Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a bonus story for the Kinktober 2024 event.

1 minute to midnight. I scanned over the words on my screen one final time, at this point only checking for grammatical errors. I hit Submit then Refresh, and there it was. My final story for the Kinktober 2024 challenge appeared on the event page. I had succeeded in posting one new story on every day in October.

I leaned back with satisfaction in my chair, stretching and feeling the tension leaving my body. It had been a tense final few hours to finish on time, not to mention the few close-calls over the last week, and the mountain of work over the month itself. I was eager to change out of my pink shirt and blue jeans, maybe let down my ponytail and just relax.

I was so giddy from my accomplishment that I didn’t hear you standing right behind me. Not until you grabbed my outstretched arms and pulled them together behind my chair.

“Waaahh! W... who’s there?”

You didn’t answer. Instead you held my hands close together. Rope materialised between them and slithered around my wrists. After only a few seconds my wrists were tied together, a series of perfectly neat loops cinched together in the middle, every bit as tight and visually tidy as you’d imagined in your mind’s eye.

“You’re tying me up? You can’t do that!”

As you watched my arms squirm side to side, the next step was clear. You grabbed my arms above the elbows, and forcefully pushed them in.

“Aah!” 

My flexibility was working against me. Another set of ropes spanned them and tugged them inwards, forcing my elbows to press together. I wriggled my bound arms about, my shoulders shimmying in front of you. I couldn’t see who you were in the darkness behind me.

“What’s going on?”

You smirked. “Something very special. It's nice to meet you Nina1474. I’ve really enjoyed your Kinktober entries. And the spirits did too. It seems that anyone who completes the Kinktober challenge in full, all 31 days, is subjected to a... celebration of sorts.”

“W... What kind of celebration?”

You gently stroked my face from behind.

“Posting stories or pictures is well and good, but the viewers and readers are the essential part of the magic. It’s those who engage with the content, favouriting, commenting, even just reading. They make Kinktober the special time that it is.”

I nodded along. “I would certainly agree with that. But I’m still not sure what that has to do with you being here now.”

“Well, as a reward for these loyal fans, Kinktober grants a special gift. The magic of the Halloween holiday brings one lucky reader here. Not just here, but every content creator who completes the challenge meets a viewer. The dominants get a submissive fan to toy with. The switches meet another switch to play back-and-forth power games with. And you, Nina1474, who are the one of the most hopelessly submissive, big-gag-craving, bondage-loving rope-bunny sluts I’ve ever seen. You get me. Or more accurately, I get you~”

“I... that’s not what I... uhm...”

A box slid across the ground, out from under my desk.

“Oh? What’s this~?”

It was lifted onto the desk. The box was filled with bondage gear. Purple ropes, black bondage tape, a blindfold, a purple vibrator, and several ball gags. You grabbed the 2-inch diameter red single-strap ball-gag and swung it like a pendulum in front of my face.

“Your favourite if I remember right?”

“Uhm... Well to be honest it turned out to be a little too big for me. I don’t know why I even still have it. Maybe you’d like to try one of the smaller gags there...”

“Nonsense! I think you just need a little encouragement. In fact you could probably take a bit bigger...”

As you pulled the gag down towards my mouth, I could see it actually grow between your hands.

“No wait please don-MMMmmmph!!”

I pulled back against the chair. You clamped your hand around the gag and my mouth, and slowly pushed it inside. It slipped past my teeth and somehow it all fit in.

“Mmmghhh!”

The strap was pulled tighten and buckled closed. I was bound and gagged for real. Not just in my imagination. Not just a half-measure self-bondage attempt. I couldn’t just reach up and pull out the gag this time. It was surreal and scary and exciting.

“Mhhh... mhh...”

The chair rattled as I twisted about in it, making little moaning noises, struggling to endure the strenuous position my arms were held in.

You leaned forward over the back of my chair, your cheek resting against mine. You reached down and stroked my thigh. Where had my jeans gone?! My lower half was now only wearing pink panties and white socks. As your finger continued gliding along my soft skin, more coils of rope lashed around my legs. The ankles, below my knees and above my knees, all squeezed tight by new neat rope ties.

“Hhhmph!!”

“Don’t be so coy Nina. You wrote about a lot of cruel difficult situations didn’t you? You should want nothing more than to suffer like your story counterpart. In fact...”

You covered my eyes with your hand.

I felt a breeze. The gag in my mouth was different now. I ran my tongue over it and the shape was unmistakable. A dildo panel-gag stuffed my mouth now.

blink

I could see again. Green and light brown all around me. Grass, bushes, trees. I was in a park! Still bound by ropes, though now in a more complex body-covering arrangement.

“Forget about your first story already Nina? It feels like such a long time ago doesn’t it?”

There you were standing on a path, while I was tucked behind a bush. This was Twinfield Park! The setting of my first story. I was bound and gagged exactly like I had been in the story.

“Now you can experience the helplessness and humiliation for real!”

“Mmmph!!”

blink

I was standing on a promenade flanked by tall lampposts.

“Where am I-uaahh!”

You stood behind me, pulling a large ring gag into my mouth. In front of us, two boys in black and red clothing were pushing an attractive curvy redhead wearing a pink and white cheerleader outfit towards me.

“You’re about to be tethered to your sorority sister Nina. Just as you wrote!”

You held me still as the redhead’s body pushed into mine, her lips touching my lips around the ring-gag.

“Mmmmhhh!”

blink

I stood on a stage. A crowd of animal masks stared at me. At my bound body in pink lingerie. You stood beside me, holding up ropes attached to my shoulders.

“Think that anyone will purchase an on-stage demonstration again? Maybe I should~”

You spanked my ass, making me groan and the audience chuckle.

blink

I was bound to a pole wearing a slutty witch outfit. You circled me snapping photographs.

blink

I struggled in a straightjacket in a clean hospital-like room. You shoved a leather bit-gag into my mouth.

blink

I was almost naked, hopping in a pair of panties with stickers stuck on my breasts. All around me there were carnival stalls, and carnival attendees pointing and laughing. You dashed up to me and gave me a massive spank on my ass, slapping a sticker to it.

“Mmmmhhh!”

blink

I sat on a bed inside a small metal room... no, a shipping container. I was ballgagged and chained to the wall. You lifted a box filled with restraints and gags, musing over which to use on me next. Before you used me.

blink

I was back in my room, in my chair, in front of my computer, breathing heavily. Back in my neat rope ties and enlarged ballgag. You reached around from behind, gently holding me.

“You see, all of your devious ideas and perils are now ours to play in. Every painful tie and deep humiliation and punishing scenario you came up with, now you can live them. Whichever I choose of course~”

I whimpered meekly. The story ideas were fun to imagine but enduring them for real was a terrifying prospect.

“Have you noticed yet? Look at your computer there. What time is it?”

I focused in on the corner of the screen. 11:59:59. The timer was stuck, unmoving.

“You and I have 24 hours together. A full day for me to do whatever I wish with you. Once it ends everything will return to normal. You won’t even remember it. Except for nights when you relive it in your dreams.”

“Mmmph!!”

“I look forward to what demented ideas you come up with for yourself next year. But for now... what shall we do first?”