ReleaseIsAPrivilege

Locktober - Day 4! Who knew a cage was so corrupting?

Locktober - Day 3! Might be more of a challenge than Violet thought...

Locktober - Day 2!

I am sure many of you could relate to her struggles last night! xD

Locktober - Day 1!

For this locktober, I am doing a day by day experience of Violets first time in chastity and trying out locktober! As well as doing some bonus challenges to make it a little tougher on those of you participating... xD If you decide to participate, please let me know!

Fanart - Kneesocks!!

So I know nothing about this character, but I asked for ideas to sketch in my stream and someone told me to sketch this character! Her design is pretty awesome, and it was a lot of fun, so I decided to actually do line art and rendering for it and post it! Thanks for the idea, person who recommended this character! xD

Face practice from stream!

So yesterday I streamed on picarto again for the first time in so long! It was a lot of fun, and I did some face practice to start the stream off! I always feel like my head and face shapes are one of the weakest points of my art, along with expressions (maybe because I want to do so much storytelling with my art, my bar is a lot higher? idk haha) , so I want to maybe do a 100 head challenge or something! Here is 12, so off to a good start haha. Streaming also helped a lot with my productivity! I drew way faster while I was streaming than I do on my own, so maybe regular streaming would help keep me more consistent, idk haha. Thank you to the people who showed up, it was a lot of fun!!

Halo's hard earned release...

Thank you so much to the patron who commissioned this!! It really helped push me back into drawing after that big break! And I haven't drawn halo in so long, so really enjoyed this! The challenge of the perspective and glass and machinery and all that stuff really stretched some new muscles, and overall was super fun! Hope you all enjoy it!!

Figure drawing - Getting back into the swing of things

So I hadn't drawn in quite a while with all the stuff going on in my life, so I did some figure drawing today to get back into the swing of things! Very rough haha, but I hope some of them aren't too offensive to the eyes xD

Halo - CYOA Chapter 4!

“Oh God yes! Harder!”

Halo cracked her eyes open, listening to the muffled thuds and moans through the wall. She looked at her clock. 06:43. Really? This early? She groaned, flipping her pillow over her head to block out the sound. 

Just a few more hours. Just a few more hours… Halo could feel every scream of pleasure add to the soaking need between her legs. This had been the longest week of her life. 

She had lost track of how many times she woke up humping her bed, unable to stop for hours as she edged. How many times the vibrations sprung to life, torturing her relentlessly. She hadn’t left the house, unsure of when the vibrations would come and positive she couldn’t keep herself together if they struck. She was hardly clothed for the entire week, unable to stomach the thought of trying to ignore her desperation. Besides, with the consistency of her new censoring program, her own body was the only true source of nudity she could consume. She couldn’t bear to cover it up, even opting to spend hours in front of the mirror frantically rubbing her cage.

Halo pushed herself out of bed once her neighbors finally calmed down. She sighed, noticing how wet her sheets had become once again. She had never done so much laundry in her life, especially with how few clothes she ended up wearing…

She grabbed a yogurt from her fridge and cracked it open for her breakfast. She didn’t have much of an appetite. She didn’t know if it was from arousal or excitement. Today was finally the day of her appointment. Seven long days had passed, and it was finally time to rid herself of that accursed cage. 

She did everything she could think of to pass the time. She turned on her neuralinks heads up display and played a fashion reality show. She did some exercises, took a shower, brushed her hair, cleaned her house, anything to pass the creeping minutes. 

Finally, it was time. She grabbed a tight one piece swimsuit-like body suit, with a high tight neck line. She slid some short shorts over it and grabbed her coat, before leaving her apartment for the first time all week. 

It only took a few steps from her apartment for her to feel a drip of wetness leak into her clothes. She felt like a different person. Like a wild animal. Her eyes were ravenous, instinctively eating up every girl she passed, undressing them with her mind as naturally as one breathed. From the constant censoring she experienced, every inch of skin ignited her. She couldn’t help but randomly rub her hand across her shorts, making sure no precum had visibly leaked through her clothes. Shorai Industries had never felt so far away.

“Welcome!” Halo forced a grin. “How can I help you?”

“Um, I have an appointment? With Dr. Kelley?” Halo walked up to the desk, nervously rolling her nails across the table as the receptionist checked her computer.

“Ah yes, it’ll be just a moment Ms. White.” The receptionist motioned a hand towards the chairs. Halo took a seat. She held her hands clasped tight across her crotch, trying to will the hidden dampness from becoming visible. Each tick of the clock brought her closer to her appointment. Closer to being unlocked. Closer to finally being allowed to cum! Her heart beat from her chest with excitement.

“Ms. White?” Halo’s head shot up. Mr. Brook was holding up the door to the back hallways. Halo jumped to her feet, eagerly rushing across the waiting room and through the open door. Mr. Brook led the way to the same small room she interviewed in, opening it for her.

“Don’t we need to go to the lab? In order to remove…?” Halo let her voice fade. 

“If you’d please…” Mr. Brook motioned inside, completely ignoring her comment. Halo finally caved.

Mr. Brook rounded the desk and took a seat. Halo’s eyes searched the room, but there were no other chairs. She shifted on her feet.

“So, Ms. White. How would you describe your experience this past week?” Mr. Brook grabbed his clipboard, staring expectantly.

“Umm… It was uh,” Halo squirmed under his gaze. Her hands clenched tighter, as if he could see the desperation in her cage straight through her clothes. “Uh, i-it was hard, I’d say? Like…” Mr. Brook began writing. “I don’t know how to– It was d-difficult to– I got really–...” Mr. Brook’s writing slowed. He peeled his eyes up from the clipboard, taking an unamused gaze up.

“I-I’d say it was very difficult.” Halo cut off her ramblings. Mr. Brook slowly returned back to the clipboard, finishing his writing.

“Alright… How often during this past week were thinking or fantasizing about sexual experiences?" Halo’s cheeks flushed. She looked down, rubbing the tips of her shoes together in silence. “And may I remind you, you are contractually obligated to answer all of our questions honestly.” Halo’s fists clenched tighter.

“A-almost constantly…” She nearly whispered. Mr. Brook took note of it.

“During this last week, how much of your time would you estimate you spent clothed?”

“N-not very much?” Halo meeked. Mr. Brook scribbled, unaffected.

“If I had the keys to your cage right now, would you strip nude in front of me in order to be unlocked?” 

“W-what?” Halo’s back stiffened. “Do I really have to–to answer something like that?”

“Of course. You are contractually obligated to answer any and all questions any members of Shorai Industries direct towards you.” Halo squirmed. She could feel her cage throbbing at the very thought of getting unlocked. But even so, she wouldn’t do that… Would she…? He had already seen her completely exposed before. If it meant unlocking…

“I–... M-maybe? I think m-maybe.”

“If I had the keys to your cage right now, would you sexually pleasure me in order to be unlocked?” Halo’s face flushed.

“N-no! O-of course not!” Halo’s hand instinctively covered her cage, while her other stretched across her chest and pulled her coat further up her arms.

“If I had the keys to your cage right now,” Mr. Brook continued, “would you humiliate yourself before me, and obey any command issued in order to get unlocked?”

“Are you kidding!?” Halo’s face burned hot, partially with defiant anger. “Not a chance!!”

Mr. Brook scribbled in his clipboard in silence. Halo’s ears burned with rage. Did they really think so little of her? Just who did they think they hired!? She nearly filled the silence with her outrage, but Mr. Brook’s pencil finally stilled. He stood up and left the room, holding the door open for Halo to follow. She huffed, turning her head away as she followed suit. 

They made their way down the familiar hallways of twisting glass. Unlike her first visit, Halo’s curiosity was entirely extinguished. None of the rooms mattered except the one with the keys to her release. Once Mr. Brook got to the door, Halo could barely contain herself from shoving her way through.

The burning fluorescent lights reignited Halo’s nerves. Memories of her first visit flooded her mind, causing an embarrassing amount of anxiety and arousal. 

Standing on the far side of the room was a familiar frail frame, with long purple disheveled hair. Mr. Brook approached her, notifying her of Halo’s presence as he handed her the clipboard. She nodded, scanning the pages with her sunken eyes. Finally, they made their way back to Halo.

“Go ahead and disrobe.” Dr. Kelley instructed, dropping the clipboard to her side while she stared expectantly at her subject. Halo’s cheeks burned, but unlike before, she didn’t protest. She knew it was pointless. Dr. Kelley wasn’t the type to make exceptions with a sacrifice of efficiency.

She dropped her coat to the floor, before sliding her shorts down her legs. She blushed as she revealed the large wet spot that had formed in the body suit beneath her shorts. She hesitantly unzipped the suit from behind. She closed her eyes, unable to face the room while she stripped it from her skin, knowing full well what it would reveal: Strings of precum stretching between her clothes and glistening cage as she pulled it off.

She kicked her clothes to the ground before quickly covering her cage with her hands. She pressed firmly against the metal, as if pressure alone could prevent any more from leaking past her fingers.

Dr. Kelley’s assistant grabbed her clothes off the ground. Halo’s ears rung with embarrassment.

“Move your hands behind your back, please.” Dr. Kelley commanded. Halo took a deep breath, then obeyed. One of the scientists approached her from behind. The soft click of metal ratcheting around her wrist startled her.

“What the–!” Halo looked back. The scientist was cuffing her. “What are you doing!?” Halo pulled her arms back, squirming as they tried to avoid the cool steel.

“It is a safety precaution.” Dr. Kelley informed. “If we were to unlock you, and you reached down and stroked yourself, it would taint all of our data. And I am not willing to risk the experiment's integrity over your self control.

Halo’s struggles slowed. They were going to unlock her?! If that was the case… being cuffed was a small enough price to pay. The scientist finished cuffing her wrists. Halo compulsively strained. Unsurprisingly, the steel remained unaffected.

Dr. Kelley grabbed a keychain from her lab coat.  Attached to it was a small key with dozens of circuit lines running its length. Halo’s heart nearly stopped as the key was slipped into her cage. The base of the key began to glow as electrical currents surged through it, disarming whatever computer elements augmented the physical tumblers of the lock. She twisted the key, and removed the lock.

Halo moaned as the flat cage was pulled from her body. She had forgotten how intoxicating simple erections could be. Her cock throbbed and burned with need, tingling torturously as it grew for the first time in a week. Her desire ached through her entire body, causing her legs to softly shake. Never. She had never felt horniness like that before.

Halo’s wrists strained helplessly against her cuffs. She had to stroke. She had to. She needed it! Her arms contorted as she tried to wiggle them both to the front of her body, but the scientist behind her easily thwarted her plan.

Halo’s cock bobbed angrily. It almost hurt with how hard she was. With how hungry it was for attention. The sensation of precum dribbling from her shaft nearly felt adequate to push her over.

“P-please!” Halo caved. “Please uncuff me, I need this so badly, I–I can’t!” Dr. Kelley’s aloof face cracked into a smile as she watched Halo’s tiny cock dribble and bounce.

“You seem to be fully erect now.” Dr. Kelley pulled out a handheld machine from her coat, using it to paint a laser grid across Halo’s cock. After a moment, it beeped. Dr. Kelley chuckled. “Despite how hard you appear, you seem to have lost 1.6 millimeters of length. How interesting. With how small you were already, I was expecting less. You didn’t really have all that much to lose to begin with…” She began scribbling on her clipboard as she trailed off.

Halo couldn't decide between burying her burning cheeks in her hands or stroking herself over, but the cuffs stood in resistance to both. What was wrong with her? She felt a bead of precum dribble to the floor after Dr. Kelley’s comment. And a comment in front of a room full of people? While she was cuffed and leaking completely exposed before them? Nothing about this was exciting! And yet… That stupid fucking cage!!

“Last is circumference," Dr. Kelley grabbed her device, holding it hovering around Halo’s cock. It then slowly shrunk until it pressed against her skin. Halo moaned. It was overwhelming. Her hips froze with pleasure. Or maybe fear. Her body screamed for the edge, nearly forcing her hips to fuck the machine, but before they moved it beeped, and Dr. Kelley removed it.

Halo groaned. She body ached, both hating the fact that she didn’t cum from the measurement, while also thanking God for allowing her to hold back. After Dr. Kelley’s comment on her size, she didn’t know if she could handle the humiliation of cumming just from the measuring device.

Dr. Kelley cracked another grin as she noted down the measurements. Was she smaller in circumference too? Fuck it, she didn’t even care. She couldn’t wait anymore.

“O–okay, can you please uncuff me now? I can’t wait any longer, can I please…finish…?” Halo trailed off, barely able to voice her need through the weight on her cheeks and chest. Kelley continued to scribble for a moment, before responding. Not even bothering to look from her clipboard.

“Sure. Follow me.” Halo’s face lit up! She could hardly even care about her hands cuffed behind her back. Or her tiny cock bobbing and leaking with every step as they marched her nude across the lab. The only thing that mattered was cumming.

Halo’s excitement faltered slightly as they stopped in front of the same tube-like machine which ruined her last week.

“H–hey, um–” Before she could voice her concerns, the doctors behind her pulled the cuffs from her wrists. They grabbed her arms and began escorting her over to the machine, before strapping her in place. 

The tube of the machine slowly shifted into place, sealing her cock off from the rest of the world. The familiar mechanical whirl caused excitement to bubble in her stomach. She felt as though she was resting at the crest of a rollercoaster. The memory of the machine's strokes filled her mind. The pleasure of touching. She could hardly stifle her moans simply at the thought.

Dr. Kelley was a smart woman. There was no way she forgot to fix the machine since last week. All she seemed to think about was her experiment. It was fine. The small ring slowly approached her cock. The closer it came to her, the more last week's memory disappeared, and the more her cock ached with need and excitement. 

Halo watched with hungry eyes as the machine finally pressed against the tip of her cock. She moaned, arching her back off the seat and gripping into her thighs as she fought the urge to grab her chest.

As the ring slipped down her cock, every nerve of her body lit with pleasure. Despite its creepingly slow movement, it was more than enough to push Halo towards the edge. The ring bottomed out on Halo’s shaft, stretching the skin as it compressed into her pelvis and balls. Halo bucked against her straps, wishing she could push even deeper.

The machine began stroking back up halo’s shaft. She bit her lip. She could feel Mr. Brook’s eyes on her once again, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She was in heaven. The sensation was enough to cause shivers down through her toes. She closed her eyes, blocking out the audience and losing herself to the euphoria. 

That was, until the machine slipped entirely off her cock once again. A very familiar sensation. Halo’s eyes shot open and down through the clear tube. The machine continued stroking out to about little past her cock, before slowly returning. It was still set for three inches.

“Dr. Kelley!” Halo shouted. Her eyes popped up from her clipboard. “Did you forget to adjust the machine for me?! It’s still set for 3 inches!!” Dr. Kelley returned her focus to her clipboard.

“I didn’t forget anything.” Halo groaned as the machine slipped back around her cock. Her brain fogged over with pleasure as she tried to rationalize Kelley’s response. Maybe they just changed the position the machine was set to spin at once her orgasm started?

The stroking was too much. Halo moaned, gripping into her chest so hard it streaked her skin. She didn’t care how pathetic it would look to cum so quickly. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She didn’t want to! All she wanted was to cum. Finally claiming the relief for herself! It was all she needed.

“Fuckk!” Halo moaned. Pleasure bubbled up inside her as her body tumbled over the edge. “Yesss–” Just as she slipped over the edge, the machine pulled off her cock, spinning rapidly just past her tip.

“NO!!!” Halo screamed, slamming the glass with her hands as her cock bobbed desperately, feeling the orgasm she desired barely slip over. Her cock throbbed as muted, pleasureless convulsions ached through her so intensely it almost hurt. “Yo–you said–!!! You said you didn’t f–forgeeet!!!” Tears swelled in her eyes as cum dribbled from her in a weak, spurtless stream. The straps around her legs and core burned against her skin, branding her with their woven pattern from how forcefully she struggled against them, yearning to thrust deep enough to reach the spinning machine which would salvage her release. But they held firm.

“I didn’t forget.” Dr. Kelley reassured. “Because your first orgasm was ruined at the start of the experiment, in order to maintain consistency, this orgasm had to be ruined as well. I intentionally left the machine as it was.”

Halo collapsed against the machine, watching her cock thrash desperately in protest. The ache of her need was so powerful, so all encompassing, it was debilitating. She couldn’t push from the machine. Couldn’t slam the glass and cuss out the scientists around her. All she could do was watch the final dribbles of her release disappear into heightened desperation. So desperate in fact, she couldn’t even hear Dr. Kelley continue.

“44.8 milliliters. A sizable volume increase. Very interesting…” Dr. Kelley noted her findings, before putting her clipboard away. “Now, time for the next experiment…”

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Hope you guys enjoyed the next iteration of the CHOA! I set this chapter up to T up whatever ideas you guys can come up with next! Whether its new products to test or new experiments? The world is your oyster haha. Please feel free to revisit Halo's character sheet to check kinks and such, since that was what I was using as a guideline on what to include and such, since I want to try to remain fairly true to the poll we did back then! Or not, we can go crazy haha, honestly completely up to you guys! I should be hopefully sliding back into the hang of things now! Although I was hoping to do another illustration challenge this october, so might take things slightly easier until then to preserve my energy and actually complete a challenge on time for once? xD Anyways, ramble over. Please feel free to comment/like comments on where you'd like to see the next chapter go!

Update!

So recovery is going pretty well, and I'll likely be able to return to business as usual semi soon! In the meantime, this little break has brought up a thought I thought I'd run by you guys. I want to think of some more benefits for Patreon. Something that can be a benefit during moments when I am not able to draw or write with consistency. I want to think of some benefits that could help entertain you all and gain some sort of value from my Patreon even when work slumps occur. Something that takes into consideration that a large portion of you are probably interested in denial? Or something that makes use of the Patreon-lounge channel in discord? I've been racking my head over this, but I haven't found any real breakthroughs, so I figured why not open it up to my fellow kinky creative minds! Maybe there will end up being no change, but I am always looking for ways to increase the value you guys receive from supporting me, and I would love to hear all of your thoughts!!

Slight pause for family surgery

So one of my family members had to undergo a scheduled surgery. Things seems to be all good so far, but I need to take some time to take care of them during the early stages of recovery. Because of that I won't have time to work, nor will I be at my house to do so, so there will be a slight break in posts, hooopefully not more than a few days added between my usual window of postings. Just wanted to keep you guys informed! Sorry about that!

The beginning of Dr. Kelley's research abroad

After being signed on to head Shorai Industries new sexual development line, Dr. Kelley was adamant in performing research. She received a grant to travel to Noxreal in order to perform experiments to optimize Shorai Industries technology.

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"Hypothesis: Futanari can cum while restricted in a chastity cage. They simply require enough stimulation.

Procedure: It is entirely possible that simply remaining caged decreases the surface area of potential stimuli, preventing the subject from receiving enough stimulation to orgasm. In order to test my hypothesis, I have placed the subject in an isolated environment. Devices simulating oral stimulation, simultaneously with vibrations were placed on subjects' breasts, while a powerful vibration device circulates the subject's cage, and vibrates it from various angles. Two ergonomic dildos with both thrusting and vibrating capabilities also reside within the subjects vagina and anus. In order to prevent nerve sensitivity loss from vibrations, a stimulant is periodically applied to all sources of vibration, enhancing sensitivity and preventing numbing. With this setup, stimulation far exceeds what is practically possible in everyday circumstances, even while uncaged. The subject will be left in this state for 24 hours to see if they are able to cum. Precum production will be measured as well.

Observations: Expected subjects precum production to taper quickly, however precum production continues to accelerate at a logarithmic scale, and shows no sign of slowing. Subject has become visibly flushed and agitated. Both moans and whimpers can be heard through sound-resistant casing. 

Conclusion: It seems even with intensive levels of stimuli, the subject is unable to cum, leading me to believe it is not a matter of surface area reduction and lack of stimuli that leads to a futanari’s inability to cum restricted in a chastity cage. Perhaps the inability cum lies in the mind? More testing required. Subject will be kept caged indefinitely, repeating the experiment once a week, in order to test if time is a prevalent variable as well."

A way the disobedient still serve

I realized I had never drawn a "livestock/cow girl" type drawing before, so seemed like a perfect time to expand on the Noxreal lore xD Had a lot of fun drawing these proportions. Had no idea giant boobs hanging with gravity would be so challenging but also so much fun haha, hope you guys enjoy the lore tid-bit and image!

Finally made a comic page!!!!

Can't believe its taken me so long, but I finally made an actual comic page! I gotta say, this was such a freaking challenge. Even with such simplistic images, this took forever! And the amount of pressure builds as you work from panel to panel, because the fear of "one terribly drawn panel could ruin this entire page, making the whole comic horrible," just gets stronger and stronger lol. So I ended up going with pretty simple panels, but it was definitely such a good experience! Trying to capture aspects traditionally used in comics, like the exaggerated facial expressions and sound effect text and all that was super cool! And while doing a comic with more realistic and serious art, rather than chibis and anime faces is incredibly daunting still, this was a good first step! Hope you guys enjoy it!

A matter of perspective

This was a lot of fun to make, so thank you to the patron who came up with this idea! I always love to hear them in the comments, and when I get art blocked, its nice to look back on those and use them to help get me out of it! I really appreciate your guys' help with that haha

A bit distracted in class...

Since I had recently drawn April and Mackenzie, I figured I'd complete the set!

Mackenzie!

This character was absolutely soooo much fun to draw! I actually love basically everything about her, and I feel like I got the image in my head down on paper more than almost all the other drawings I've done! It was a lot of fun using the same school uniform that Seema was introduced in, but trying to alter it with accessories and stylistic choices to make it look so much different than hers! Hope she matches the image you all had in your heads too!

April!

Finally got around to getting an image of April made! Have never drawn this body type before, so this was a huge struggle. Had to put underwear on her to try and help divide her body and get things to make sense in my head haha. But overall I'm pretty happy with it! Also hard to express her shortness without another person in the scene, but we'll say it gets the point across good enough lol

Cybernetic character design? Traditional art!

So I was stuck out at a family members house for quite awhile today, so the only thing I could do to pass the time was either doomscroll, or

So I was stuck out at a family members house for quite awhile today, so the only thing I could do to pass the time was either doomscroll, or do some traditional drawing! Decided to try and design a cyborg/cybernetic character. I have to say... I have no practice with mech design lol. But this was a lot of fun and kinda makes me wanna try mech design?

Not having a very functional eraser (why do pencil erasers always dry ouuut!) made this work flow a lot more sketchy and uncertain, but with no references for any of this, I am fairly happy with how this turned out!

Even though this is quite a bit different, I hope you guys enjoy! This kinda stuff always gets me so excited about making a sfw universe though lol D,:

Ideas?

So I've been sitting at my desk for awhile, I feel very motivated to draw, but have no clue what I should draw haha. I've had a sfw premise and characters for a story/light novel that's been bouncing around my head for a few months now I could work on, and I've been struggling to shift my focus back to NSFW stuff and get inspired over an idea or composition. But since that is not really the theme of my Patreon or why you guys might be here, I don't just want to flip the script on you xD So I thought I'd just make a post and see what ideas are floating around your guys' heads! Maybe something will click! Please feel free to post some drawing ideas in the comments below! Break my art block! xD

Re:zero fan art: My take on the cuckmilia vs anti-cuckmilia debate. Unexpected side-effect

Subaru didn't think getting locked up would cause much of an issue. But who would've guessed the witch classified getting locked up as a new checkpoint for his resets...

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Had no idea this was a debate that was happening in the Re:zero fandom, but once someone told me about it, I had to put in my two cents haha. Always a fun challenge to try and make characters look recognizable! Especially if they aren't wearing their iconic clothes. Or any clothes for that matter...

Storyline Interests?

So I have been making so many different chapters of so many different things, I decided I might as well just run a poll to see where peoples' interests lie! What I work on will still probably be heavily reliant on what I feel inspired too, since writing with no inspiration just turns out poo. And I am currently feeling a bit of an art kick hitting, so I am not sure when chapters would come out. But this will help guide what I put effort towards brainstorming for, so please do share your thoughts!

(All of these but the final two have chapters written. I only included the final 2 since they won the continuation poll after kinktober but I never got around to working on them!)

Kailynn - Character Sheet

Been a long time since I've made one of these, but with Kailynn being a character design I had used before, but then reworked into a new story, I wanted to draw one for her in her new universe! Something about this design just really hits it for me, and I am definitely excited to draw more of her!

Also not sure if it was a big enough departure to notice, but experimenting with my style a bit in this one. Doing more line work for shadows and full black occlusions, sort of a vignette shading effect to change where your eye focuses, and relatively simplistic shadow from light source. I'm liking it? who knows lol, idk. Always so many variables to change, dialing in on a style feels so challenging!

Witches continuation - commission

Amber kicked off her shoes, latching the creaking wooden door behind her. She huffed as she grabbed a candle from her desk. Despite the evening sun still creeping through her window, she lit it, before returning it to its place. 

That day had been a flop. She traveled over an hour to visit a well recommended witch, only to be told she didn’t have the potion she desired. How hard was it to make a stupid potion? Amber opened her dresser. She began to remove her top, when she heard a creak of wood.

She quickly twirled around, eyeing her empty room. She slowly turned back towards the dresser, yet her eyes trailed behind her head, hesitant to dismiss the sound. Her home was an old, single room cabin. It was probably the wind, or the aging logs shifting under their own weight. 

Amber removed her top. She tossed it into a bin, before beginning the same process with her skirt. Amber's eyes continued to trace the room. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She hurried to her window and pulled the shades closed, obscuring the view into a plain beige sheet, lit softly aglow by the setting sun. 

She returned to her dresser, quickly kicking off her skirt and tossing it in the bin.

Crreeeak

Amber shot around, eyeing the loud nothing once again.

“Is someone there?” No response. Amber ridiculed herself, feeling heat in her cheeks from talking to the empty room. Amber slipped down her panties, but before they could pass her knees–

“Acck!” Amber grunted, as glowing ropes encircled her body. They retracted through glowing portals, nearly squeezing her breath away as they zigged across her body, tightening like a starving python. “What the–!” Amber’s eyes frantically searched the room for an explanation. As if on queue, a blurry figure began materializing before her: The witch.

She had a purple, skin-tight attire that left little of her curves to the imagination. She had long matching gloves and boots, stretching up her arms and thighs, leaving the only strips of revealed skin at her shoulders and butt, along with her nearly exposed chest, barely covered by the triangle peaks of her outfit. She had flowing locks of deep red hair, topped with a massive purple witch's cap.

“You!” Amber shouted, recognizing her even before her invisibility had fully faded. “Did you follow me home? What the hell!?”

“I did.” The witch’s voice was smooth as honey, completely unfazed by Amber’s aggressive demeanor. “I decided I wasn’t happy with how you treated me today, and came for an apology.” 

“Seriously?” Amber burst out laughing. “Why would I apologize to the most overrated witch in the kingdom? You didn’t even have something as simple as a love potion! And I bet the potions you do have are just as disappointing. You’re clearly a hack, looking for some validation.” 

Amber laughed again, pushing her air of confidence through. But as she shifted in her binds, their strength became abundantly clear. Would a hack really be able to make such strong conjurations?

“I see.” The witch smiled. The witch summoned a glistening portal, reaching inside and pulling out a small vial. She walked up to the girl, grabbing her cheeks without warning, firmly squeezing to hold her mouth open. “I wanted to give you a chance to apologize, but this works out just as well.” 

She poured the vial into Amber’s mouth. Amber squirmed in place, but the glowing ropes and the witch's hand held her firmly in place.

“What the hell was that!?” Amber coughed.

“Just returning the favor.” Amber felt a burning tingle radiate out from her core. Her hands instinctively strained towards it, but they were bound motionless along her sides. Amber's vision faded for a moment, nearly passing out. But as quickly it came, it faded away. She opened her eyes, freezing as her mind tried to process what she saw.

“What the fuck!? Why do I have a dick!?” 

“Still think my potions are disappointing?” The witch burst into laughter.

Amber couldn’t peel her eyes from between her legs. She had a cock. Her stomach twisted in fear, but her new appendage was already growing for attention. Amber’s face began to flush as she watched it twitch, growing with each pulse until it was throbbing rock hard.

“Aww, looks like you like your new form.” The witch laughed again. “Well lucky for you, my potions are permanent unless given a counteracting potion, so you’ll have quite a bit of time to enjoy it!” 

“Permanent?!” Amber’s stomach quivered. She didn’t want a cock! So why was she starting to leak?

The witch watched as a small bead of precum leaked from her victim’s tip.

“Looks like you’re already ready to cum. Don’t worry, that is exactly the plan.” The witch held out a single finger. Its tip began to glow as she began writing in the air, leaving streaks of glowing runes floating in her wake. “It takes an extreme amount of cum in order to fashion a proper love potion. So much so that they can be difficult to acquire, hence why I was out of stock today. But you’ll be helping out with that from now on. Afterall, not having such a basic potion is an embarrassment. Isn’t that what you said?” 

Amber strained against the glowing ropes as the witch approached. She tried to twist out of the way, but she was powerless as the witch rested a finger against the tip of her now throbbing cock. The glowing runes twirled down the witch's hand, spiraling across her cock before affixing themselves into a glowing halo encircling her balls. 

A moan slipped out of Amber’s lips as pleasure began boiling in her like an overflowing cauldron. Her eyes rolled back as she thrashed against her binds. Her new cock convulsed as ecstasy coursed through her, and ropes of cum erupted from it.

Amber’s body went limp, suspended from her glowing prison as she moaned with pleasure. It was like nothing she had experienced before. The sensation of cumming through a cock was entirely different, and it was heavenly. She bit her lip as her orgasm slowly began to fade, savoring each and every moment of it.

Without warning, she felt her body clench again. She groaned as her cock throbbed, erupting cum again without so much as a moment's rest. 

“Fffuu…” Amber’s head rolled back. It felt just as intoxicating. Her toes gripped into her wooden floor as rope after rope escaped her. Her entire body tingled with pleasure. She was barely able to open her eyes to notice the witch was holding a glass vial at the tip of her cock, collecting her copious amounts of cum with a grin, before sealing it in with a cork.

“Mmfff!” Amber moaned as another orgasm began. This time, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Each orgasm was pure pleasure, but they were building on each other. Back to back to back. And with each orgasm beginning before the previous was fully finished, she felt her sensitivity slowly heightening. The intensity slowly creeping up.

“That’s enough for now.” The witch stored the cum filled vial back within her portal. Amber sighed. Finally. She was actually beginning to get a bit–

Amber’s core clenched as her body erupted into another orgasm. Her body tried to curl under the pleasure, but her magical binds kept her upright, squirming with pleasure.

“Y-you said e-enough.” Amber could barely string her words together, her voice faltering with each spurt of pleasure leaking from her cock. “S-top themmm!” With no vial, ropes of cum began splattering across her floor.

“No.” The witch smiled sadistically. “Curses are a lot of work to cast and break, so it’ll be much easier to just leave it on.” Amber’s eyes widened with horror for a moment, before quickly rolling back with the pleasure of another growingly intense orgasm. “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t let all this cum go to waste!”

The witch began writing runes once again. Her finger traced the border of Amber's room, sticking glowing sigils to the walls as she slowly encircled them. With a snap of her finger, the runes ignited across the woods surface, forming a complete bright pink barrier before quickly fading. 

“I’ve placed your home inside a pocket dimension. Within it, time flows differently. You won’t grow hungry or thirsty or even have the need to sleep! And cum will stay perfectly fresh until it’s needed. The only downside is… you can’t leave.”

Amber could barely listen. Dozens of streaks of cum plastered her floor, as dribbles leaked down her balls and across her legs. She couldn’t think. All there was was pleasure. All encompassing pleasure. Her mind fogged as she drowned in it. Her body ached for a break, but all it received was orgasms, each growing more and more intense as her body's sensitivity heightened. 

“Ple-e-eease!” Amber groaned through stuttered convulsions, but the witch had no mercy to spare her. Only a sadistic smile, before she vanished from the room.

–

The witch reappeared in the now vacant lot of land which had once held Amber’s home. She reached within her storage portal and pulled out a glowing pink gem on the end of a necklace. She held it to her eye, peering inside. Her eyes glowed, allowing her to pull back the veil of reflected light across the gems surface and see her new pet squirming as cum continued spurting from her like an endless spring. 

She pulled out a new empty vial. She held the gem above it, before squeezing it as she would a sponge. As she did, the cum plastering the floors of Amber's house swirled from the ground and out the door, leaking out of the gem and filling the vial. The witch smiled.

“Who's overrated now?”

–

Time was meaningless to Amber. Her entire world was mind numbing pleasure and a never ending stream of convulsions and cum. She had no idea how many times she had covered her room in cum and had it magically drained away. Or how accustomed her body had become to the feeling of perpetually hot cum streaking down her skin. She was so entirely consumed by her new state of being, she didn’t even notice the witch reappear in her room.

“How’ve you enjoyed the last three weeks?” The witch was barely audible over Amber's ceaseless moaning. “I’ve had a blast. I’ve made a fortune in love potions. No other witch can keep up with my endless well of fresh cum that keeps my potions constantly in stock. It’s been amazing!”

Amber could barely keep her eyes on the witch. For a moment her mind clung onto her words, before they were purged by another convulsing wave of cum.

“Unfortunately, all the witches of the kingdom have been summoned to the capital for a meeting. It’s a fairly long journey, and I won’t be able to sell any potions while I’m traveling. So if I left you cumming all this time, I’d have too much cum stockpiled than I would ever know what to do with!”

A flicker of hope lit Amber’s eyes.

“So for the time being, we’ll have to stop that.” The witch began drawing runes in the air once again. She reached down and pressed a finger to Amber’s throbbing, cum-leaking cock. The runes spiraled off her hand and circled the tip of Amber’s cock. And for the first time in weeks, the convulsions stopped.

Amber whimpered with relief, letting her gratitude leak through her entire being. Her pride had drowned in cum weeks ago. But before she had time to appreciate the end to her endless pleasure, she felt her body bubble up for another orgasm.

She groaned at the thought of cumming again. But just as she was about to cum, her body seized, choking the orgasm in its place just before she erupted across the floor. 

Before the edge had a chance to fade away, her body exploded with arousal once again, doing everything in its power to push over the edge. But again, it stopped perfectly.

Amber whimpered as her hand shot to her cock. Without even thinking, she began stroking furiously as precum spewed from her throbbing cock in the cum’s stead. She strained and clenched, trying to force herself across the edge, but she couldn’t. She was stuck, her arousal smashing her against the edge over and over like waves trying to surpass a rocky cliff.

“Wh-what did you do to me!?” Amber screamed, unable to pull her hand from her cock, still furiously stroking as she looked to the witch. The witch let out a sadistic cackle.

“I told you, removing a curse is a lot of work! So I simply added a second which prevents someone from cumming. Of course, experiencing two conflicting curses must be intense, but that’s not really my problem. I’m sure I’ll undo the curses. Eventually.” 

“No please!” Amber crumpled to the witches feet, still stroking as spurts of precum puddled the floor beneath her weakened knees. “Please don’t leave! Please let me cum!” The witch looked down as Amber grabbed onto her leg. She only smiled, before vanishing. Leaving Amber's hand to pass through and hit the ground. 

Amber frantically crawled towards the door. She stood, pressing against the magical barrier, frantically stroking as precum spurred against the invisible wall.

“Please!! Please come back! It's too much, Please let me cum!!” Amber screamed into the glowing void, tears beading in her eyes. But no matter how much she pleaded, nothing changed. The witch did not return. Her never ending edge did not subside. And her hand never stopped stroking.

–

Amber stroked feverishly. Her arm burned from exhaustion, but she couldn't stop. She whimpered and pleaded to the empty room, feeling her pride begin to slowly erode with each excruciating edge. 

Her body would not accept her fate. With every blocked orgasm, her mind would race for something new to try. When her right arm was burned out, she stroked with her left. She frantically palmed her tip, flicking precum about with the speed in which she polished. She humped her bed, completely soaking her sheets over the hours before her legs burned too much to continue. She even laid on her back, rolling her legs back behind her bed and trying to suck herself off. 

The longer it was, the more edges she suffered through, the less pride she had. She strained the confines of her home with an endless variety of attempts to cum.

Less than a day in, she cracked, returning to her impassable door. 

“Please come back! I'll do anything to cum! Just please, I can't take it!!” She frantically pounded her first against the shimmering barrier. She peered into the void, straining in the hopes of seeing the witches silhouette emerge from the glowing vastness. But nothing appeared.

She frantically peered around her room. The door was blocked, but maybe there was another way out! 

Still stroking herself, she rushed to her window. She tore open her blinds, blasting the room in a similar glowing light. She opened the window, but even without the glass, a familiar barrier held her within. 

She strained against it, pressing her shoulder with all her might. But as she did, an image began to slowly fade to life. A bouncing road, shaking between two cruel, familiar breasts. 

Amber dropped to her knees, instinctively stroking herself all the while as she stared hopelessly through the window to the real world. She put her in a necklace… The witch’s strength was suddenly crystal clear to Amber. There was no escaping.

– 8 days later –

The witch reappeared to the sight of Amber squirming on her back, arching desperate as she stroked spurts of precum across her body. The moment Amber noticed the witch, her eyes shot wide.

“Ple-ease!” Amber whimpered, groveling on the floor as she stroked. “Can't! Please n-nomore! Letme cummm” Her words fumbled over each other as her need pressed them from her throat before they were fully formed. The witch laughed.

“Remember when you were cumming indefinitely? I bet you’d kill for that again, huh?” The witch teased. Being reminded of that endless pleasure milked a powerful moan from the whimpering mess. The witch snapped her fingers. Magical ropes appeared from portals, wrapping Amber and lifting her from the floor. They tore her hands from her cock, enforcing a “T” pose. Despite never being able to cum from stroking, having her hands pulled from her cock was torturous. They strained helplessly as they reached for it, only able to reach it with her eyes as she watched it throb and dribble.

The witch took Amber's cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she spoke, staring Amber dead in the eyes.

“Well I have some good news, and I have some bad news.” The witch continued to stroke. Amber frantically shook her hips against her binds, trying to accelerate the sensation.

A finger on her other hand began to glow. She slipped it within the circle of red runes around the tip of her cock. She began pulling out, stretching the band and causing the runes to flicker.

Amber whimpered as she felt the effects faltering. She thrusted her hips frantically, nearly crying with need as she felt herself begin to slip past the edge.

“Let's start with…” The witch whispered into Amber's ear, stretching the rune halo to the brink of snapping. “...the bad news.” The witch slipped her finger free, allowing the red runes to snap back into place, reclaiming their strength.

Amber screamed as she felt the curse return just as she slipped past the edge. The witch stopped stroking, laughing as she pulled her hand away. Amber thrashed frantically, eyes locked onto her quivering cock as it bobbed desperately, finally leaking a single drop of cum, weakly dribbling down her shaft in a crushing ruin. 

“PLEAASE!!!” Amber squirmed, straining her head towards her cock, as if she would lick it if her hands were bound. The witch grabbed Amber's chin, forcing her to match her gaze with a sadistic smile.

The ruin made everything worse. It was a drop of water on her lips, still dying of thirst. A cruel reminder with no relief. Tears welled in her eyes as her cock throbbed in a desperate tantrum 

“Unfortunately, the kingdom's mage guild is discussing banning love potions. In that case, I wouldn't be able to make money off your cum anymore. So I won't be removing your curse. That's the bad news.” 

Amber could barely listen. She was busy pressing her hips against her binds, trying to grind her desperate need against the witch’s out-of-reach thigh. 

“The good news is… in the meantime, I can use your never ending stream of precum to make a variety of other potions to sell!” She took a finger, slowly running it up Amber's shaft, collecting the single drop of cum. 

“I won't be wasting a single drop.” She quickly sucked the drop from her finger with a wide smile. “And who knows! Maybe the guild will decide not to ban love potions and you'll get to cum again! We'll just have to wait a few months for their deliberation. They are so painfully slow.”

The witch vanished. 

Amber collapsed to the ground as her binds disappeared. The witch’s words echoed in her head. Her cock throbbed as another drop of precum stretched to the floor. Before it could touch the wood, Amber's hand had already resumed stroking.

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This was a super fun commission! It's rare I get to commission two connected images and a story, so this was a pleasure! It was also such a fun challenge for the composition of the piece and rendering of the magical barrier and her being pressed up against it. Definitely a new muscle getting stretched there! I hope you guys enjoy the image and story! Definitely something I never would have been able to think up on my own!

Figure drawing practice

Been a bit busy, so I decided to share some figure drawings I did from a life drawing class! These are always a big challenge, and I think very helpful for my progression as an artist. I know they aren't overtly sexual lol, but hopefully there is still some enjoyment in them for you guys! Always a challenge to draw different body types as well!

Test of Fate - Chapter 2

Kailynn took a deep breath at her classroom's threshold. She had thought about wearing a scarf, but after making such a big deal about her birthday the day before, everyone would know what a scarf would be hiding. And hiding would just make it worse. It didn’t matter if she was marked a submissive. She was still the top of the food chain in school. All she had to do was act like it. She pushed the door open.

“Hey Kaily–n-nn,” Amity exclaimed, her voice faltering as her eyes dropped to her neck. The buzz of conversations lulled substantially upon her entrance, as loud, public conversations turned into hushed, private ones. Kailynn ignored it, taking her time to enter and sit at her desk. She could feel the sharks in the water, and she was determined not to bleed.

“Hey girl,” Kailynn responded, finally taking her spot beside her friend. 

“A-are you okay?” Amity whispered, leaning in.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“B-because,” Her eyes darted to the brand around her neck, before quickly returning eye contact. “Because you…”

“Oh, that. Yeah, it's fine. I’m positive it was a mistake. I’m sure someone will come correct it soon. They can’t afford to waste me as a subservient.” 

“O-oh right, that makes sense. I’m sure they will!” Amity smiled. But her hesitancy was not lost on Kailynn. But she didn’t need her to believe it. She’d prove her wrong just like everybody else.

–

Rrringgg! Kailynn stretched. Morning classes were finally over. For the most part, sitting tall and acting like nothing happened seemed to be working. As each teacher came in, there was a moment of shock as they noticed, before they carried on like nothing happened. Aside from Mr. Braxton. After he noticed, he gave her a slow look up and down with a smile that made her skin crawl. 

“Hey, squeak.” Kailynn caught Liam at his desk as the class was dispersing for lunch. He looked up at her, barely visible through his disheveled hair. “Grab my lunch and bring it back here, I don’t feel like trekking to the cafeteria today. I forgot my wallet too, so you gotta pay for it.”

“I–”

“Oh, and an extra carton of milk. 2%.” Kailynn gave his table a quick double rap with her knuckles, signaling him to get to it. She turned and left, not giving him a moment to protest. Of course, she hadn’t actually forgotten her wallet. She never had. But she often used that excuse to pull a free meal out of the timid little mouse. And after a day of having her brand eyed by everyone, she needed an extra burst of morale. 

She left the classroom and made her way to her locker. She had to grab a couple books for her afternoon classes. Even though she never used them, not having them always resulted in a scolding. And that kind of attention was something she would rather avoid.

Kailynn could feel the change as she walked the halls. Eyes on her were nothing new. But there was a change. They weren’t aweing her beauty or pleading for her attention. They were eyeing her down. Undressing her with their glances. The normal fear and respect she commanded was slowly eroding into a lust for her. And a lust that suddenly felt far more attainable. 

“Collar looks good on you.” Kailynn heard a smug voice from behind her shoulder. She had a bottom locker, causing her to kneel every time she had to exchange books. She turned to see who approached her, but was instead matched head level with a crotch that was far too close. She pulled back, nearly bashing her head against her locker. She slid up her locker, barely able to stand without pressing against him. It was Brock, one of the stuck-up varsity wrestlers, and two of his lackeys behind him.

“Aww don’t stand up, babe, you were right where you were supposed to be.” He leaned in, towering over Kailynn as he put an arm up against the lockers behind her. Her head was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat for any personal space. But she didn’t shrink back, matching his eye contact sternly.

“Can I help you?” Kailynn kept her eyes locked on his, letting her clear disdain ice her tone. 

“Nope, but I can help you.” He gave her a cocky grin that nearly made her groan. “I know what subservients aren’t allowed to do, and I got a deal for you.” His cocky grin turned lustful as he leaned closer, looking her up and down. 

“Not interested.” Kailynn tried to walk away, but he slid his arm down the lockers, blocking her path. He leaned close enough that she had to turn away, lest his lips would’ve pressed hers. She took a breath as she heard him smell her hair.

“C’mon, yes you are, babe. All you have to do is get on your knees and suck me off, and I'll drop the 500 on you.” He took his other hand, taking a strand of her hair and running his fingers through it. Clearly, disdain was not working. 

“Really? You promise?” Kailynn sweetened her voice, turning her head to match his with the widest doe eyes she could muster. 

“I promise, babe.” Brock grinned, sliding a hand down to the band of his pants.

“But this is only a one time thing?” Kailynn continued, dolling her voice all the while.

“Nah babe, you’ll be my personal blow toy.”

“But how am I supposed to suck you off again, after the first time when I bite it off.” Kailynn’s submissive voice broke into abrupt anger. Brock stuttered back, finally releasing her from the lockers.

“Fucking psycho bitch,” Brock pulled the band of his pants back up. “No one’s gonna pay a single credit for you.” He turned around, leading his group back through the halls.

“I can’t help it, it's just a habit,” Kailynn responded in her best innocent, cutesy voice. “I eat a lot of baby carrots.” She wiggled her pinkie at him, pulling some repressed laughter from his following troupe and a couple passing students. He didn’t turn back, only hurrying his pace down the hall.  

“Fucking tool,” Kailynn whispered under her breath as they disappeared from view, turning back to her locker. She finished grabbing her books and slammed the door shut. As if she’d ever even consider kneeling for a creep like him, no matter how… pent up she got…

Kailynn rested a hand against the soft tattoo circling her neck, slowly sliding her finger against her smooth skin. It felt like nothing was there. But clearly, things had changed. No one ever dared to do that to her before. But just one little collar tattoo was all that was needed to set them loose.

Kailynn shifted on her legs, flattening her skirt. She felt the soft tingle between her thighs. The same one that had begun to creep its way in since the night before.

Kailynn had finished every night before bed for years. It was such a built in part of her routine, the moment she got in bed, a throbbing need ignited through her core, already expecting what was certain to come. But last night was the first night she couldn’t, and her body was not being very understanding.

She clenched her thighs, ordering her body to push the need from her mind. She didn’t take orders from anyone, or anything! Not even her own body.

The bell rang, snapping Kailynn from her trance. Kailynn shook a little life back to her limbs, before taking off for class. Sitting on her desk like clockwork, was a wrapped turkey hoagie roll, a chocolate chip cookie, and two cartons of 2% milk. At least some things never changed. Kailynn smiled, took her seat, and began eating as her afternoon classes started. 

– 

Kailynn closed her room door, leaning against it. The rest of the day had gone by without incident, but she was exhausted. She tossed her bag on the floor and flopped on her bed, absentmindedly rubbing the ring around her neck. Something which was quickly becoming a habitual tic. She turned to her side, eyeing the mark in the mirror. 

She rolled to her back, popping the net up onto a floating window, displayed through her eyes by her neuralink.

Switching from subservient to dominant

She searched, scrolling through the results. The first was a direct post from the Ministry of Development. It was a corporate rehash of the lecture she was given at evaluation. All evaluations are final in order to keep costs low, and that if you were assigned as a subservient, it means you are a subservient deep down. There is no such thing as a mistake.

No. There had to be something else. She backed out, starting another search

Mistakenly evaluated as subservient

Kailynn’s eyes lit up. Actual results! She clicked on the first.

So i just got evaluated today, and they said I was a subservient. I was really hoping for dominant though, and I’m pretty sure I should have gotten it. What should I do?

Kailynn scrolled down to the comments

-Nothing, you’re a subservient, stop fooling yourself

-There is no, “should’ve gotten it,” the tests are perfect, you’ll see.

-don’t worry, you got exactly what you deserve

Kailynn groaned. No way they all really think that, right? Do they seriously believe there are never any mistakes? She was definitely a mistake! Kailynn clicked on the poster's profile. They had a lot of posts. Kailynn began scrolling up their profile, slowly reading their titles:

-10 weeks ago: I got assigned subservient, but I don’t think I am. Please help?

-10 weeks ago: Is there a way to swap from subservient to dominant?

-9 weeks ago: Are there any easy ways to earn orgasms? 

-8 weeks ago: It’s getting hard to stay focused at work, can I get orgasm permission through work to stay productive?

-6 weeks ago: Fired from job, I can’t think, how do i get orgasms??

-5 weeks ago: will suck cock for orgasms, please dm

-5 weeks ago: do dominants have to keep their word to subservients?

-3 weeks ago: I suck you off. fuck me anywhere. I dont fucking care just please actually buy an orgasm for me???? Dm please!!!!!

-2 weeks ago: will do anything to cum. Contract link in post. Idc who, just own me. I’ll serve you perfect. Please dm!!!!!!

-1 week ago: Final post

Kailynn felt her nerves growing with every post. She hovered over the final post, before finally clicking it.

A picture of a girl popped up, grinning with a cock resting on her face, and cum covering nearly every inch of her completely exposed body. Kailynn’s thighs pressed together.

Felicity will not be posting again. She’s happy in her new role, and has better things to focus on than keeping up with her online status.  –Felicity’s new owner.

Kailynn stared at the floating monitor. She felt her core twinge with arousal.

“No fucking way!” Kailynn shouted to her empty room, instantly closing out of the girl's profile. That wasn’t going to be her. It wasn’t! She kept searching. Profile after profile. Testimony after testimony. Each was the same. An endless string of girls ending up on their knees. Even a few guys ending up in cages. It didn’t matter, every one of them was the same!

Each time she found a new person who claimed to be mistakenly marked subservient, watching their online profile slowly collapse into their new fate hammered another nerve wracking nail into her coffin. Just one. Please let her find just one person who managed to get switched to dominant!

–

Kailynn closed the net in defeat. She had searched for hours, and hadn't found a single person. Not even a single mention of someone escaping the tattooed collar. She felt wetness between her thighs as she shifted on her bed. A sensation that nearly startled her. Her hand slipped down beneath her skirt and pressed against her panties. They were completely soaked. 

The moment she felt the pressure of her finger tips, a burning jolt of desire shot through her. Spending the last few hours so completely focused on the net, she hadn’t realized her body had slowly begun to crave more attention. Her finger pressed down harder, softly beginning to trace a circle before she pulled her hand off in a huff.

“Stupid fucking subservient laws,” Kailynn pouted to herself. She wasn’t a subservient. Her body was just used to cumming every night, and that’s why she felt so… She groaned, pushing herself up from her bed. She could block it out if she wanted. And she was going to prove it.

Kailynn slowly trekked through her empty, quiet home. Her parents ran one of the largest international banking firms in existence. But this required them to spend a vast majority of their time overseas. Rather than uproot her life for travel, they decided to simply buy her a floor apartment and allow her to live alone. 

The entire 33rd floor of the apartment complex was under Kailynn’s name. It was only accessible by a biometrically locked elevator, and a little over 3000 square feet of an open-style luxury home. The glass floor-to-ceiling windows rounding the entire apartment overlooked the glistening neon of the city, lighting her apartment in a cool blue glow, gentle enough to walk around in the night without flipping a switch.

Kailynn grabbed a brush off the bathroom counter, slowly working her way up towards her roots in progressively longer strokes. Once her hair was completely smooth, she stripped off her uniform.

Her shower was glassless. It was simply a large tiled square with rainfall shower heads from the ceiling. It was positioned alongside the edge of the building, with a glass window overlooking the city. The bottom half of the window was transitioned to privacy glass, allowing only a blurred silhouette of her body to be visible, while her view of the sea of lights remained unobstructed. 

Kailynn took a much colder shower than usual. Every time her mind began to wander towards the posts she read, or the growing ache between her legs, she’d drop the temperature. Attempting to jolt her system out of the thought patterns like a shock collar. She finished her shower shivering. 

She grabbed a towel, quickly drying herself before wrapping it around her dripping hair. She stared into the unfogged mirror, eyeing down the curves of her body. Her mind flashed to the girl’s post, seeing herself kneeling and covered in–

“Fuck!” Kailynn shouted, storming from the bathroom. She tossed her towel to the floor, flipping her still damp hair over the back of the couch as she flopped against it. That wasn’t going to be her. She flipped on the TV.

Nearly a wall sized light sprang to life, basking the room in its glow. Surround sound speakers from within the walls of the living room played entirely immersive audio of a cybernetics advertisement. Kailynn pulled up a tab on her neural link, scrolling through her social media feeds as the TV consumed the white noise of the room.

Kailynn stopped scrolling. Gianna's had a new post! She clicked it. Her eyes widened as the model sprung to her screen. It was a gorgeous girl with a short black and white bob, modeling an exquisite white dress. It had slits going up both of the legs, continuing past the hips and exposing the girl's underboob, before passing through the top neckline, dividing the dress into 3 visually distinct sections. Then, to hold the sections in place, white straps zigzagged across her body, latching the dress to her curves. The combination of smooth, pristine white material and straps gave the dress an elegant, yet teasingly erotic appeal.

She was infatuated. She loved everything about it. Gianna’s was her favorite clothing line. They produced the highest quality attire, always leaning into the added allure clothing can give a girl, turning the ability to be desired into a superpower for achieving your will. They were the company Kailynn wanted to sign with the most.

Kailynn thought back to her evaluation day, repeating the options she was given by the mountain man. Two weeks to find a job, or six weeks to find a dominant to serve. Her brow creased in anger. Who cares if they screwed up her test and put her subservient. Modeling wasn’t a government job, nor one of particularly high power standing. There was no reason she couldn’t still do what she wanted!

She clicked on their advertisement link, bringing her to Gianna’s home page. She navigated their website until she found what she was looking for: Job openings. 

Are you dominant or a subservient?

Kailynn growled… She clicked dominant. She was greeted by an assortment of sample modeling. Girls modeling dresses and outfits. Girls modeling makeup products. Girls modeling jewelry. Even links to other companies which Gianna’s would lease their models too, spreading their models’ recognizability, along with Gianna’s.

She scrolled through their options, oohing and awing at the beauty of every aspect of the site. The models, the clothes, the photography. Once she finished viewing all the options, she scrolled up to the job she desired. The job she had always desired. A clothing and fashion model. 

Error: You have a subservient employment block installed. This job is Grade E level employment, and is unavailable to subservients without the required permission granted by a contracted dominant. If you have a contracted dominant willing to give permission, please scan their neuralink for their dominant identification code. Otherwise, please view our job listings available for uncontracted subservients!

Kailynn collapsed back, sinking deep into the couch cushion. She stared at the message for a while. There was no way she was ever gonna contract herself. She rubbed her hand against the tattoo rounding her neck. At least Gianna’s had options for subservients. She clicked on the link to view their listings.

“Oh God!” Kailynn squeaked, her face instantly flushing red. She was immediately greeted by a barrage of exposed models. Girls modeling the most revealing lingerie. Girls modeling various bdsm equipment and poses. Girls squirming while playing with various toys and products. All of them with a black band collaring their necks.

Kailynn forced herself to look through every listing, hoping with each new listing, the next would be a little more dignified. But it never was. Kailynn’s cheeks burned with defiance. There was no way she could model like this! Everyone she knew would be able to see her completely exposed and… and showing herself off whenever they wanted! From her friends, to leering, lustful jackasses like Brock. She could never! She would never debase herself like that…

She closed their website, trying to use her anger to quell the ever growing arousal she felt, which was in no way aided from viewing a countless number of sexual models. She felt the wetness she was trying to ignore continuing to grow, licking the inside of her silken thighs. She shoved off the couch. She just needed to go to bed. It would be better in the morning.

–

Kailynn rolled in her bed. She turned to her nightstand. 03:32. She grabbed an extra pillow, pressing it into her face as she groaned. Her body was still hard coded into cumming every night, and it was not letting her sleep without it. Every time her mind quieted as it began to shut down for the night, the lack of distraction allowed her arousal to pour back through her body. Without a thought, her legs would clench and her hands would slip down to meet them. Every time, she would stop them before they reached their destination. But with each pulsing wave, they got closer and closer.

Kailynn’s neuralink beeped. She had an unread notification. She opened her message board, watching it appear floating above her bed. 

1 new message from: Anonymous

Another confession? Kailynn thought to herself. She had received dozens of these in the past. Classmates who wanted to confess to her, but didn’t want to be known unless she responded positively. Spineless puppies, too afraid to face the consequences of their desires. Since she was up, she might as well decline them now. She clicked on the message.

The moment she did, hundreds of windows filled her vision. Moans filled her ears as each window showed a girl convulsing in pleasure, cumming in all various manners. 

“What the F–” Kailynn closed a window, and another. Each window took only a moment to close, but it required her to focus on it. Taking in the video for a moment before it disappeared. All the while, her audio was flooded by the fusion of moans from every window, layering on top of each other in a storm of ecstasy.

It took nearly a minute for Kailynn to close every window. A minute which caused the insides of her thighs to slicken. Every video was filled with exactly what she craved most. Reminding her over and over of what she couldn’t have. Once the final video closed, she saw a follow up message the person sent.

That’ll be you. You have no self control.

“Seriously?!” Kailynn furiously cleared the message, wishing the anger in her thoughts could do more than simply delete it. “I have self control!” She fumed to herself. What did this random person know?! She knew herself better. No one was stronger than her. And she’d prove it.

Kailynn closed her messaging board, taking the time to fully disconnect her neuralink from the net, just in case that message had more inside it than a popup trojan. She’d scan for viruses tomorrow, but in the meantime, knowing there were no peering eyes was enough.

Defiant as ever, Kailynn slid a hand beneath the covers. She had willpower. She pressed her fingers against her clit. The touch was electric, causing her back to arch a bit from her bed. She began rubbing, slow circles as she counted each one. One. Two. Three…

50 times. That was all she was giving herself. With each circle her breath deepened. She had been careful not to touch, unwilling to cave to her body's commands. But being the first time she really allowed herself to touch since evaluation, her body was far past ready.

48. 49. 50.

Kailynn pulled her hand away. Her hips lifted off the bed for a moment, allowing her clit to hungrily follow her hand’s departure, but she quickly pulled them back to the bed. She stifled a moan in her throat.

“See?” Kailynn whispered to herself. She crossed her arms, tapping a finger restlessly against her arm. Self control. She could stop herself easily! No problem at all. She scoffed thinking back to the anonymous messenger’s comment. They didn’t know anything about her.

Kailynn fixed her blanket, kicking her feet to straighten out the lower corners before pulling its edge above her bare shoulders. And just like that, she was going to stop and go to bed. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes…

It had felt amazing though… She had almost forgotten how intoxicating touching could be. She returned to her back. Maybe she’d touch for a bit longer. She clearly had the willpower to stop, so what was the harm in enjoying the sensation for a bit longer?

She let her fingers slide back. She had the willpower, so might as well do 100 this time. 

Kailynn softly bit her lip as the sensation returned, her chest gently shifting the blanket as her breath quickened. A quiet moan slipped from her lips, barely audible despite the dead quiet of her blackened room. Her fingers sped, each circle slowly raising the speed of the next. 

98. 99. 100!

Kailynn pulled her fingers off. Her core tightened, tensing the muscles down to her toes as she held her hips back from following once again. She slid her hands up, clasping them together above her heart. Her knuckles whitened slightly. 

Once again, no problem. Kailynn complimented herself, reinforcing her control over the now more aggressive ache between her legs.

However, her frustration was growing. Just touching felt… hollow. She knew she couldn’t cum, but her body still ached for more. Each gentle teasing circle only caused her to feel needier. She needed something… harder. Something to give her just a little bit of satisfaction. 

“Just one edge.” She whispered to herself. “You can stop.” Her fingers eagerly returned. Her hips lurched as she touched once again. They began ever so softly rocking against her fingers, tempting them to press harder and harder. 

Kailynn’s toes curled. Her lower lip clenched in her teeth as her head rolled back. She was so close now. So close! She pulled her fingers off.

“Mfff,” Kailynn whispered, allowing her knees to knock as she held her hands in the air, tightly clenching her straightened fingers as she raised her hands, like she was surrendering her clit at gunpoint. 

Her hips rocked as she clenched on the edge, over and over as her body urged her to continue. But her hands held back, allowing her hips to slow as the edge began to fade. 

She let out a long sigh. The need she had. For something hard, something even slightly satisfying? The edge satisfied it. It felt incredible. Her body buzzed with pleasure, and the need to touch slowly began to lessen. She could do this. This was enough, and she had full control. She could stop herself at the edge. She knew it. 

She fixed her blanket once again. She had proved herself. She chuckled softly, embarrassed for the person who sent that message. It was smart of them to send it anonymously. Saved them the shame of looking like an idiot. 

Kailynn rolled to her side, smiling at her victory. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over her. But after a few minutes, she was still awake.

She felt the ache of her clit begin to claw its way back. Her thighs gently rubbed together.

“Okay, one more.” She sighed to herself. The satisfaction she felt after her last edge, the window where her body felt a lull of need from allowing it the attention it desired? She would edge one more time, and then fall asleep during that window. She held back easily last time. It was fine to give herself one more.

The moment her fingers touched her clit again, something felt slightly different. The need was deeper. Heavier. But it made the satisfaction of touching that much more euphoric. 

Kailynn moaned, spreading her legs wide as her hips softly pressed up against her finger. The edge came quickly.

She pulled her hand off, yanking a soft whimper from her throat. Her hips bucked, and she moaned with pleasure as the edge throbbed through her. She felt the satisfaction she was searching for, but deep underneath it, there was something else too.

It was like a tiny itch. A gentle tingle that asked politely to be satisfied. The pleasure of the edge began to fade, but the tickling buzz remained. Just a few quick touches to satisfy it. Then bed.

She pressed against her clit, pushing hard as she gave a few slow rubs. It felt indescribable. The pleasure of the touch scratched the itch perfectly. She groaned with relief, before pulling her fingers off again.

The moment her fingers were gone, the little itch returned. And it returned just a hair stronger. 

One more edge. She stopped fine last time. She already proved she had the self control required. And an edge would scratch that itch completely. Just one more. Then bed. 

Kailynn began rubbing again. A new furiosity was in her fingers, pressing harder and faster. The more stimulation she gave herself, the more she felt relief. Like scratching a mosquito bite. 

“Ffffuck,” Kailynn whispered as she left her clit throbbing on the edge once again. She bit her lip, letting a whimpered breath escape through her nose. She was right. The itch was gone!

Until it wasn’t.

Before the contractions of her edge had vanished, the itch began clawing its way back in. She groaned, clenching her hips as they bucked, trying to squeeze it from her throbbing clit.

She had stopped again. She’d earned another.

Her touches became more erratic. She stopped herself on the edge again. And again. And again. Every time she felt like she got it. She was finally satisfied. But then the itch would return, stronger than before.

Touching no longer scratched it like it used to. It began sinking deeper and deeper, tickling just underneath her finger as she rubbed, convincing her to rub harder and harder. Push the pleasure deeper and deeper, and only then would the itch fade. 

Sometimes she’d get a random burst of satisfaction, silencing the itch for a moment before it returned even stronger. Training her to continue desperately rubbing, searching for those moments of relief.

She kicked off her blanket. Her hips bucked furiously as she moaned, grabbing her chest the moment she hit each edge, trying to weasel out as much stimulation as she could without slipping over. But each time, it wasn’t enough. 

She couldn’t even track how many times she edged. Her breath was heavy, her butt and legs burned from the constantly tensing and bucking, and her fingers ached nearly as much as her clit. 

Tears welled in her eyes with every edge. Her touching became frazzled and panicked, desperately trying to silence the need between her legs, but somehow every touch fell tantalizingly short.

It was torture. A kind of torture she had never experienced. The need in her clit was unquenchable. Like an itch being scratched with a feather. But no matter how much worse it got, she couldn’t pull the feather away. 

“I can’t, I can’t!” Kailynn whimpered, tears beading in her eyes. Her clit couldn’t take another disappearing act. The itch would consume her completely. Her fingers glued to her clit, pressing hard enough to ache through her need. She rubbed frantically, a desperate haze completely fogged her mind, tingling through every pore of her skin. 

“Fuckkk!!!” Kailynn screamed. Convulsions pulsed through her as she came, rubbing harder and harder with every wave of pleasure. Her vision faded, lungs seizing with every shake of the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her thighs clenched around her hand, determined to never let her fingers escape again, curling her into a convulsing fetal position.

She nearly passed out. The relief and pleasure was indescribable, finally scratching an itch that had tormented her for hours. The tingling ecstasy buzzed throughout even the tips of her fingers. It took her nearly a minute of frozen breaths before the afterglow of pleasure finally began to subside.

And as it did, it was replaced by sheer panic.

Kailynn quickly reconnected her neuralink. She opened her notifications tab, laying frozen in the dark as she eyed it. As if a single movement would out her. As if a single breath would notify the Ministry.

She laid in perfectly still silence, stifling even the need of deep breaths as her body recovered from its world breaking orgasm.

But nothing came. Five minutes passed. Then ten. And still nothing. 

Kailynn let a nervous laugh break free, as the rush of relief broke through her panic. They must not be able to tell she came since she was disconnected from the net!

Kailynn let out a giggling sigh, running her fingers through her hair. She could do this. She could live as a subservient. With this loophole, she would make it work. She’d find a way to work herself up to the jobs she wanted. Satisfy her own needs offline, and never cave to a dominant. With the ability to cum now, she could make it. She was assertive enough to deal with a thousand Brocks. And once she proved herself at another modeling agency, Gianna’s would be begging to have her model from them, subservient or not.

Kailynn kicked her feet out, straightening her blanket once again. She rolled to her side and closed her eyes.

–

The black glass of Kailynn’s room shifted transparent, allowing in the light of the morning sun. Kailynn stretched, enjoying the cool comfort of her silken sheets. Then her eyes shot open. She had a notification. She clicked it.

You have been summoned by: The Ministry of Development.

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Myra sighed as she sat down on the subway bench. The doors closed, and the train jerked to life, shaking beneath her. She pulled out her phone, re-reading her messages. Myra had talked to a lot of guys online, and it was because of this past experience, that she had doubts about this interaction.

Myra felt like she was cursed. She was a five foot, pretty brunette, with deep brown eyes and a fit figure. She thought she was very attractive. The perfect clay to be molded into the kind of girl she wanted to be. But no matter how many guys she talked to, she couldn’t find one who wouldn’t let her cum.

A curse was the only explanation! Or perhaps something about her just screamed, “go easy on me.” She couldn’t understand it. Every guy she talked to started off great. They’d tease her, they’d edge her, they’d use her to get themselves off. And then they’d always give in to her begging.

“You were such a good girl. Yes, you’re allowed to cum.” Those words were the bane of her existence. Myra loved to beg. It was one of her favorite parts of being denied. Because begging was what led to being told “no”. Myra squirmed in her subway seat simply at the thought. Some guys would resist her begging for a while, but given enough time, given enough desperation in her voice, they’d always cave eventually. 

Myra wanted to be denied. Every time she begged to cum, there was a little voice in the back of her head, hoping and praying they would say no. A duality of her mind that she craved to explore. No matter how desperate she got, she had yet to experience that voice's absence. She could always go longer. Deep down, she always wanted to go longer, but she was only human. If she was given permission to cum, she’d cave. Cumming felt incredible afterall. Probably the sensation she enjoyed most in the world. And because of that, she couldn’t deny herself. She needed someone else to take her reins. 

Something about this interaction felt a little different than the others. When most guys messaged her, they were eager. She could tell they were messaging her with one hand. They were almost frantic for her attention, excited to prove themselves, or even just use her to get off for the night and disappear. But with this new message, that was entirely missing.

“If you can make it a month without cumming, then we can talk.” That was their opener. Showing so little interest, putting in so little effort; it was like they didn’t even care if she messaged them back or not. At first she was off-put, but an element of it was exciting for her. It was a challenge. She had to prove herself for their attention. 

She tested them a few times during the month, asking if she could cum periodically. But each time, their response was short and direct. “No. If you can make it a month, then we can talk.”

Myra had finally made it a month. Curiosity forced her to keep her fingers in check. She messaged them again, asking to cum now that it had finally been a month. She expected a yes, trying to silence the disappointed voice in the back of her head. But instead, the only response was an invite to a private club, along with its address.

Myra had been to sex clubs before, although she wasn’t a big fan of them. They seemed to all have the same problem. They make money off their clients' enjoyment, and want to do whatever is possible to get them to come back again. Which with Myra’s tendency to beg her heart out, often resulted in letting her cum.

Myra squeezed her legs together, pulling them to the side to let a passenger shuffle past her and off the subway. The clench of her thighs was enough to cause a small wave of pleasure. She composed herself, fighting the urge to rub between her legs in the middle of the subway car. A month was a pretty long time for her. Since she was cursed with laxed doms, her stretches of denial rarely broke a week.

Myra stepped out of the subway, sneaking past the hustle of people. The club was only a couple blocks from her stop. 

Myra stopped in front of a nice office building. She hesitated to go in, double checking the address from her messages. Was this really it? It looked more like a financial firm than a sex club. They had better not have sent her to some random place as a prank. That’d be a humiliating conversation to have. 

“Welcome!” Myra smiled back at the secretary's greeting. The inside of the building was even nicer. The entire area exuded wealth. The lighting was elegant, the architecture was sleek. It was beautiful. But for all the obvious wealth, the only furniture in the room was the secretary's desk. Despite the vast open interior, there wasn’t even a single chair in the waiting room. 

“Are you a client, or do you have an invitation?” The secretary asked. She was an unassuming girl in a full black dress. Her hair was up in a ponytail, with simple earrings and a pair of slim framed glasses. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but she had an air of elegance to her. Her impeccable posture and welcoming smile gave the interior an even more professional appearance. Enough to make Myra a little nervous.

“Oh, um. I think I have an invitation? Or I got this message…” Myra trailed off as she grabbed her phone, opening her dms to show the receptionist the invitation she was sent. It was just a picture of a simple silhouetted girl on her knees, with a QR code in the corner. “I don’t know if this is the right place even, but is this–?”

“Yep! That’s an invitation! And yes I know, this place might not be exactly what you were expecting, but all of that is in the back.” The girl smiled, pulling out a scan gun and verifying the QR code. She smiled, satisfied with the computer's response “I do have to verify however: Have you had an orgasm since you received this invitation?”

Myra’s eyes widened. Her question felt incredibly out of place in the middle of such a professional setting.

“Um… No I haven’t.” Myra clenched her legs together, trying to hide the wetness in her panties from the world.

“Wonderful!” The secretary reached under the desk, pulling out a clipboard with a pile of papers stuck to it. It amazed Myra how nonchalant she was. As if she had just asked her the date for her dentist appointment. “Because you have an invitation and have not had an orgasm since then, our services are free of charge! I just need you to look through these forms and sign at the bottom!”

“Oh, thank you.” Myra chuckled. She’d never been to a club before where denial was accepted as payment. Definitely seemed like a good sign. “What is all this?” Myra asked, briefly looking through the dozen or so sheets of paper.

“It’s a consent form for the actions of the club. We recommend you have your lawyer present and read through each line carefully. But if not, it is just meant to allow those in back to touch you, and to keep the club out of trouble by consenting to our services for the duration of your stay!” Myra had been to a few sex clubs before and signed their consent forms. None had been nearly this extensive, but she assumed it was probably the same song and dance.

“That’s okay, it’s fine.” Myra shuffled to the last page, quickly signing it and sliding it back.

“Very good. Please head through the door on your right then. I hope you enjoy your stay!”

“Um, thank you.” Myra clenched her purse in her hand, and headed in.

The moment she opened the doors, it felt like she was stepping into another world. The walls were a deep red, connecting the jet black tiles of the floor and ceiling. A stark contrast to the professional monotone interior of the room before. But that was all she had time to take in, before a far more interesting sense demanded her attention.

A cacophony of muffled moans filled the air. Moans unlike anything Myra had ever heard. The girls were almost screaming with pleasure, with a mix of pure primal need so powerful she could hear the tears in their eyes. The moment their wails hit her ears, she felt her core instinctive contract, instantly igniting the desperation that had been slowly idling beneath the surface.

Myra nearly reached between her legs right there in the hallway, but a man rounded the corner, and approached her through the hell-lit hallway.

He was a buttoned up gentleman wearing a stark black three piece suit. He had curly brown hair, separating evenly across his forehead and ending in small twirled tips. He wore a pair of small round classes. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but he had a strong jawline, and his attire and posture gave him an air of importance that kept Myra’s attention tightly locked.

“Miss Myra, if you would please follow me?” 

“Of course.” Myra followed him through the winding hallways. Every dozen or so feet, the deep red wall would open up into a floor to ceiling window revealing a playroom. Myra had seen public playrooms before, but usually there was only one or two in the entire club. It seemed they were the only option in this club. The thought of being seen by passing customers only added to the wetness saturating her panties.

Each room had a similar scene. A naked girl, frantically pleasuring someone in a masquerade mask, oftentimes several someones. Their desire to please was almost hypnotic. They were like starving animals, unable to find any food, despite being surrounded by its aroma.

The further Myra was led in, the louder the swirl of primal moans became. The rooms full of people emptied out, but still, the moans were getting louder as they left the frantic orgies behind them. Finally, the man stopped. He pulled keys from his suit and began unlocking one of the playroom doors. Myra’s eyes wandered as she waited. Her eyes froze in place as she spotted another room in use, across the hall from hers. 

It was empty, aside from a girl bound spread eagle on the floor. There was a vibrator hanging from a gear on the ceiling, and the girl was arching her body, desperately pressing her clit into the air, chasing the vibrator with her hips as it swung effortlessly from her gentle grazes. Her body was soaked in sweat, gasping heavily through her gagged moans. 

Then the gear clicked up a few notches, pulling the vibrator out of the girl's frantic reach. She screamed into her gag, thrashing against her binds in a fruitless attempt to reach it. Her cheeks were glistening wet as tears streamed past her blindfold. Her hips bucked, frantically fucking the air in the vibrators absence, letting lose a wave of desperate moans so primal it gave Myra goosebumps. The gear clicked a few more times, slowly lowering the vibrator back down until it just barely grazed her clit once again, reigniting the girl's desperation in an explosive way. 

Myra looked further down the hallway. There were dozens of rooms. Were they all…?

“Um, are they–”

“Right this way, Miss.” The door swung open.

“R-right.” Myra took one last look down the hallway, before the pressure of the man’s gaze guided her in. She could feel a drip leak past the edge of her panties, slowly trailing down her thigh as the girl's image was drilled into her mind. Maybe this place would be different from the other clubs she’d visited.

The room was warmer than the hallway. It was filled with pristine, white tiles that clicked against Myra’s heels. The floor to ceiling windows were actually one way mirrors, as Myra turned back to view the girl across the hall again, but was only met by her own reflection. Aside from the two of them, the room was entirely empty, save a small button just inside the door, and a little hook which held two small, metallic rings.

“I’ll be your dom for the duration of your stay, Miss Myra. Unless you have any problems with that?” 

“N-no, not at all.” Myra felt excitement bubble up in her. She was way past ready to start. Her thighs were slick with need, and it took all she could just to keep from rubbing them together while she stood there.

“Good,” the man turned from the door, adjusting the cuff of his suit as he did. The moment his eyes fell on her, she felt her knees knock slightly. “Then we’ll start with removing your clothes. All of them.” 

“O-of course.”

“Of course, sir.” The man corrected. Myra nearly squeaked. She quickly placed her purse on the ground. She unclasped her dress behind her back, letting it slip off her shoulders and crumple to the ground. The moment it left her skin, Myra felt a wave of arousal. All that was left was a matching black pair of underwear and her black heels. And the man seemed perfectly comfortable staring her down in her new revealing attire.

Myra unhooked her bra. She held it in place, before biting her lip and letting it drop, revealing her perky C cups to the warm air of the room. She placed her thumbs in the bands of her panties, bending down as she began to slide them off, instantly blushing at the state of them. She pressed her legs together as she did, hoping the fabric would wipe off some of the wetness dripping down her inner thighs. The moment they were free, she kicked off her heels, standing completely exposed before the full suited man.

“Hands behind your back.” Myra squirmed under his command. She peeled her interlocked hands apart from in front of her quivering clit, and clasped her hands behind her back.

The man walked around her, as if inspecting a car upon a lot, gauging if he should buy. He walked slowly, eyeing her up and down from every new angle. Myra flushed under his gaze.

“So you haven’t cum in, how long was it again?” 

“O-one month exactly, sir.” Her voice cracked.

“One month exactly. So you came in the day you got your invitation? Is one month a long time for you?”

“Yes, sir. My record in fact.”

“Your record.” The man stopped pacing just before her. “You must be desperate then?”

“V-very, sir.” Myra could barely contain her hands behind her back. Her legs were softly shaking as she felt a drip tickle down her inner thigh.

“Show me.” The man clasped his hands behind his back. “One edge, then stop touching. You are not allowed to cum.”

Myra whimpered beneath her breath at his preemptive denial. She quickly released her clasped hands, allowing her fingers to slip between her legs. She squirmed the moment her fingers pressed her clit. It was electric. The pleasure instantly flooded her every being, quickly wetting her fingers as they rubbed frantic circles against her throbbing clit.

The edge came too quickly. Myra moaned as she hit it, barely able to pull her fingers away. Her hand clenched desperately a few inches from her clit as her breath shook, trying to still the waves of need coursing through her, causing her chest to softly bounce with each crash.

“That was quick.” The man commented. He took a step closer to her. “Again.” 

Myra moaned, returning her fingers eagerly. Every second caused them to accelerate, until only a few seconds in she was frantically rubbing, and a few seconds after, pulling them off entirely.

“Mff please may I cum, sir?” Myra whimpered, battling the will of her body as she held her fingers an inch from her clit.

“No you may not.” Myra moaned. Her body ached at his response, but the little voice in the back of her head buzzed with joy. “...Again.”

Every time he told her “no”, she felt her knees get a little shakier, and her willpower a little weaker. The man kept her edging, over and over, until Myra could no longer stand. She crumpled to her knees, with her hand shaking just above her clit.

“Again.” Myra’s hand was stuck in place.

“I-I c-can’t sir. I-I’ll, I’ll cum. Please no more, p-please just let me cum, sir.” The man stood towering above, hands still clasped behind his back as he peered down on the quivering, panting girl beneath him. He took a breath.

“46 edges. Not bad.” He turned and walked to the door, grabbing the two rings hanging on the hook. He unclasped them and offered them toward Myra. “If you are too desperate to cum, put these on.” 

Myra looked up at him. Seeing them up close, they were two metal rings with various glowing bulges that ran their circumference. Their inside was lined with a black, leathery padding. They were bracelets.

“Do you want to cum? Put them on. Now.” Myra’s body instantly responded. She grabbed the rings, snapping them shut around each wrist. They held firm to her skin, but the padded liner made them comfortable, and perfectly balanced the line of not too loose, nor too tight.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Myra obeyed. The man pulled out a device from his suit. The moment he pressed a button, the bracelets buzzed to life, instantly latching together with a powerful magnetic rush, extracting a soft grunt from the unsuspecting Myra.

“Since you are too desperate to edge yourself anymore,” The man kneeled between her legs, rolling up one of his suit cuffs. “I’ll take over.”

Myra’s eyes widened with realization as he reached between her legs.

“Please, no more. Please just let me cum!” The man’s fingers felt like live wires as they trailed up her inner thigh. He softly circled his fingers around Myra’s slit, easily wetting them with her copious amount of desperation. Myra moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her.

His fingers felt like magic. Her back arched as he curled them within her, pressing up against her desperate g-spot, swollen with need. Then he curled his palm over, pressing it down against her clit.

“Pleeease!” Myra groaned as he began pressing his palm and fingers against her, rubbing small circles with every squeeze like he was kneading dough. Her thighs clenched around his arm, but he effortlessly held her legs apart. He was far stronger than she imagined his physique beneath the suit.

She melted in his hands. It only took seconds under his extraordinary skill to barrel her towards the edge.

“I can’ttt, fffuu–m cummin–” The man's hand disappeared. Myra’s hips thrashed from the edge, but the man pressed a firm hand against her pelvis and held her to the ground. “PLEASE!! Goddd pleaseI let me cumm!!” Myra wailed, straining her hands against the magnetic prison behind her back.

“No.” Tears welled in her eyes. The little voice in the back of her head had never been so quiet before. She needed to cum. More than she knew was possible. His hands returned between her legs. Myra moaned, biting her lip so hard it hurt. Her toes curled and thrashed against the floor as he brought her to the edge again. She tried to hide it, but the moment she hit it, his hands vanished regardless. Like he could see through her.

Over. And over. The man brought her to the edge. Myra lost track of the times she nearly came. The times she pleaded and begged to cum. The times he said no. The little voice in her head hoping for another ‘no’ got quieter, and quieter. The need of her body drowned it in desire, and finally, like a flip of a switch, it was off.

Myra screamed, frantically pulling her arms around her body, straining against her cuffs as she reached for her clit.

“I can’t! Stop! Let me cum I hav–I have to cumm!!!” The man caught her cuffs, using them as a leash as he pulled her hands from her clit and pressed the cuffs to the ground. He reached into his suit and pulled out the device. As he pressed another button, they latched to the floor, pinning her arms in place behind her back.

“No!!” Myra writhed, frantically shifting back and forth around her pinned arms, searching desperately for any way to press her clit against anything! But there was no way she could. 

The man stood up, straightening his suit as he watched the naked squirming girl in front of her fight tooth and nail for the release she desired.

“We take special care in choosing who we invite here.” The man spoke, barely audible over Myra’s endless stream of begging. “We choose women who really crave denial. But can’t seem to get the level they desire in their day to day life. And in this club, we believe denial only really starts, once you genuinely need to cum.” 

The man walked over to the wall, pressing the sole button by the door.

“And we discovered, once women hit that point of genuinely needing to cum, they will do anything for it. Please anyone for it. They become this… unquenchable thirst. This bottomless well of pure desperation and need. And that makes them… very profitable.” 

The door opened up, and two burly men in suits carried in what looked like an examination chair and a bag full of stuff.

“You remember those men and women in the front rooms? In the masquerade masks? Well, those are our clients. Exorbitantly rich and powerful people from all manner of private industry and government. And they pay us ludicrous amounts of money in order to maintain a stock of denied and ungodly horny women, eager to please them in any way they see fit.”

Myra’s eyes widened as part of his words finally seeped through her relentless plea for release.

“N-nno no you can’t!! You h-have to let me go! I need to cumm, I-I need to go home and cumm you can’t!!!!”

“Oh no, we definitely can.” The man responded as the men began latching the chair to the ground. They pulled out two more of the magnetic cuff rings, latching them around Myra’s flailing legs. “Didn’t you read the contract you signed coming in here? It was for a 1 year, live-in experience. Slightly shaky, I know. But with so many of our clients as powerful lawyers and government officials, shaky is all we need.” 

The men unlatched her from the floor, lifting her up and placing her in the chair. Even in their arms, Myra didn’t waste the opportunity, frantically trying to grind her hips against their arm or chest or anything she could reach, but the men seemed prepared for it, deftly holding her back from letting her clit get even the softest touch.

They placed her in the chair, moving limb by limb to latch her in place. The moment her cuff got close enough, it magnetically snapped the fixture in the chair, holding her with far more force than she could ever muster.

“Please!! Please fine I’ll stay a year I don’t care idontCARE just PLEASE let me cummm!!!”

“We can’t do that. It would be a betrayal to our clients, lessening the merchandises’ desire to please. But don’t worry. Once you are allowed to service clients, if you do a good enough job, they might give you permission to cum. All you have to do is truly impress them with how eager and desperate you are to please.” 

The men ran straps around her thighs and hips, ratcheting her down until she couldn’t budge her hips a single millimeter, holding her clit perfectly still. Then they reached into the bag, pulling out a mechanical arm with a feather on the end. Myra’s eyes shot wide with fear.

“PLEASE DON’T!!! I can’t take it! I swear! I’ll die just please please PLEASE let me cum!!!!”

“Don’t worry, we’ve driven women far past your point of desperation, and no one’s died. You’ll see.” The men attached the mechanical arm to a fixture between her legs, angling it up and gently resting the feather against her clit. Myra whimpered as it touched her, straining to buck her hips against it, but they may as well have been set in concrete. The man reached into his suit and pulled out the device. The moment he pressed a button, the feather flickered to life.

Myra screamed with desperation. The feather lightly flicked back and forth, so gently she could barely feel it, and randomly sporadic so she couldn’t become accustomed to it. But with how desperate she was, even the gentle graze of a feather was just barely not enough to push her over.

“Noooongghhggff!!” Myra’s protest morphed into a guttural scream as she thrashed her chest about, hoping to escape. Or hoping some of the movement would make its way to her hips and allow her cum. Or hoping for anything!

The men reached inside the bag and pulled out a gag and blindfold. Myra tried to escape the burly men’s hands, but they had no problem fitting her with both.

“All is not lost though.” The man leaned in close to her. “With our clubs incredible resources and vast clientele, we can continue your life exactly as it is. You will be paid your current job's wage. We can invent any excuse to give you a hiatus from your job, giving it back to you once your contract is up. Hell, we’ll even have someone go to your apartment and water your plants. The moment your contract is up, you can step back into your old life like nothing ever happened.” 

Myra was whimpering through her gag, barely able to listen with the feather flicking mercilessly.

“And if you recall, your contract is only for 1 year. Law dictates a limit to how long we can offer an initial contract. But if we renew a contract, the new duration can last 1 year longer than the previous.” 

The man leaned in closer, whispering into her ear.

“I want you to hear this while you’re still fairly cognizant. The moment your year contract is up, you can leave and cum to your heart's content. Experience a mind blowing orgasm that you have never experienced before, and then step right back into your previous life. But one week before your contract ends, I’ll come back with an offer.

“You can renew your contract for two years, and right then and there, I’ll flip a coin. Heads, you stay denied and start your next contract without so much as a ruin. Tails, you get to cum, and finally feel that incredible release before your contract starts again.”

Myra let out muffled moans against her gag. The man continued.

“Ridiculous, isn’t it? Why renew your contract and gamble for an orgasm, when you could simply wait one more measly short week, and guarantee an orgasm yourself? Well here’s the thing. After a year with us, I’ve never met a girl who didn’t roll the dice.” 

The man stood up, straightening his suit as his two lackeys threw her pile of clothes in a bag.

“As stated in your contract, whenever you aren’t servicing clients, you’ll be in one of these rooms, experiencing a new and exciting way for us to drive you ever closer to the edge, making you more and more desperate and eager to serve our clients.” 

The man began walking to the door, leading the two burly workers behind him.

“And unfortunately for you, our club dictates that new merchandise can’t service clients until they’ve been properly broken in. That takes a week.”

The man closed the door, leaving Myra thrashing against her binds and moaning against her gag, feather flicking endlessly against her throbbing, desperate clit. Her desperate wails added to the cacophony of others filling the hallway.

–

“Excuse me, sir?” One of the burly lackeys asked. The suited man turned towards him. “I know I’m new here, but if the clients are allowed to give the girls an orgasm if they please them, how do we maintain the arousal of the girls?” The suited man adjusted his glasses.

“I lied. If a client allows a girl to orgasm, their access to the club is revoked. It lowers the quality of the merchandise for the other clients. Even so, I tell every girl that clients are allowed to make them cum. That way they are that much more eager to please. That much more desperate to do better next time when they weren’t quite given the orgasm they thought they deserved with their previous client. What they don’t know won’t kill them, but it will serve our clients all the better.”

The man reached into his jacket, pulling out a coin, Twirling it in his hands.

“Just like the fact that we flip with a double head-ed coin.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed this one! I know this isn't the next chapter of Test of Fate, but I got distracted haha. I actually started writing this maybe a year ago? Someone posted a confession on the discord that read something like, "even though i really want to cum, I wanted to be edged until i break and reach down to make myself cum. But then be stopped, tied down, and made to keep edging anyways." And I thought this was crazy hot and it just stuck with me lol, so if the person who wrote that anonymous confession is in here, this ones for you! xD

But I had forgotten about this story for forever, until someone else in the discord server mentioned something about "getting tricked, since you didn't read the forms carefully" kind of situtation, and i thought to myself, "Oh, I had a story called Fine Print, I should link that to them!" But then I couldn't find it, and realized I never finished it and just forgot about it lol.

Long story short! Here is a one shot that was on my mind. Hope you all enjoy it, more serialized content coming after!

Some witches forage, others farm...

Got a commission, and wanted to share the final result! This one was actually so fun to draw. The bounce light from the magic spells on different materials, the expressions, the cum shot into a glass texture, it was all very challenging stuff that was a great way to re-stretch my artistic legs. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Test of Fate - Chapter 1

“Kailynn, eyes up front please?”

“Sorry Ms. Baker.” Kailynn giggled, turning from her friend's desk and back to the front of the class. She wasn't the most studious girl, but she couldn't help it. With her looks, she was sure she could close with a modeling agency, so there wasn't much of a need for school. And even if she couldn't, finding a rich husband down the road would be easy enough.

“It's alright, you can take another look at the notes when you're cleaning the board after class”

“About that Ms. Baker, today is my birthday, so could someone else fill in for me?”

“Oh, yes that's fine, just find someone after class. And good luck on your test.”

“Thanks!” Kailynn bounced, even tossing up a peace sign. 

In Noxreal, it was believed that their country would flourish if those with more dominant traits were allowed more power, while the rest were brought down to serve them. In order to accomplish this, whenever someone entered adulthood, they were required to take a comprehensive test which would determine that person's innate dominance. This test often resulted in men being brought to positions of power, while the fairer sex would enter subservience. But this was not always the case, and Kailynn was confident she would fall into that exception. 

She didn't have an obedient bone in her body. Whether it was her classmates, teacher's, her parents or even cops on the street, she hated being told what to do. She paved her own path, and in doing so, landed herself atop the social ladder.

“What's up, squeak?” Kailynn clicked her neatly trimmed nails on her classmates desk, drowned out by the storm of noise from the other departing students. He had barely gotten his books in his bag, before looking up at her. 

If there was anyone else who was a surefire exception, it was Liam. He was a quiet kid, with a long scruffy black bowl cut that obscured his eyes. He had scrunched shoulders, falling well below the average height for a guy, and appearing even shorter than Kailynn, despite being an inch or two taller if he managed to unfurl.

He was Kailynn’s favorite toy. She spent a fair bit of time practicing on him. Getting him to grab her lunch, carry her books, even take notes for her in class. Not that she’d ever bother to read them. 

“What do you want, Kailynn?” Liam's voice was shaky and quiet, with a slow cadence. Like every word was work.

“It's my birthday today, so I gotta head to the Ministry of Development. You don't mind doing my class duties, do you?”

“I uh– I have my job I need to get t–”

“Oh I'm sure you can finish it in no time. I appreciate it, squeak!” Kailynn waved happily as she turned, quickly leaving the class.

“You sure you shouldn't find someone else?” Amity asked, hurrying up alongside her friend. “It sounded like he had a place to be.” Kailynn groaned.

“Basically everyone is already heading home for the day, it'd be a pain to find someone else. Besides, I didn't hear him say ‘no’, so, his problem now!”

–  

Kailynn took her time getting to the Ministry. She wanted to use her test as an excuse to get out of classwork, but her appointment wasn't until a few hours after school was out. She walked the neon lit streets, popping in and out of shops as she did. She'd often go to clothing stores, trying on dozens of expensive outfits just to admire herself in them. But she'd very rarely buy. Once she was with a modeling agency, they'd buy all those expensive outfits for her.

Walking the streets caused excitement to bubble in Kailynn. Everywhere she looked, there were benefits she was about to receive. Stores had discounted sections which were only available to dominants, filled with higher quality goods. There was free transportation, free neural link upgrades, and free restaurants. For those like Kailynn, evaluation day was an event to look forward to. It was the day you became part of the upper class of the country, and gained access to the perks that came with it. Including owning a stray if she so desired.

By default, subservients retained most of their autonomy. So long as they abided the rules, they would enter the dating pool and find a dominant to serve in anyway they saw fit, or they would take on the more menial jobs of society. However, if they broke the rules, one of the many punishment options were the auctions. 

Subservients would be stripped and auctioned to the highest bidder in venues on the street. Because sex was illegal before evaluation day, many of the subservients up for sale were virgins. This made their price high, and usually only the fairly wealthy would be able to afford the initial buy-in to the auction. If no bids were made, the subservient would become public property, accessible to any dominant on the street. If down the line, a less wealthy dominant took a particular liking to one of the public properties and wished to purchase them for their own personal use, they would be offered at a significantly reduced price. Those who broke the rules and entered the auctions were known as strays.

Kailynn had never bothered looking into the rules for subservients, but walking the streets told her they must be quite difficult. It was hard to go more than a dozen feet without seeing a stray. They would be under the tables of restaurants, on their knees between businessmen in board meetings, or even just surrounded by a group on the side of the road. Kailynn loved strays, but she wasn't keen on sharing. She had decided that once she was a dominant, she'd take some of her father's money and buy a few. Start her own shelter, her own term that always made her giggle.

The Ministry of Development was an impressive building. Nearly a hundred stories of black glass, making it a stark and recognizable landmark within the neon lit city. Kailynn puffed out her chest and walked through the doors.

She was greeted with a powerfully lit waiting room. The white lights reflected off nearly every surface in the room, sheening with a brightness that almost hurt in contrast to the darkened exterior. Only a few steps into the building, Kailynn heard a secretary greet her.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Development. Do you have an appointment?” Kailynn’s eyes continued to traverse the glistening entrance, taking her a moment to respond.

“Uhh, yes I do. It's my evaluation day.” She brought her eyes down, retrieving her focus. Sitting at the desk was a lady in a black fitted suit and skirt, with her hair in a clean bun. Kailynn noticed a subtle black band tattooed around her neck: the universal mark of a subservient.

“Wonderful. May I get a name?”

“Um, Kailynn King?” She waited as the secretary typed a bit.

“Yes, we have you down for an appointment at 6:10, Ms. King. If you would please take a seat, you'll be called shortly. Good luck on your test.”

“Thanks!” She took a seat alongside a few others. The room was eerily quiet compared to the buzz of the city.

Kailynn studied the faces of her fellow waitees. It was obvious which category was waiting for them. About a quarter of the waiting room was giddy. Wide smiles and bouncing legs. The others were slumped and nervous. 

“Ms. King?” Kailynn pulled her attention from the other examinees. The voice was incredibly familiar. She looked up to see a small male in a white coat, with a scruffy long bowl cut. 

“I had no idea you worked here, squeak!” Kailynn commented once Liam latched the door behind her. She began walking down the private hallway, following the direction he motioned.

“My dad wanted me to get some experience with the inner workings of the ministry. Take you next left, please.” Kailynn took a left.

“I saw the secretary was a subservient, so they clearly are employed here, so probably a good idea for you to get your foot in the door.” Liam didn't respond. 

They stopped at one of the identical doors covering the hallway. Liam grabbed keys from his lab coat, unlocking it and popping it open. He held his hand out, motioning Kailynn to walk in.

The room was empty, aside from a chair in the center and a small desk alongside it, supporting a mechanical looking box and wires.

“If you could please, remove your shirt and pants and take a seat in the chair.”

“Alright.” She walked up to the chair before stopping. “Are you going to give me some privacy?”

“If you'd like me to leave for the undressing I can, but the machine requires a trained employee to connect it, so I would need to return once your clothes were off anyways. Would you prefer that?”

Kailynn thought for a moment. She was incredibly proud of her body. She didn't have the biggest chest, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. For all she knew, getting a little strip tease from her might be the hottest thing Squeak ever got to see in person.

“That's okay, I don't mind. Watch all you'd like.” Kailynn didn't bother turning away from him, before she crossed her arms and grabbed the base of shirt, peeling it off above her head. She let her long wavy hair tumble from her shirt, before collecting it with a hand and pulling it all across one shoulder, turning partially around as she did. 

She dropped her shirt to the floor, before bending forwards, arching her back just enough to push her butt out as she pulled her shorts down her legs. She grinned, continuing to pull her shorts down even past the point they would naturally drop. Once they were around her ankles, she daintily stepped from them. 

She had positioned herself with her butt not directly at him, but close enough that he'd have a great view with a subtle lean. Once she stood back up and turned towards him, the shade of his face told her exactly if he had leaned or not.

Kailynn stood in the middle of the room, only clothed by an elegant matching set of pure black underwear. They each had swirling lace of an even deeper black across them, making them appear closer to lingerie. She knew you had to disrobe for the test ahead of time, and wanted to make the most of it.

Liam stood there silently. His hair was long enough to block his eyes, but not his softly tinted cheeks.

“What? Do I need to take off more than this?” 

“Uh, n-no no that's fine. If you could please take a seat?” Kailynn turned and took a seat, hiding her devious grin. 

Liam walked alongside the desk, sorting through the various cords and attachments.

“I'll briefly explain how the test will take place. The goggles I place on you will display various questions and scenarios. Then this box, using a combination of neuralink analysis and polygraphic technology will analyze your body as you answer. Your body's internal reactions coupled with your answers will result in a fool proof and perfect analysis of your innate dominance level.” 

As he talked, he began grabbing cords off the desk. He offered a neural uplink connection, which she immediately recognized. She pulled her hair to the side and tilted her head, offering him access to the port behind her ear, as well as a view of her unobstructed neck that seemed to make him faulted for a moment.

Liam grabbed two cloth strips from the table with various cord protruding from them.

“These will wrap around your torso on either side of your chest.” He took one of the straps and kneeled in front of her. He pressed the strap to her stomach, turning away slightly as he slid it up her skin until it was snug against the lower band of her bra. Next, he placed the other just below her collar bones, and began sliding it down until it started pressing against her chest. As he was securing the band around her sides, his forearm pressed against her now bounded chest.

“Watch it, squeak.” Kailynn pressed an arm against his chest, pushing him off her. He felt far more solid than she was expecting. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Liam quickly apologized. He shifted his body, taking special care to avoid touching her again as he finished tightening the straps beneath her arms. Kailynn smiled at his unease.

Once the straps were tight around her chest, he spent another minute or so connecting straps around each of her thighs, as well as a few around her finger tips. By the time he was done, there were dozens of wires bridging her and the whirling machine to her side.

“Alright. Many of the questions may seem unrelated to the test at hand, but please continue to answer truthfully and bear with the sheer volume of inquiries. Each question has its purpose.” Liam slipped the goggles onto her face. “The test shouldn’t take more than an hour, and will begin automatically once I leave the room. There are microphones in the goggles which will record your answers, as well as analyze your tone and cadence. Good luck.” 

“No need,” Kailynn gave him a wired peace sign as he left the room.

Welcome to your evaluation Kailynn King. A mechanical voice filled the room. Today you will become a valuable member of society, whether as a dominant or a subservient. Both are vital roles to our country, and you should be proud of whichever role you receive. We will now begin the test:

Do you consider yourself more of a dominant or subservient?

“Dominant.”

Are you a morning person, or a night person?

“Morning.”

If you saw someone being bullied, how would you act?”

“Step in and stop it.”

If you were lost in the woods, what would be your first actions?

“Orient myself to cardinal directions, then search for water.”

The test continued on. It varied from target questions, where a right answer was fairly obvious, to ambiguous questions that seemed purely based on taste and preference. As the stages of the test developed, it switched between auditory questions, to written questions displayed on the screen, to even story questions with full scenarios playing out around her like movies.

The longer the test went, the more it began to drain on her mind. Her answers got quicker and less calculated, eager to push through the seemingly endless interrogation. With no clock or light to gauge herself on, she swore the test dragged for hours longer than intended. The room felt hotter and hotter, and her exposed skin began sticking to the leather chair as she shifted against its uncomfortable ergonomics.

– 

If you could create a teleportation gate between any two places, where would you choose?

“My house and Gianna's Boutique.” There was a brief pause.

You have completed your evaluation, a ministry officer will be in shortly to remove your machinery and deliver results. Thank you for your cooperation.

Kailynn’s vision went black as the goggles shut off. The door whooshed open, and Kailynn took a breath of relief as a crisp cold breeze graced her sweat covered skin. Kailynn had thought it was in her head, but with the hallway door open, it was obvious the temperature of the room had been vastly increased. 

Kailynn winced as Liam slowly removed the goggles from her head. Kailynn let out a relaxed breath, shifting in her chair to try and find any cool leather left to touch.

“So?” Kailynn asked as Liam systematically removed the straps. 

“I’m just here to detach the machine, my superior will be here in a moment with the results.”

“Ah.” Kailynn noticed Liam’s head linger on her form before returning each strap to the table. Kailynn grinned. Looking down at herself, the thin layer of sweat seemed to make her body glow in the light. She could hardly blame him. 

The door cracked once again, giving Kailynn another euphoric burst of cold. A mammoth of a man walked inside. He had a bald top, with a bush of black hair rounding the base of his skull and a thick twirled mustache. His eyes were nearly blacked in shadow from residing deep in his skull, and his muscles seemed to stretch the seams of his black suit. The moment he entered, Kailynn sat up in her chair. She folded her arms across her chest as she became exceedingly aware of her attire

“Ms. King.” His voice commanded attention with its depth, despite topping out at a regular speaking volume. He held a clipboard and a metal ring, close to a necklace in diameter. But in his hands it seemed more like a bracelet.

Liam hurriedly finished packing the machine together. The looming man waited patiently to continue until he had rushed out the door, latching it behind him. 

“Congratulations on finishing your evaluation test. After reviewing your results…” The man flipped through his clipboard, “I am pleased to inform you that you have been graded as a subservient. Now, what this mea–”

“What!?!” Kailynn burst out. The man's eyes fell upon her like boulders, instantly curling her shoulders. “Sorry, that just–... T-That can be right! I definitely am meant to be a dominant!” The man let out a soft breath.

“Ms. King. There are no mistakes in the Ministry of Development. Everything here is calculated. Everything here is precise, and everything here is intentional. We often get subservients who believe the system is wrong, but that is a natural reaction to stress. Subservients are just as important to our nation's development as dominants. It is an honor, whichever role you are given.”

“I know that, but please! Something must have gone wrong! Please just look over my results again!” The man returned his focus to the clipboard. Kailynn could hardly move as she watched him in silence. The heat of the room seemed to burn her lungs with every breath. The man sighed again.

“It is not possible to cheat this test, Ms. King. From your answers, it is clear that you gave dominant responses, but the machine you were attached to can perfectly analyse your physiological reactions. From your answers alone, you would have placed firmly as a dominant. But the machine read that you were lying nearly 70% of the time.”

“Wha–... B-But I wasn’t! I wasn’t lying!!” Kailynn’s mind raced, jumping through dozens of questions in her mind. She wasn’t. She wasn’t lying. She was sure!

“We sometimes get subservients who try to cook the test, if you will. Many believe they must be a dominant if they are to serve Noxreal to their fullest. But there is no need. Subservients are an essential part of our country as well. There is no shame in this position.”

Kailynn could barely listen. She was so sure she deserved to be a dominant. She was perfect! How could she have failed this?!

“Look, just–just let me retake the test. I’m sure it’ll give you a different result next time! I’ll–I’ll even–”

“Ms. King.” His voice crushed hers in her throat the moment his volume rose. “The results of any evaluation are final. The costs to the Ministry would be astronomical if we allowed repeated attempts. You are a subservient. Now. I will briefly go over the rules which you will live by from now on.

“Firstly, you are barred from any positions of power. Be it positions in office, the police, the military, or any corporate level position above grade D. If you are to enter the workforce, you must find an acceptable position within two weeks, or penalties will be applied. If you wish to become a dedicated subservient for another dominant, you have six weeks to find one to marry or sign a contract with, or penalties will be applied. Any sexual relations outside of marriage or a signed contract will be penalized. And lastly, any orgasms for pleasure will be penalized.”

“What?” Kailynn’s voice split, forcing its way through the man's overwhelming presence. “A-any? Like none at all?”

“Correct. If a dominant wishes to give you an orgasm, one can be purchased through the Ministry for 500 credits, increasing quadratically with each purchase per subservient. They also must be purchased by a serviced dominant, so other subservients or dominants in your family cannot purchase them for you. Attempting to purchase orgasms via a proxy dominant carries harsh penalties as well.”

“500 credits!? Who is going to pay for that!? And why does it get more expensive!?”

“A dominant who is very satisfied with your service. It gets more expensive, because this motivates a subservient to become more and more attentive and helpful to the dominants around them in order to earn increasingly expensive orgasms. This results in a better experience for the dominants over time. And it also allows the state to collect more credits. This is a big win-win for the country.”

“But what about–!”

“It’s alright Ms. King, with your appearance, I believe you will be able to convince a few dominants to purchase some for you. Now, last thing before you’re free to go: Your subservient mark.” The large man snapped the metal ring open and began affixing it around Kailynn’s neck.

“Please make an exception and let me retake the test! I promise I’ll serve Noxreal better as a–EEEK!!” The ring made a loud beep as heat radiated around her neck. She frantically tried to soothe the burning pain, quickly squirming her fingers beneath the metal as the man unlatched the device. 

She massaged her neck, her mind completely numb as reality blurred passed her like a dream she couldn’t wake from. They really marked her. This was really happening.

“You are free to go now.” The man pulled a small pamphlet from his clipboard and handed it to her, which she blankly accepted. “This has all the rules I went over in it, as well as potential opportunities to help jumpstart your search for work or dominants to serve. Once you’re dressed, stop by the front desk on your way out for a final installation. Congratulations on assuming your role in the betterment of our nation!” The man turned and left her, still frozen in the room.

Kailynn slowly got dressed, absently rubbing her neck the entire time. She kept trying to see it, but the room had no mirrors. But there was no rush. Until she saw the mark, it was easier to continue to deny her reality. 

She stopped by the front desk and they plugged another cord to her port. The secretary said something about its functionality: barring her from certain jobs, linking her to subservient pay rates, and several other things that Kailynn couldn’t keep her mind focused on. Her words only formed a gargled, incomprehensible stream to her ears. 

The moment she was home, she rushed to her room. She tore off her shirt and pulled her hair back, staring into her full length mirror. There it was. Clear as day. At the base of her neck, a subtle yet perfect black circle rounding her neck: The mark of a subservient. 

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Something a little different, but someone in the discord made a comment saying something like, "orgasms for pleasure should be illegal," (great idea, person), and my brain instantly came up with a story for it haha. I already have chapter 2 planned, which was originally going to be part of this chapter, but it was getting a bit too long lol. So that should be coming soon, so I hope you guys enjoy part 1! Some of you may realize Kailynn is a name I have used before, and that is because I am planning on reusing her for this storyline. I really liked the design of her when I drew the one-shot she was a part of, and wanted to reuse her for some longer form story! I didn't do another illustration with this one since I was still swamped with camper stuff that I had a hard enough time getting this done lol. But I'd like to do another illustration for her in this universe, and get chapter 2 going! Hopefully I'll be getting more time to work here soon! I also noticed our patreon community has grown like crazy over this last few weeks, and of course its when I am so busy irl i am basically inactive xD. But if you are new here, welcome! And hopefully I'll be getting more content rolling here soon!

Sorry for the ramble, but tl:dr: More to come on this soon, reusing a character design I liked, and welcome welcome!!

Sketch page!

Finally found some time to draw, and oh boy... I almost didn't post these haha, but since I've been so busy and haven't been able to post anything basically at allll, I figured I should at least put these up... I haven't felt this rusty in awhile. I can't wait to be able to draw consistently again, but this project is the project that just keeps on giving. Leaky roof to patch turns into water damage to replace turns into structural weakness that have to be fixed etc etc etc.... We originally thought we'd knock this project out in a week at most. Turns out we are pretty freaking stupid...