A young woman, recently bereaved, struggles with her unrequited lust for a man she should not have.

Part one:

Sofi's Self BondageOkay so before you start reading... I've had complaints in the past that I've not put warnings at the start... So, without giving the plot away... The following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences. So if you don't like the sound of that stop now. Otherwise I hope you like the following.
There may be a sequel, though I'm not sure yet. Will probably depend on the feed back I get on this. Enjoy...
Sofi Turner shuddered into climax. A brief moment of ecstasy that washed over her and left her feeling… How did she feel? Unburdened? Free? Something like that. In fact now that she had taken the first step…
It had been a shitty month in a particularly shitty year. Sex had been the last thing she had thought of or even needed for quite some time. So rubbing one off, to a porn story on the net, seemed a sign Part two:

Sofi's EnslavementThis is the second part of a story and follows;

No spoilers but part two follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys, sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences
Mike stood over the writhing girl. He tried to imagine what she was going through. Encased in latex for about seven hours now. A powerful vibrator harnessed to her pussy, and given the tube and bulb emerging from her crotch, some sort of inflatable stuffed up her cunt or ass.
Add to all that total sensory deprivation and inescapable bondage and it was a wonder the woman was not a gibbering wreck.
Yet she had done this before, many times in fact. Both Chloe, Sofi’s late mother, and he, had marvelled at Sofi’s hunger for such hard core bondage.
The frequency that Sofi would come down to announce a headache, an early st Part four:

Sofi SuffersThis is the forth part of a story and follows;

Okay so before you start reading... I've had complaints in the past that I've not put warnings at the start... So, without giving the plot away... The following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, public humiliation, slavery, rape, piercings, tattoo's and sexual relationships with big age differences. It's darker in tone than the first three parts, much more noncon, so if you don't like the sound of that stop now. Otherwise I hope you like the following.

Sofi screamed into her gag as the whip struck. Everything hurt. Her shoulders especially were on fire. At first she had tried to hold her weight against the cables. No longer. Now she just spasmed weakly when she was struck. Otherwise she hung limply, spent and exhausted, during the respites between the blows.
“So my little rabynya, you will thank me for this