastityAuthor’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANSfag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANSfag is an alpha male publicly but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and kink world. VANSfag was kept under house arrest starting March 18, 2022 for an indefinite period not less than 16 days and not more than 44 days, under conditions described in “House Arrest”.


From the moment I leave the detention cell on Friday morning, dread starts building slowly. It’s hard to concentrate on work and my other tasks. I know that at the end of the day I will be locked back into the detention cell with no human contact and no real distractions for 62 hours. From 6pm Friday until 8am Monday, I will be alone. This isn’t prison sex porn. I won’t have my ass fucked by a guard’s baton or suck the dicks of other inmates.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 12

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 12: Your Neck Needs a Little Something . . . .

The officers didn’t say anything, they just unlocked a big wooden door and a door made out of bars—wow! bars!—and took me along a little sidewalk, and there was a building like an old garage and it had bars across the front and they put me in there and locked it up and went away.  Oh, they also took the cuffs off, cuz now I was in a cage and maybe I didn’t need them.  Maybe some other dude did!  Anyway, now I’m in this thing like a cage, and of course I’m lookin out through the bars to see what I can see.

First thing that grabs you is a big hunk of concrete, like a runway for a plane, a small plane of course, because it didn’t look like a mile long or anything.  Then there were a lot of wooden buildings lined up around it, mostly sort of long and narrow, though most of them I couldn’t see very much of, because of the bars and I had to crane my neck.  It looked kind of like that old army base I saw from the freeway, but everything was painted brown and it obviously wasn’t supposed to be some kind of exhibit of fighting spirit or pride or whatever, and actually if the roofs hadn’t been so straight and clean you would have said that maybe it was abandoned.

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Pleroma – Part 15

By Taurus

Epilogue 1 – Explanations

“Revolution for prison; recent developments in implant interfacing have triggered significant change in incarceration. Prisoners will only experience their sentences mentally while their physical bodies experience only a small fraction of their sentences.”

Luke returned the tablet after listening to the

“Mr Dominique, are you sure you -“

“Yes. As Subject L, I understand perfectly how this stuff works.”

“No,” the officer stood up, “I’m asking if you need some clothes.”

Luke chuckled. “Officer Dunn, it’s summer. That and I’m gonna be posing for a photo shoot all day, so underwear will be all I need to really wear anyway.”

“Will you be alright? You can use Pleroma under supervision for now, but as it is, some of its…functions have to be removed.

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Pleroma – Part 09

By Taurus

Part 9 – Non-Coincidence Principle

Note: this is a continuation of a story by Taurus that has not been updated in some time. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Although Matt had acted coldly towards a now resting Luke, he did, in truth, care.

He cared a whole lot.

As he monitored the manufacturing progress of his requisitioned parts – device casings and power cells and AI conduits – without any way to speed them up, he spent most of his time with Luke.

Vantage, being his primary diagnostics AI, acted as a digital doctor, checking Luke’s pulse and neural activity. He had, after all, just done an intense simulation where time passed 20 times faster than in real life.

Having been assured that Luke was of good health, Matt dismissed Vantage.

His AIs were never wrong – so long as they were not asked questions of morality – but it was sometimes hard to accept their emotionless analyses as a human; Luke was so out of it that the stimulus of Matt touching his usually sensitive nipple did not wake him.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 10

By felon

The message was left for me to expect a visitor this afternoon. I was to be in casual dress — jeans, tee shirt and tennis shoes. At approximately 4 p.m. I got a cell phone message to step outside my apartment and wait. I was already dressed, so I threw on a sweatshirt and stepped outside. An unmarked police cruiser circled the building and pulled up in front of my apartment.

It was one of the men that transported me from the hell camp back to my place. He stepped from the car and walked over to me, bent me over the hood and cuffed my hands, then loaded me in the back of his car.

He drove off and after a few minutes of stone-cold silence announced we were on our way for an appointment with my court-appointed psychiatrist for a “review.”

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Hallowe’en Horror Movie

By Nephilim

When Jerry arrived at the new house of his keyholder, he didn’t know what to expect. He had been summoned. So there he was, in front of the gate, “the 31st of October at 15h45, not one minute sooner, not one minute later”. He rang the bell, looking through the gate at the gigantic grounds and the almost as gigantic house.

Jerry walked up the pathway, to the front door of the house, where his keyholder was waiting for him. In full leather regalia. Inwardly, Jerry smiled. His keyholder belonged to the old guard, even though he was not that old. Outwardly, Jerry lowered his eyes and knelt before his keyholder.

“Welcome, my boy. Right on time.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up and follow me. We’re a bit rushed, but it will make sense soon.”

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Pleroma – Part 01

By Taurus

Part 1 – streetfair1_alpha-v1.6_06/06/20XX

It was a beautiful day out; though the tarmac was sunbathed and hot as the many men present were, a gentle breeze blew through the crowds. They were noisy, cheering about something, but there was also a sort of chant-like rhythm to their stomping and their shouting.

A gasp.

He awoke with a start, evidently startled by the inexplicably clear voice which spoke the line among the crowds.

He tried to look around, but it was of no use. He lay in a grey void, paradoxically brighter under the “horizon” infinitely far away, but darker above. The strange voice came from every direction, even on the cot he lay Wait.

He had no body. Also, how did he know the weather if there was no environment?

If the above made no sense to you, that would be because it made no sense to him as well, but before he could panic, the voice from the ether re-emerged.

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