Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage and sexual content.
Context: This is a bonus short story for Kinktober 2025. It's both a sequel and counterpart to Writer's Block (Day 32?) from Kinktober 2024.
“Phewwww”
A deep sigh of relief escaped my lips. I sat back from the laptop, having finally posted my final story of the month online. 31 straight days, 31 tales of bondage kink and debauchery. It was the second consecutive Kinktober event I’d participated in, and I was spent.
I laid back on my bed, relaxing in frilly pink panties, a semi-transparent floral pink bra, a thick black leather collar with front O-ring, black lace stockings and slim black opera gloves. Ropes and straps and gags were strewn across the bed around me.
This year I’d experimented with dressing myself up in the sexiest, sluttiest, most submissive-feeling clothing I owned whenever I wrote. Along with an occasional leg-tie using ropes or straps, or linked leather cuffs locked around my wrists. All with the goal of getting myself into the right mood to spark inspiration. It really worked!
I giggled as I read some of the comments appearing under my stories, teasing me about my bondage-prone nature or roleplaying my captivity. I shivered and rubbed my thighs together in restless excitement at the thought of others visualising me in bondage.
I watched the clock tick towards the event’s final deadline. Three seconds... two... one... ... one?
The clock froze at one second to midnight.
Like a lightning strike, my head was filled with memories. From the night exactly one year ago.
As a ‘reward’ for completing Kinktober in full, some twisted holiday magic had trapped me in a 24-hour limbo. That event had been totally wiped from my memory, until tonight. And now it was happening all over again.
I hadn’t spent that night alone. Someone else had been summoned to join m--
“Hi!”
“AAH!”
Like a phantom, there you suddenly were, standing at the foot of my bed.
“It’s really you? The actual Nina1474? This is amazing! I can’t believe I’m the lucky reader who gets to spend Day 32 with you.”
“H-hi. Yes... so lucky...”
I slowly slid backwards on the bed, feeling awfully self-conscious about the skimpy clothes I hadn’t expected to be seen in. This was all happening because of my stories. Maybe if I just deleted one of them...
I dove for the laptop.
“Whoa girl!”
“Gaahh!”
My dive faltered midway and I flopped down, falling onto my front. My hands were stuck behind me! I glanced back to see my own purple rope surrounding my wrists, with several loops closed tightly around the black gloves.
“You’ve got so much gear here. Have you used it a lot? Or is it like your Wishful Thinking story, where you’ve never been able to properly tie yourself up? Ooh, we should do the elbow tie from that one!”
“N-no, that’s really alriiaaah!”
You didn’t even have to move. Just a flicker in your eye, and my elbows were pulled together within another one of the purple ropes.
“Hmm. I’d imagined it being much tighter than that.”
creeak!
“Aaagh!”
“That’s more like it!”
My fingers twitched as my elbows were squeezed in until they touched. Were it not for rope magic, I doubted they could even be pulled in that far.
“This is so cool! I can just think something and it happens to you. Like...”
My flailing legs were suddenly unable to flail. They were folded and held together by new ropes gripping them at the knees and ankles, and a short rope holding them to my wrist-tie. You’d put me into a super-strict hogtie!
“... this!”
“Gahh!! P-please, this is all too much!”
You slipped up onto the bed and knelt in front of my prone figure, hips right in front of my face. You lifted my chin up and stroked my cheek. I gulped nervously as I looked up into your eyes.
“I umm... Look I know y-you're probably excited. But maybe we could slow things down a bi--”
“Hold that thought! I need to gag you first. And I wanna do this one by hand~”
“Huh? W-wait!”
You picked up the possession of mine that first caught your attention on arriving: the large red rubber ballgag. You lowered it past my horrified eyes, against my parted lips...
“N-no... mmh... Mmmgghh!!”
“Heh. That looks so good on you Nina! Let's strap it niiice and tight~”
“Mmmph!”
“Hmm. Is this the biggest gag you own? It should be bigger right?”
That glint in your eye sparkled again. My mouth was spread wider as the round ball enlarged in size.
“Mmgh?!”
“How's that?"
“MMnggmmpH!”
“More? Sure thing!”
“Nnngh!!!”
My whole body jerked as big gag kept growing. I couldn’t stop you from filling up my mouth further.
“Mmhhhnh!”
“Really, more? Okay just a tiny bit, you kinky little gagslut~”
“Mmmhhhmmph...”
My mouth was filled to capacity and beyond. I could barely handle the strain, whimpering quietly behind the gigantic ball. Even with free hands, I wouldn’t even be able to pull it out unless it shrank back down first.
“Don’t worry, that's just a starter. Maybe we’ll get you sucking on a nice fat cock-gag later~. I know you’d love that! But first, let’s explore some of our options for tonight.”
“Mmh?”
blink
In an instant, my bedroom was gone. My bed was gone. My clothes were gone?
I was outdoors, feeling a cool fresh breeze hitting my naked skin. My hands and feet were securely bound to a pole, with shorts around my ankles and a shirt around my neck. I gulped down a mouthful of something foul tasting. My mouth was stuffed with big dirty socks!
This was Twinfield Park! Living and breathing, not just words on a screen. I was tied to a lamppost, exactly how I’d imagined the scene from Kindness of Strangers. That story was filled with so much distress and humiliation, and now I was being forced to live it!
A pack of unsympathetic park visitors were crowded around me. They groped, fondled, smacked, and played with my squirming body. No matter how much I begged for mercy through the thick unpleasant gag.
You pushed your way gently to the front of the throng.
“What’s the matter Nina? Here, I have a fun addition that might cheer you up.”
In your hands were a pair of nipple clamps.
“Mmph?!”
I shook my head vigorously, and in fact my whole body, making my exposed breasts bounce. All while you brought the clamps closer and closer towards them, to the resounding cheers of the crowd.
“Nnngh... nngh... MMGH!!!”
“There! Who else has toys they’d like to add to Nina in support of her cause?”
A dozen hands raised into the air.
blink
Walls returned, but these ones were white. And padded.
I was standing in the middle of the room, raised onto the tips of my bare toes since my collar had a slightly-too-short chain attaching it to the ceiling. The white latex bolero straitjacket sheathing my arms was uncomfortably small. It squeaked as I struggled.
The phallic gag crammed down my mouth was on the brink of making me gag. You tightened its strap anyway, drawing a strained grunt from me.
“Mmmhkh!”
“This report says you believe you’re being teleported between different scenarios, always involving you being tied up and teased by one of your fans who looks just like me? That’s crazy talk Nin-... uhh I mean, Patient 74. Luckily this facility has all sorts of useful tools to treat you properly. The way you deserve to be treated~”
You flicked my nipple clamps and held me by the waist. Something cold and hard was inserted in between my ass cheeks.
“MMMGGH!!”
You tugged tight latex panties all up my legs, settling them around my waist to hold the large plug in its new home.
“I’m thinking you should spend an hour in either solitary confinement, with some added toys of course, or sharing a tiny cell with one of the worst sex offenders in the whole place. Which would you prefer Nina?”
“MMGH!!”
“Fair enough, we’ll circle back to that later.”
blink
I was on stage at Lucky Lucy’s, hunched down and tied against a stripper pole. I wore fishnet stockings, sexy pink lingerie, and just to mock me, my trilby hat. My mouth was stuffed to the brim beneath an OTM cloth gag. Patrons were catcalling and fanning dollar bills at my struggle-filled ‘dance’.
You were sat right at the front of the stage, reaching up to stuff notes inside my bra, tugging out the panty string and letting it snap back.
“Yeah baby, shake it!”
blink
I was on all-fours in a tight black bitchsuit, which encased my arms and legs but otherwise left me effectively naked, along with a big squeaking ball taped inside my mouth and a dog-ears headband on top.
You vigorously rubbed my head and lightly scratched under my chin.
“Mmmmgghh~...”
“Come, pup!”
You stood up and strolled off, pulling on the leash attached to my collar and forcing me to hobble after you, through the gate and into the public park...
blink
We were in a dance practice room facing a full-wall mirror. You circled around me, smacking my butt and pushing me to perform awkward dance moves, despite my stretched-out arms and legs both being stuck within spreader-bars.
“You better nail the dance moves this time Nina, or you’re going back into the supply closet!”
SPANK!
“Mmphh!!”
blink
I was lying bound on the mattress of a small bed in a jail cell, wearing the sweaty torn remnants of a prison warden’s uniform.
A crowd of women in orange jumpsuits watched with malicious glee and anticipation as you entered the cell.
blink
In a plush opulent bedroom, I was sitting roped-up on your lap in the smallest French-maid outfit I’d ever seen. You slowly tugged my panties down.
blink
I was lying on the dirty ground of a tiny back-alley. You were playing with a marionette, stroking it in very particular places. My arms and legs were wrenched this way and that.
blink
I was bent over a chair, surrounded by a set mocked up to resemble an abandoned warehouse. I was cuffed and gagged with a huge ring gag. You and an attractive co-star stood on either side of me, ready to move in. A crew of cameramen and a director watched closely.
“Aaand... ACTION!”
"Mmgh? NNnnghhKH!”
blink
Back in my own bedroom again. Back in sultry fetish-model clothing, worming on top of my bed in a magically-tightened purple rope hogtie, drooling around a massive magically-expanded ballgag.
Something felt different though... My panties were missing! From the taste of the new soft padding squashed inside my mouth behind the rubber ball, I figured out where they’d gone. Now I wished I hadn’t gotten myself so worked up reading comments earlier.
You were sitting on the bed beside me, browsing the posts on my laptop.
“You know Nina, this little adventure of ours could make a fun story to add to your body of work, don't you think?”
“Mmhhh!!”
“Glad you agree. It's settled then. Before we're done and you forget everything, you will write a final extra Kinktober story about tonight! Well maybe not about this next part coming up. It’s about to get rather spicy~”
“Hmgh?!!”
You snapped the laptop lid closed.