Introducing new characters and moving the story along...<br /><br />Part one;&nbsp;<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;Part eight;&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="764383020" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-Simmers-764383020" 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 Simmers</strong><b>This is the eighth part of a story and follows;<br /></b><br /><br /><b>No spoilers but part eight follows in much the same theme as six so the following contains aspects of bondage, latex public display of fetishes.</b><br />Josie picked up her phone and popped it into the pocket of her leather jacket. Sofi had been sent to clean the dishes and then wash herself and dress. As Josie climbed up the stairs behind Natasha she realised her new lover had dressed in PVC jeans. Was that smoking backside wrapped that way for her?<br />Josie had never considered herself bi before. Four rubbish boyfriends, since leaving her parents, had not put her off hoping to find a good one. She had never even thought to consider her own gender. Her admiration of Sofi, and the image the girl portrayed in public, had stemmed from her assumption of her free spirit and individuality. Only to find out Sofi was doing as she was told because she was a slave.<br />That was going to take some processing. Sofi was owne</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>