The Grey Room

The footsteps come for me. They are faint at first but with every step, they become louder, talons upon tile scraping like nails down a chalkboard. My mind races, anticipation tensing my body as I pull in futility against the straps that bind me to the...

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Scenes We'd Like To See - Original Ending

Raposa looked across the desk and glared. He breathed out deeply, a solitary vein tattooing his muzzle, quivering slightly with every broken heartbeat. He growled, fixing a daggered stare at the subordinate in front of him. The constancy of his...

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Scenes We'd Like To See

Raposa looked across the desk and glared. He breathed out heavily, a solitary vein tattooing his muzzle, quivering slightly with every broken heartbeat. He growled, fixing a daggered stare at the subordinate in front of him. The constancy of his...

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The Leaky Toilet

Master leads me into the bathroom, the collar tight around my neck. The strip light asks me searching questions as I stand naked in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of my own submission. Why am I here? I ask myself, but of course I have...

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Slave To The Wager: Chapter 2 - Sunday Morning

**12:30am, Sunday** I pull in futility against my binds, the metal of the cuffs clanking nosily against the frame I'm attached to. I look around, but the rubber mask still obscures all my vision, the darkness of the room ensuring there's nothing I...

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