A young woman, recently enslaved, comes to terms with her bondage.<br /><br />Part one; <span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="758848964" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-s-Self-Bondage-758848964" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Sofi&#039;s Self Bondage</strong><b>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, 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.<br />There may be a sequel, though I'm not sure yet. Will probably depend on the feed back I get on this. Enjoy...</b><br />Sofi Turner shuddered into climax. A brief moment of ecstasy that washed over her and left her feeling&#8230; How did she feel? Unburdened? Free? Something like that. In fact now that she had taken the first step&#8230;<br />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</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Part seven;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="763599767" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-s-Sisters-763599767" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Sofi&#039;s Sisters</strong><b>This is the seventh part of a story and follows;<br /></b><br /><br /><b>No spoilers but part six follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex and some soppy girls crying. <img src="https://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="387" title=";) (Wink)"/><br /></b><br />Amber drove her BMW M3 up to the gate and wound down her window. Pressing the button on the intercom she sat and waited for someone to answer. She did not recognise the voice when someone did.<br />"Hello can I help you?"<br />"Uh, yes, it's Amber Rutherford to see Sofi Turner."<br />"Oh, you must have the wrong address, this is the Sandford residence."<br />"Yes, I know, Mike Sandford is Sofi's step dad. Sofi's mum, who recently passed away, was Mike's partner. Look I'm a friend of the family, can you let someone know I'm here and open the bloody gate please?"<br />"I'm very sorry Miss but I cannot do that. The family are away at the moment. The house is being remodelled and there are only builders here.&#8221;<br />&#8220;Well, where are they?&#8221;<br />&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry I cannot give</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>