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A little while after my summer break, I went to Diamond City. I had submitted my story to the reporter Piper Wright, who had given me an appointment to discuss it. I did some research on her: a lonely woman about my age who found herself in all kinds of trouble, motivated by the quest for the truth in order to make the world a better place. She shared many of my personal values, which is why I agreed to meet her. "Hello Calista, welcome to Publick Occurencies! My office and home too. I've read your story and found it thrilling, incredible and full of twists and turns. I can't believe you've lived and survived so many adventures! I'm interested in publishing a review in my journal, but I want to know more about you. Please have a seat." "I'm curious, how did you manage to remain yourself after so many different experiences? Many people would have given up after being captured, enslaved and broken." "I still don't know myself. I've always been a determined person, willing to do anything to stay above the fray. Even if that means being a submissive slave or killing someone. The most important thing is to keep a clear head and believe in yourself, even if the odds are against you." "Wow, you've got what it takes to live in this world after all, despite what you may have written about your journey! Another question: you have a nasty habit of ending up barefoot no matter the situation. Can you tell me more about that?" "Of course, if you don't mind playing along with me. I know you did it with a girl a few years ago...* Let's make ourselves more comfortable first, shall we?" We took off our jackets and shoes. I wanted Piper to live what I had been forced to undergo. "Get on your knees. These are my feet, they've been all over the Commonwealth, as you can see. I guess I'm not the only one with a foot fetish, am I? Kiss 'em." Piper complied. My toes got the attention they deserved. I resumed narrating various parts of my adventures. "See this revolver? Since my slave train ride to Miami, where I found it, it's become my favorite weapon. I've taken out raiders, slavers and creatures with it, and I always keep it at my side. Lightweight, high damage, easy to carry... Mmmmh, you're a good kisser! What's next?" Piper got up and sat down next to me on the sofa. She took my left leg and positioned it at her head, my foot facing her tongue. "I want more Calista! Your feet are absolutely fantastic, let me lick them!" "Oh, alright! But be gentle, they're quite sensitive you know..." Her dry tongue licks on my sole triggered a pleasant, tickling sensation. I giggled slightly. Piper was as good with her words as she was with her mouth. I wanted to return the favor. After all, we were just at foreplay. I told Piper to lie down and put her feet up. She wasn't the only talented person here and I was eager to show her my own skills. I began to lick her toes with the red polish scent I liked so much. Piper was intrigued and enjoyed this kind of delight. Alas, she wasn't ticklish, a pity for my own amusement... "Oh wow, you really are a keen woman Calista, I'm impressed! You're very good!" "Mmhmmh, your toes taste so sweet, I could go on for hours... Mmhmmh, why don't we move on to the carpet? Take off your top." Piper and I moved onto the carpet, both of us topless. You know my fondness for busty women. Piper was no exception to the rule: her shirt concealed a precious treasure, one I was looking forward to exploring. "You know, I gained a lot of hands-on experience when I was known as Starlight. Here, let me show you." "I'd be pleased Calista, you have such beautiful eyes and firm little breasts!" "Thanks Piper! You're just as gorgeous! Those hazel eyes, those big breasts, they're mine today!" I crawled softly towards the reporter, my little hands on her legs. I felt a burning desire for her lips, but above all, I wanted her. We began to make out on the floor. Piper craved it but felt slightly hesitant about the idea. I soothed her by caressing her hair and taking her hand. I didn't see why she seemed so bothered... She looked brilliant, enthusiastic and passionate. When Piper was more comfortable, she squeezed my hand with sensual force and put her right hand on my bottom. She was the kind of reporter I'd come to meet, the kind who went all the way with her stories. After a few French-style kisses, small breasts against big breasts, I whispered some words to her: "That's why I love to venture out Piper, I never know where or how or with whom I'll end up. The thrill in the action that brings so much satisfaction, you're used to it as a journalist, don't you?" "Oh yes, Calista! Now I truly get your saga. Thank you for this wonderful moment!" The reporter sat up first, cutting short our kissing session. My arousal suddenly dropped, but I was fine with that. "Look, Calista, I'm sorry to interrupt this, but I don't want my little sister to see us in such a spot." "Because you think it would have been better during our foot-licking session?" "Okay, you make a good point. Anyway, I enjoyed the demo and your affair!" "And I liked our love affair! We should do this again sometime. I've got an apartment in Goodneighbor if you ever want to..." "Perhaps... But first I have to write my review and publish it. We'll be in touch, okay?" "Alright, thanks for the sitdown Piper, until we meet again!" *For reference: Interview with Piper - Resdayn's Stories and Stuff - LoversLab (Thanks for the permission😁)

The whole point of sex mods is to have sex, but very few let you fixate on One (or three) NPC's. Ysolda Sylgja and (um) OK maybe just Ysolda. You could marry her if you're really into food or having a few extra coins.... You could join a convent (Captured Dreams) and go without sex completely.. be whipped by ugly men who never bathe or shave....(Slaverun??) Have strangers demand sex, (all the others) or become some random prostitute, (How depressing). no, other than giving gifts that never seem to matter, putting on tattoos that say "Fork me, I'm yours", There isn't much you could do to stimulate her fetishes and whet her appetites (while turning off everyone else). Begone beggars and old ladies, She belongs to [Ysolda]!! Not in the dirty-slave slavery way..... well, unless she's really into that. I mean, when she has a sudden urge to do it in a crowded street, that is a little hot. "Feed her need" will never happen, it's an old game, but one I've grown addicted to. What do all those bondage items have to do with anything if they don't make player more attractive to the NPC of her dreams? Servant women in the Bannered Mare, "Leah", all take precedence over Ysolda who only stopped in to have a drink and to ogle Mikael. There could (very easily) be an answer to this: "I have a gift for you" (a "ring of possession") and an accompanying collar of degradation (I'm a little rocky on the name) And *Maybe* um, a trait that makes Ysolda actually like devices on Player (Remember that "Naked Gun" movie?? Like that) Player decorates themself like a christmas tree, NPC's would leave her alone (because she's "owned") And Ysolda would (on a whim) drag Player into the street and ravish her . I think I'm done. Was it good for you? Like the (modded) game says, "Pleasure is all that matters." HER pleasure. Sexlab aroused: Makes your heart go boom and your libido rise when she is close by. a conversation with her that tells player which bondage items she really likes on Player. And maybe even which sex-acts really charge her up. I seem to remember a trait mod but it's very generic (Dom/sub) and I don't remember but it never seemed to work. Dating mods, mods that make it harder to have sex, are out there. Mods that create a special bond between two people *must* exist, I have not found them. Joining their faction and living in their house, That'll have to do. Somehow I wish there were more. Ysolda ties you in the modded bannered mare, whips you (or has her way) while others cheer (Bard-cheering-style) Getting even more specific, a mod that lets you just type in the damned REL-ID of the one you love, So when she meets you she *owns* you. Close-minded modders need not apply. Bondage for bondage's sake is fruitless. I love your mod, I hate the actors. Bugs? Bandits? Horny old men? ANd forcegreets "Yes? What" "I've got a hungry child to feed"

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I'd dreamed it, and there she was: Queen Isabel, captured and bound. Hinged handcuffs were wired to Croup Manor's huge basement girder, and I'd taken the liberty of removing her shoes to bind her feet. Like me, Isabel did not wear socks either. Maybe like me, she was sensitive down there too... In any case, I had to wait for her to wake up; Kimy told me she'd be knocked out for an hour or so. I could still enjoy my catch a little longer! Captive Isabel woke up angry at being taken prisoner. I moved closer, taunting her by touching her nose with my fingertip: "At last you're back! Greetings Isabel, did you miss me?" "Calista! You bitch! Get your mistress free right now!" "Yeah, I don't think so. Revenge is a fool's game. And believe me, I know exactly how to play it." "I'm gonna cut loose, smash your face in, and then..." I had enough, I was forced to interrupt. I put my foot on her throat to remind who was in control around here. "You see, Isabel, you lost. The only reason you're still breathing at this point is because you somehow bailed me out of Libertalia. By the way, sorry about that, but there can't be much left of it now, same goes for Wire... You can bet your boots on it. But you know, on the other hand, I haven't forgotten our first encounter, or how I had to please you on the way to Nuka World. So today, you're going to return the favor. If you do a good job pleasing me, I'll let you live and you'll never hear from me again. Agreed?" She nodded. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted from her. "First, you're going to lick my feet and I expect it to be done right. If you try to bite me, I'll choke you with my foot." It was the first time I'd ever asked this of anyone. Now I understood why it felt so damn nice, Isabel knew how to use her tongue and my toes seemed to be so mellow. "Good, good, my former mistress is gifted! I want the same on my other foot, is that clear?" Isabel nodded again. I wondered why she was so docile, was she afraid for her life? Well, I certainly enjoyed it. While she licked my other foot, I couldn't help staring at her feet. I really did have a fetish for it... I was starting to imagine certain things in my head that turned me on. Isabel belonged to that slave-owning caste that disgusted me, but she only did it for her own survival first, and then for her own gain. Currently, Isabel had to worship my feet in order to be spared. Her survival and gain were now tied to my satisfaction and I wasn't done with her yet. I lay down before Isabel's feet. I began to stroke her soles with two fingers, to test her ticklishness: "Well... after tying you up and taking off your shoes, I wondered... Is the great Queen Isabel vulnerable? Seeing your bare feet exposed like that... It's worth a try isn't it?" "Don't you dare..." "What? It's not like you did this to me a few months ago. Besides, a little tickling is always fun!" She tried to keep her cool, but it wasn't going to take her much longer to lose it. With both hands, and by tickling her feet thoroughly, I finally made her laugh. "What's wrong? My mistress can't take being tickled, can she? I knew a tough gal like you had a weak spot, I just didn't expect it to be so... simple to uncover." "Ahahahaha! You won't get away with it Calista! You'll payahahahaha!" "Yeah yeah, keep talking. But remember to breath, we've still got plenty of time to spend together!" After several minutes of tickling, I gave Isabel a break. Kneeling above her, I showed her who was in charge from now on: "What the hell are you doing with that knife? Put it away, you can hurt me!" "Don't you recognize your own blade, Isabel? I could finish you off in a split second, but we're not done yet. Do you recall the burglary night? You tore my bodysuit off to humiliate me. An eye for an eye..." "I fucking hate you, Calista!" "Likewise. Hold still, I want to find out what's underneath that shirt." I cut Isabel's shirt to make her topless. My arousal rose again, as I began to touch myself and enjoy it. "You're such a nasty perv, you know that?" "Come on... I can't help it, I'm attracted to sexy bodies and your breasts turn me on..." "Gross! Enough is enough, set me free now!" She wasn't in any position to tell me what to do. Captive Isabel deserved a little reminder. I tickled one of her breasts and also her ribs. Isabel was caught off guard and giggled. "I'll decide when I'm done with you. Your upper body's a little less ticklish though... Think of it more as a massage." "Ahahaha please stop!" "Since you asked nicely I'll give you a break, okay?" "Only on your upper body, I'm going to take good care of your feet, tickling them in the proper manner!" Isabel burst out laughing, unable to resist any longer. I'd managed to crack her, courtesy of an intense hour of tickling torture. "Sorry, but I love it! I hit all the right spots in your soles, didn't I?" "Ahahahahah! Yes! Calista please stop, I'm about to piss my pants!" "You wouldn't dare. But I'm actually stopping for real this time." I wrapped up the session by moving closer to Isabel's face to kiss her, but also to get an answer to a question that had been on my mind: "Be honest with me Isabel, was I really worth anything to you? Other than caps and being your slave?" "I wouldn't have taken you with me if I didn't have a crush on you, Calista." "Well, thanks, that's all I wanted to hear." We kissed one last time. Both of us broke character. The mistress-slave bond came to an end. Shortly afterwards, Fahrenheit joined the party. I knew she had a score to settle with Isabel over Goodneighbor's affairs. My former mistress felt embarrassed and betrayed. "Calista, who the hell is this woman and what the hell is she doing here?" "Sorry Isabel, it's just business." "I'm Fahrenheit and I'm taking your ass back to Hancock's office. He didn't like the dirty tricks you were pulling with the Triggermen and wants to hear all about it." "But... You said you'd let me live..." "Exactly. I didn't say how or with whom you'd live, though." "You lying little bitch, I'll have your head!" "I've heard enough. Calista, you can go outside. I'll make sure our prisoner is fully restrained for the homeward journey. And gag her because she's pissing me off!" I sat on the mansion's front porch. The sun was slowly beginning to rise, dawn lighting up the horizon with a soft orange hue. I thought of nothing, just enjoying the moment. Kimy discreetly joined me for a chat: "What's on your mind Cali honey?" "It's so beautiful, isn't it? I wish I could live these moments every day. Clear my head and simply cherish the world we live in now." "You know... You could do a lot more than that. Walk with me." "Take a look at this mansion. It's been partially destroyed for centuries and no one has tried to repair it. You could do it, Calista. Home isn't a defined place, it's what you make of it. Plus, you've got everything you love around here: a big house like in your old days, the ocean for you to swim in, the sand for you to walk barefoot leisurely... I'll help you renovate it if you need a change of scenery, okay?" "Thanks Kimy, it means a lot to me! The mansion has potential but I don't know, it sounds like a tough project... I'll give it some thought." Kimy and I returned to our role as chatterboxes while Fahrenheit escorted a shackled Isabel: "Come on, move it, we've got a long way to go to Goodneighbor!" Seeing her captive like that, I had some flashbacks of the auction day's events before resuming the conversation with my friend: "So your research didn't pan out? After so many months in DC?" "Yeah, I spent more time marketing my devious devices in Rivet City than actually digging into the serum's content. It was only last month that I found out what it does: it alters your strength and stamina for about ten minutes. You seem to be invincible during this period. But it doesn't alter your lifespan, a unique Cabot property, no doubt." "Wow, that sounds incredible! If you knew what I was doing last month... You wouldn't believe your eyes!" Fahrenheit forced Isabel onto her knees. Kimy and I joined them, the three of us looking down at the tightly bound prisoner. "The female slaver is ready for transport. Quite ironic that she's the one chained up. A taste of her own medicine, am I right, Calista?" "Isabel has caused so much trouble... She captured me, tortured me, shipped me away by train and then acquired me from raiders. I did the same to her. I think we're even now." "Oh? That explains why she so desperately wanted to pee. You tickled her until she lost it, didn't you?" "Maybe I did. You can use that on her to get your questions answered." "Clever, thanks for the tip! Come on, it's time to go." "You better walk or I'll kick your ass to force you to!" Fahrenheit had this very wicked side, fortunately for me, she was in my corner. Kimy handed me my backpack with my clothes and supplies. "We're going back to Goodneighbor. I know you've got a stop to make first, and since it's so close... You should head there right away. I'm sure your little girl will be thrilled to welcome you again!" "Thanks Kimy, you are truly the best!" "I know! Good luck Calista and think about what we talked about." I changed and set off for Salem, located an hour's walk from the Croup Manor. The town looked as deserted and forlorn as ever, just like the first time I'd visited it almost a year ago. I had made a promise to Katy: when I was clear of all my problems, I would come back for her and we would live together. I intended to honor that word. As I approached Barney's bunker, where I expected to see him and Katy again, I saw several Mirelurks corpses. The turrets had probably killed them but I had to stay on my toes because they didn't cover the whole city and could also run out of ammo. For these reasons, I drew my revolver, my fellow gun during my Midnight Express. I kept moving before two more mirelurks appeared. Damn, they were scary as hell comin' up from the ground. That wasn't going to stop me from taking them out, they weren't very fast and their shells protected their entire bodies. They only had one weak point, their tiny faces. That's where I was aiming at. I had shot dead the first one, but the glowing second one made an aggressive charge with its claws. I dived to the side to get a perfect view over the remaining mirelurk's face. Two bullets later, it collapsed as well. With the danger averted, I climbed the stairs to Barney's house. He came to greet me after hearing my gunshots. "Calista, what a nice surprise! Thanks for the help, we've been a bit overwhelmed lately..." "Hi Barney! Where's Katy? Is she safe?" "Yeah, she was sniping mirelurks from the roof, you'll find her in the back." After all these months, we were finally reunited! I took her in my arms and gave her the warmest of hugs. "Katy! I told you I'd come back for you! It's all over now, I'm free as a bird! We can live anywhere! Are you ready to venture out again with me?" She looked just as happy to welcome me back as I did, and she nodded in response to my question. I felt like I'd abandoned her yesterday, but I won't let that ever happen again! END OF PART 1

Back in the Commonwealth, the last remaining raiders' settlement: Libertalia. My return took a few days. I spent the trip in a dry dock with a porthole. Naked, starving, weakened, I was collared and then escorted under heavy guard onto a barge in the middle of ship ruins. The raiders fed me and then covered me in ropes, to show their dominance over my body. From my cage, I could see the ruins of Boston, which depressed me. So close and so far away from returning to the Goodneighbor apartment... They could do whatever they pleased with me. For my first days, I was restrained onto another barge in a kind of fixed metal yoke. With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I couldn't move a muscle. The raiders called it an endurance test. If I survived the sun's heat, I could live another day. The next day, one of Libertalia's lieutenants tied me to a chair on his own boat. He had instructions for me: "Listen up, you filthy slave! You belong to us, you do everything we tell you to do. In exchange, you'll have the privilege of eating, drinking and washing. Just what you need to be useful. If you rebel, we'll beat the shit out of you. And if you rebel again after this, we'll activate the collar. Got it?" I nodded. I'll do whatever it takes to survive, just like I did last year in Corvega. I was taken to another boat where one of the raiders expected me: "Sit on the couch, spread your legs and start touching yourself." I did as he instructed. I dreaded his reaction if I didn't obey. "Good, good. When you're horny enough, my friend with the captain's hat will take over." It became more physical afterwards. The raider with the hat went straight to the point: getting laid. And judging by what he unloaded into my privates, it had been a long time since he had the chance to do so. He let out an eager groan of pleasure as I tried to keep myself from suffering too much. I had to stay tough. I was thrown away like a used handkerchief. Naked and tied to a cross, a female raider had to keep an eye on me: "Oh come on! Do I really have to stand here with the slave? Just because I'm a newbie doesn't mean I have to do such ungrateful tasks!" "Hey, relax! Why don't you play with her, make sure she's under your control." Someone gave her a bad idea. The new raider took out her frustration on me. She handcuffed me and led me into her cabin, in which I had to give her the greatest amount of enjoyment with my tongue. It was humiliating enough to be treated like a toy, but on top of that by lowlife scoundrels... At least she had her genitals clean. At the end of the day, I was taken back to the cage and handcuffed to it. Appalling and humiliating: the two words that came to mind. My daily life as a slave returned to its earliest days. To survive it, I needed a great deal of self-sacrifice and, above all, submission to my captors. It was the only way to gain their trust and escape this hell. A few days later, when my life was shifting between being tied up and being fucked, the raiders' lieutenant dragged me back onto his boat. He wanted to see how broken I was and if I was tame enough. "Got something to say, slave? Speak up!" "I acknowledge you as my master. I accept my place and my purpose in serving you. I will always be submissive and obey every command." "Excellent. Now you'll meet the other lieutenant, the barefoot pirate gal. You'll say the exact same words to her too." The barefoot raider had other plans for me. She didn't believe my words, so she chose a more concrete way for me to show my submission: "On the ground and open wide. You're going to worship my feet until they're perfectly clean. If you miss, I'll blow your brains out." I obeyed. I'd never done this before, but I was willing to do anything to keep on living. "Good work slave. You deserve a little treat before meeting the leader." The next day, I was escorted onto the main ship. My reward was these bits of skin that covered my tits and pussy. I knelt before the leader, like the good tamed pet I had become. "A very pretty slave with good manners. Keep it up. My lieutenants have done a pretty good job, you seem quite obedient. That's why I've decided to make you my exclusive slave." "Thank you, master." "Don't thank me so easily. You'll be my ticklish slave. You'll stay on this ship and my crew is free to tickle you whenever and however they want. Understand?" "Yes, master. But please try to be gentle, I'm very ticklish." "My right-hand man will check that right now." Taken outside onto the terrace, the right-hand guy stood behind and tickled my armpits plus my ribs. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced since my capture by Queen Isabel, who had tied me up and tickled me before shipping me off. One thing for sure, my body seemed to be as sensitive as ever. At dusk, it was the watchman's turn to have his session. He had hogtied me and decided to tickle my feet. The ropes were so heavy, I couldn't do anything but laugh. "Oh yes! Keep on giggling slave! I can tickle those little feet all night long!" A couple of days later, I was targeted by one of the raider gals, who was in charge of the kitchen and inventory stock. She grabbed me and handcuffed me in a very uncomfortable position on a stool. This allowed her hands to roam all over my belly. "Everyone wants to play with you, you know that? So ticklish, I love your laugh, my little slave! Hey you at the bar, want to join the fun?" I was allowed a break to empty my bladder and catch my breath. I was then tied to a cross on the floor, which the raider at the bar had just brought. My two captors sat opposite me, one on each foot. What happened next would probably test my endurance and push me one step closer to insanity. "It's amazing, she's really ticklish everywhere! Thanks for that, mate. Plus, we get a perfect view down to her cunt and tits. Think we should give it a try?" I didn't want them to go tickling over there but I wasn't in any position to contest. Despite still being enslaved by the raiders, the days passed a lot better since I was a ticklish slave. I had a little space to myself and could move around freely. I had become submissive enough to have more freedom, but also more opportunities to escape. One morning, the boss's right-hand man paid me a visit. I struck an erotic pose for him. "Little pet, the boss wants you for the whole day. Join him on his deck. By the way, nice sexy pose." The leader wanted an exclusive session with me. He tied me upside down, my hands shackled by a ball and chain, my feet at his mercy. This was, of course, the moment he chose to tickle them: "My crew was right, we did well to include you in our group. Such tender, ticklish soles, I love it! Do you like it too, slave?" "Ahahahahah, yes master! I love being tickled and being your slave!" "Perfect. So we'll carry on until sunset, I'm going to have so much fun!" After several hours, when I was breathless and nearly pissed myself, the chief's right-hand man arrived to tell him something: "Uh... Boss? Sorry to interrupt, but your guest has arrived. She's waiting her turn for the slave." "What?" Is it already time? Damn, I was trying to see if her sides or feet were the most ticklish... Oh well. My dear slave, you can have a 5-minute break, then come down and join my guest." "Huh, huh... Thank you master." I should have guessed. The invited lady was none other than the woman responsible for everything that had happened to me in the last few months. I got down on my knees and smiled at her. I had to keep my act together. "Well look at that, Calista in the flesh! I didn't expect you to end up like this after your train ride. Karma's a bitch, isn't it? To remind you: my name is Isabel. Those with sense to fear me call me Queen. You my little pet will address me as Mistress. Always. Without exception. And you're going to do whatever I tell you to. It's not negotiable. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Let's play. I brought you some handcuffs. If you show me a good time, I'll take off that collar and you'll come with me. If you don't... You'll remain here forever." We went into the bedroom and sat on the sofa. Queen Isabel began the foreplay by tickling my feet while talking to me: "So Calista... Do you miss your old life? I've learned that you're still alive thanks to your tattoos. It didn't take me long to figure out that you'd been enslaved. And I see you've become quite tame, haven't you, little pet?" "Hihihi, I am Mistress, I'll do anything to please you." "My... you are a specimen. I must confess... I am very attracted to you. Still ticklish and still gorgeous... Let's speed things up, I want to test your goods." She stripped me naked and did the same. Her body was much more athletic than mine. And once again, I was attracted by my captor. Queen Isabel put me on her lap and gently fingered me. I let out a few little moans, it pained me to say it, but she was talented. "You want that I can tell. Even if you never realized it until this very moment. You need it more than anything." I couldn't agree more. Once aroused enough, Queen Isabel carried me to the bed. She was eager to taste my pussy and oh boy. Her licks were so soft and gentle. I'd totally forgotten she was the villain here. I moaned so loud, as much as the orgasm she'd just given me. For a few seconds, I was Kinky Calista again, before reality struck back. I was drained. But the Queen hadn't finished with me yet: "Come pet... It's time to worship your queen's feet! You'd better be grateful!" I complied immediately. I took the time to satisfy my mistress by softly sucking her toes. "Oh yes, that feels good! You've fulfilled your duty, slave Calista, you're coming with me. I've got big plans for you. Soon, the whole wide world will know about us." Queen Isabel kept her promise by removing my collar and taking me out of Libertalia. What she didn't tell me, however, was that I remained her slave, and that she could do whatever she wished with me. So I became her pack mule, with a new chained collar, a yoke to hold me on a leash and a white linen cloth to hide my nakedness. Together, we headed for the countryside west of Boston. "Mistress, if I may ask, are we almost there? I'm dirty, I'm sweaty and my feet itch." "Do I hear whining? Let me remind you how this works, slave. When you're mine, I'll use your body how I see fit, including selling it to others of course. I'll handle the small things like money and security. You won't have to worry about anything excepting pleasing me. Got it?" "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry... I... I'm all yours." "That's more like it. We'll be in Nuka World in a few days, Calista pet. You'll be slaving away to make us rich and famous, so... Just relax and enjoy the ride with your Queen."

Previous part: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/441/entry-3980-preparing-for-the-next-travel/ Punishment for the late After her sister lately arrived, Eliza was angered by that. Instead to talk about the plans she decided to punish her sister in their usual game. They already geared up for the game. Eliza: You are a such a bad girl my Slave. I need to punish you. Lizia: What will be my punishment Mistress? Eliza raised her feet. Eliza:Hmmmm I need to figure out. While I do that.. Eliza: Lick,kiss.. Eliza: My feet Slave. Lizia: Yes Mistress! Lizia kneeled before her and Eliza pushed her feet to her face. She started lick her feet. Eliza: Smell it Slave, I know you love do it. Lizia: I love the smell Mistress! Eliza: Use your tongue to lick Slave, not for talking. Eliza: I a got a few fun ideas for your punishment. But first I let you finish licking my feet. End

Sims 4 stories Entering the realm of BDSM Chapter 1 I wasn't brighest point of my life nor this was my best idea, what can I say I decided to try something new wich, I was desired the sexual degradation, this led me to enter a new realm where I can get satisfaction from these desires and distract my mind from my problems, running away instead solving them... I decided to try and experience the BDSM, I entered and booked to the "famous" yet well hided club of the capital city. I think I was waited in the living room mabye? The place it well looked nice , despite how the building looked outside, sex toys, puppets and the furniture was expensive, I could seen this is not some small little club, rather a big mansion of devious sexual fetishes. I never been a place like that, but even I am bit nervous I can live my all fantasy here, I shouldn't throw away this chance. I booked the most popular Mistress here, Mistress Alexandra, she was large margin the most liked one in their website, I don't know the reasons, but I decided to choose her. Not sure it was wise to do that, after who knows whats she do with the other "clients". Eventually my "Mistress" has come, she greeted with a smile, thought she was suprise, apparently her core clients considers different persons than me, we started chatting about the things wich was necessary to talk, such the safewords, the rules... -Now then darling you need your safewords to proceed. -Safewords? -Indeed, now then tell me yours, they are important and let me know when it is too much for you to stop or slowdown the things even might took a gentler approach. -One is enough right? I guess I choose either "stop" or "mpfffff!" -Take it seriusly or I choose you one.. Then I choose "Apple", so when I simply say then slowdown a bit the things, when I say a bit higher be gentle and, when I yell it then stop it, is this okay? -(Sigh) Yes it should be okay, I guess I need consider more things when it comes with you since you are clueless. Don't worry I will make it the best as I can for you. Althought, she didn't really tell me the other rules, at least safeword part was done, althought she doesn't looked to happy about my inexperience of BDSM. She started ask me about my desires, my fetishes and generally what I want, she told me its all about my limits and what I want to experience as sub from my dom. So I told her about everything from the sexual degradation I want to feel to my feet fetish and I straight up told her I'm not into those hurting pain pleasure stuff. She listened carefully and seemed take everything into consideration what I said, then she stated... -So now this part is clear, I make sure your experience will revolve of this "fantasy" of yours. Now then you will be refer me "Mistress" or "Mistress Alexandra" from this time, how should I call you darling? -Slave or Bitch or anything degrading will do Mistress Alexandra.. She simply chuckled as answer. Before she could continue I... I jumped on her and kissed her for, she played along.. I wondered what would she react.. Not sure it was truly a good idea, disregarding my health.. she was pretty good kisser, althought something was off, she was different than I expected. Still I wanted feel one of the possible "rewards".. She was suprised, but her reaction didn't contain any displease, she said me I should get to my "room" and get my new gear.. - You should be good girl, before getting any rewards.. anyway.. -You should get your gear, your room is the one marked "slave" that will be yours for the coming days, get it and we can truly start this.. -Alright Mistress..I get it. -Ohh don't forget the instructions, even as simple it seems put up use it, I will check you too. I went to my new "home", for a slave room, it was pretty good, honestly better than my own one, bit sad. I think it will be more than good for that few days. I took off my clothes and get the slave gear she asked, I read the intruction and made sure they are where they should and not where they could cause problems. I looked myself in the mirror, wearing these kind of things and naked, I be honest it aroused me and I liked what I saw. I was so exited for whats coming next, but.. Her first order was cooking, she made me cook something, wich was boring, I tried put something digestable product from what I found. Faking a smile showing her how much fun I have, uhhh. I was so happy, when I done it, finally we can do the actual fun.. Of course we had dinner, we eated my "abomination" I cooked, it was horrible, but well this is what I eat regularly I used to endure it. She suprisingly liked and even praised me, I felt she is mocking me. -You are good cook, Slave -Thank you Mistress After the dinner we started move down in the mansion. Come my Slave...I have a new task for you. To me suprise, there was this kind of room in the mansion to, almost like a the mansion have an wellness service, I wonder of this for the "Mistresses" or "Slaves"? This room is for other services of the mansion, we going to use the "other" room here in the future, but for a now I make an expection, I can use a good foot massage Slave.. Yes Mistress, as you command. As she ordered, I started massage her foot, I be honest as for some this may be a menial task, for me it is hot and arousing, I'm gotten a bit wet, thankfully she didn't noticed. I loved touching her feet and tried massage. I loved how "bitchy" she smiled at me, her eyes was like "Slut do it better", I loved it, her smug smiley and of course her feet. My other feet too, slave.. As you command Mistress.. Only thing was bad how I badly I wanted worship it, sadly this time it was not allowed, so I needed restrain myself, I really wanted to lick it, suck her toes and kissing it. Come on its that all your best? I try my best Mistress.. Ohhh new name for me... Nothing better than getting a good foot massage for the my foot from my pet... Massage time was over, it didn't lasted too long. It was enough..., come slave we going to my bedroom. We went to the "Mistress bedroom", it was a bit more flashy than my "room", I guess we starting the true playing here. It will be probably interesting considering I am not much a submissive person, but I let her dominate me, ohh well I probably will say "Yes" and "Thank" you most of the time, ohh yeah.. She ordered me to kneel before her. Pet, lick my boots clean. Yes Mistress.. Of course I was obidient and started lick her boots, wich didn't really had pleasant taste...But I'm already aroused quite much, it din't bothered me.. Thats right, you slut, I want you to clean it with your tongue until it is shine.. Its an honor Mistress Enough! As you order Mistress I'm going to sit down a bit more comfortable pose at my throne, there you can continue licking my boots. She did sit down her fancy seat and I continued lick her boots, she said if I'm being good I get reward, I wonder what is that, I hope at least I can lick her foot, after her stupid boot. Its taste wonderfully Mistress (Chuckles) Have you been enjoying yourself slut? Yes Mistress Lick it bitch! I think my boot is clean, already good job Pet, you deserve a small reward, you can worship a bit of my feet. You are so generous Mistress! Finally, I can lick her feet, its taste much better, I didn't hide how much I enjoyed her feet. You such a dirty slut are you? just look at you.. Yes Mistress I am a dirty slut.. I went all out, I licked her feet where I can, sucked her toes clean and kissed all over it. Do you love my feet do you pet? I love them, yes.. Now then you had enough fun, time to get the next task, slave.. She bind my cuffs, forced me to not use my hand and to my biggest suprise, she took out her dick, it was big and she looked me like "Bitch suck it", I was confused. Mistress do you have dick? Yes slave, as you see I have dick. She started grabbing it and masturbate why looking at me. My slave, why do you think I am the most popular here? Cause your body Mistress? You look at it Cause you have dick? Yes.. She ordered me to come closer, I went closer, I'm not sure why I am not suprised why she at the top Mistress here, who Am I to judge that. One thing sure, sure it was kind of hot. Come closer my Pet, I know you want to suck it. I want suck your dick Mistress.. She grabbed my head and put it to her dick, it went simply in my mouth, it was big and weiny. I never sucked this size, it is intriguined me. It tasted differently and took larger space in my mouth than expected, but still my tongue could do its magic. Don't be shy.. My tongue wiggled on her tip, I let her use my mouth as she saw fit. It was degrading and I loved.. You really enjoying this.. Then she cummed into my mouth, I swallowed all of it. This felt good... Let me clean your dick Mistress.. I licked every inch of cum on her cock, to clean it. Ohh my such hardworker are you After finishing it, she send me to the bathroom for cleaning and said the day of over. We are done today, tomorrow we start with the "dungeon" go shower and sleep, today will be long. Alright.. But, I was not obidient, I was horny and sucking her dick made me very aroused. Instead of showeing, I moaned load and fingered my pusyy. It was load enough for her to hear it. She turned the lights red and came into the tube. I wanted her punish me someway. Disobeying me? My my you are bad.. I am sorry Mistress please punish me.. I started lick her dick, cleaning it again with my tongue, she looked at me.. My face covered in her cum, I looked into her eyes and licked the most slut way her dick.. Time for your punishment.. She hold me on the wall and put her dick into my asshole...the punishment was anal. I going to punish your little rebellious tight asshole, you worthless slut.. Yes.. She started fuck my ass mercilessly, I screamed, this was my first anal experience.. Ahhhhhhhh! My pussy getting wet, it was interesting feel painful yet pleasuring, it was like a big load wich comeback after leaving. Still I used the safeword to slowdown things.. Apple.. She became gentler and slowed down, after that, I let her way with me Use me Mistress. And we both cummed, I did first of course, then bit later she cummed a smaller amount of cum into my ass. Of course, now I truly used the shower. Went to my room and lied down on my bed. This was more fun than I expected. I probably more pain in the ass for her, since this "sub" thing is not my fetish, she probably deal people who into this much more than me. I fall to sleep, waiting whats next in tomorrow of this from Mistress Alexandra. My ass is fuckin hurt.. End

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Hii, I'm Ashley and I'm working on a game called "Virago". Latin for "Strong Domineering Woman". You play as Ashley Vorontsova, a strange girl with a noble/aristocratic past. With no friends, starting her first year at college and tired of living in a large dilapidated castle left to her by her grandparents that fled to America during the Soviet era, she mostly keeps to herself. Her father, once a successful businessman and fed up with his wife's daily secretive nightly outings left the American dream for the countryside back in his homeland, hitting the bottle hard and trying to pay off his never ending debts and annual property costs in the US, to try to give his daughter the life he never had. Her mother that left the family life in search of something more fulfilling and luxurious went in search of a more "spiritual" journey. Leaving their 18 year old daughter to fend for herself in Capitalist America with the ever increasing wealth gap. Until a dorky boy shows up on her doorstep one day.. The Virago game will be this ever-growing, expansive 3D, story-focused adventure/exploration game with lots of femdom/footdom based story-telling. Use the infinitely immeasurable dorky genius of your knowledgeable friend to break the boundaries of science, understand the meaning behind light and dark, creative versus conscientious, angelic versus satanic, UNDER-STAND the mind of Alpha brain waves versus Beta waves, the male versus the female and the dominant versus the submissive. The critical Beta and rational logical mind under the standing of the creative flow of new information through the concentrated Alpha waves being put out through the soles of the feet of the Virago, "a strong woman with "manly" capabilities/energies. Creating this electric spark in the mind of the trampled Beta waved individual giving rise to new breakthroughs and eurekagasm's. Find new and better ways to trap the genius juice from your feet imbued with Alpha waved energies in shoes/socks or whatever you come across, let your dorky friend rise to his full potential by trampling him, using your socks on him or by letting him have his way with your lower extremities. Use the breakthroughs he invents to your advantage to get rich and powerful and ascend to heights never thought possible. I will play the role of Ashley Vorontsova, the brutal cute looking Russian girl that loves to trample and humiliate her foes. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y25vlyeKTXM&t=6s