Chapters tagged femdom

by Levantin

Chapter 54

The late-afternoon click of the front door latch felt like another trap snapping shut behind me. In my backpack were Emma’s scribbled notes, in my groin the familiar, dull ache of resin, and on my banking app a fresh charge of nearly eighteen euros. It did not push my account int...

by Levantin

Chapter 57

Saturday afternoon washed over the penthouse in deceptively warm autumn light, yet a suffocating silence hung throughout the sprawling rooms. My father had left for a weekend conference in Frankfurt, and his wife was out for the day catching up with friends. The apartment belonge...

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Chapter 59

The gray Friday morning swallowed every scrap of daylight over the schoolyard. My steps were heavy, each stride across the wet pavement a dull reminder of last night in the living room as the resin rubbed raw against my skin. The scent of Vanessa’s jasmine oil seemed still trappe...

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Chapter 61

The days leading up to Saturday passed as if under a thick sheet of ice. At school, I did exactly what was required of me: I kept my head down, stepped out of Emma’s way, and absorbed her condescending glances in the hallways. Whenever she looked at me, an unmeasured arrogance hu...

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Chapter 62

The muffled drone of the intercom shattered the heavy silence shortly past four. My heart skipped a full beat before pounding furiously against my ribs. Loona was already lounging on the cream sectional in the living room, legs crossed loosely, a cup of tea balanced in her hands...

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Chapter 63

She kept her palm pressed against my chest for another heartbeat, feeling the wild, unchecked hammering beneath before slowly drawing her fingers away. "Bedroom," Loona said flatly. Not another syllable. I trailed behind her down the hushed hallway, my head still swimming with...

by Levantin

Chapter 64

The metallic click of the lock still echoed in my ears. My hands shook as I fitted the cold resin shells around my numb, sticky flesh and slid the crossbar into place. The padlock snapped shut with a dull, final thud. The inflamed skin flared with an infernal sting, and traces of...

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Chapter 65

The final weeks before graduation passed in a suffocating, seamless routine. Daily life in the period apartment ran like clockwork, its tempo dictated entirely by Loona. Every morning her silent wake-up call tore me from sleep: out of bed by five-thirty, icy water splashed acros...

by Levantin

Chapter 66

Morning arrived without mercy. There was no clinking of Vanessa’s coffee cup, no muted morning radio humming from the penthouse kitchen to mark the quiet onset of a normal day. Only the harsh, white glare cutting through the bare windows of my room, paired with the cold, familiar...

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Chapter 67

The cordless drill sat heavy in my grip, the high-pitched whine of the motor echoing off the bare walls. The white plastic casing of the first camera was anchored firmly above the frame of the hallway door. Sweat traced down from my temples, gathering along the lower rims of my...

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Chapter 68

She sat in the armchair, one leg draped casually over the other, tracing the tip of her foot across my lower lip until my mouth parted on its own. Loona slid her toes inside—slow, unmistakable—letting them rest there as naturally as if this space belonged to her, just like every...

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Chapter 70

The night had not been sleep, but a thick, feverish wait. Every time I turned on the thin mattress, the resin cylinder ground dryly across raw flesh. Fourteen days without the faintest relief left my pelvis throbbing in dull, burning waves. Every involuntary swell pressed immedia...

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Chapter 71

The cool timber of the door pressed against my forehead, yet inside my skull the heat raged out of control. Out in the living room, the low bass of a slow R&B track thudded down the hallway. The vibrations traveled through the floorboards straight into my knees, creeping up my s...

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Chapter 72

Outside, the noises finally subsided into heavy, rhythmic breathing. The sofa upholstery creaked one last time, followed by the shuffle of footsteps against the hardwood. The dull rustle of clothing, the clinking of a belt buckle, and muted voices drifted from the hallway. "That...

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Chapter 74

The coffee machine in the kitchen gurgled softly while thin morning light cut through the blinds. Quarter to seven sharp, the table was set: fresh fruit, two mugs, the plate positioned with exact alignment just as she demanded. With every step, the base ring of the resin fixture...

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Chapter 75

The morning unfolded in a thick, numbing trance. At the gym, every single repetition on the leg press had become an exercise in pure torment. With every descent of the sled, the narrow stainless-steel ring bit deeper into the raw skin of my pubic bone—rigid and sharp—while the m...

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Chapter 76

The days leading up to midweek slipped by in a haze. Every morning just after six, my alarm dragged me from sleep, the initial shock always identical: the biting cold of the stainless-steel collar driving into my pubic bone. At the gym, her routine me through squats and wa...

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Chapter 77

Dinner was steaming on the kitchen counter when the deadbolt turned in the latch. Loona entered with soundless strides. She wore her long wool coat unbuttoned over a dark blouse, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. She spared no glance for the laid table, nor for the pans...

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Chapter 78

The Berlin U-Bahn ride felt like an endless journey through a feverish tunnel. Every stride along the platform, every descent onto the hard plastic seats drove the stainless-steel ring straight through stiff denim into my pubic bone. The chill of the metal had long since surrende...

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Chapter 79

The weeks following that rain-slicked Friday blurred into a grueling, silent routine. What had initially felt like an emergency state had quietly hardened into daily life—an existence suspended between submission, manual labor, and a brittle public facade. These were the final tr...