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caught up a bit more - the drwaing scenes within thabondage session had been an awesome read! Luckiliy Bree's got alent - she should make a bit more of it, but she's used to be alone, not to trust, being betrayed, so it's hard. It is a great study of a special character!
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First of all: I guess I would have liked that Turkey too :) So Bree has made a decision, and from what we learned till now, it is probably the right one for her. It will remain to be seen though, if her attitude to bondage will change at some point, though at the moment that seems unlikely in my opion. Repeating myself here, but Bree is a very fascinating character. All in all another excellent Chapter!
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Mineira1986 wrote: 2 years ago Poor Bree. I can relate with those situations when it's so socially awkward to be, but you can't go way. I can only imagine it's that feeling but at least 10 times worse for Bree. I hope she can learn how to overcome that.

Now, I can't wait for the next chapter with the mechanical bull. It's going to be an exciting game, and I hope Bree can enjoy it a bit.
Yeah, I know these situations as well and hate them as well. Bree could just go to her room and sleep, she is not obliged to stay there but thinks she is still indebted somehow.

I'm glad you are excited about the mechanical bull. I have never read about/seen them used in combination with bondage, so I was quite pleased with that idea.
Nainur wrote: 2 years ago caught up a bit more - the drwaing scenes within thabondage session had been an awesome read! Luckiliy Bree's got alent - she should make a bit more of it, but she's used to be alone, not to trust, being betrayed, so it's hard. It is a great study of a special character!
great read!
Yeah, Bree is good with the pencil, but it is more than talent. She also practiced a lot, making her so good, but she does not really belief in herself (For example, note that others call her work art while she calls it simply drawings). I have further plans with that aspect of hers.
Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago First of all: I guess I would have liked that Turkey too :) So Bree has made a decision, and from what we learned till now, it is probably the right one for her. It will remain to be seen though, if her attitude to bondage will change at some point, though at the moment that seems unlikely in my opion. Repeating myself here, but Bree is a very fascinating character. All in all another excellent Chapter!
I think you can guess it yourself, but if she does not change her standpoint with regard to bondage a little, the story is over or gets very non-consensual. I have some ideas up my sleeve, but sadly, I lack to write them down in the upcoming days. Thank you for your continued support!
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> The absence of an apology signaled her desire to move on.

That is one way of dealing with it. It was fun to see the feelings of Bree.

And a BULL??? Wonder where this will lead us. Great chapter.
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What should Bree do ? I don't think she really knows, she's got some tough choices to make, which will change her life forever. I hope she can work things out in her favour. :)
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Awesome stuff!
Was intrigued to learn Bree's an albino - well, it is exotic, but all in all it shouldn't be - what's 'normal' anyway?

Still, I provides a picture which is very much intriguing and adding to the general atmosphere of this journey. What was/is bothering me that several people do not take care of a person, that can be called at least 'newbie'. People like Yuna simply should forget about a gag when playing with someone new and leaving for a time (or earlier in the story leave her hooded for 30 minutes max and return late, pulse control or not.). Or knocking the door and enter without being actual allowed to (Aoife), never mind her intentions good or bad "By entering, Aoife had broken her pledge already.". - whatever happened to Aoife some time before, it does not give her the right to intrude.
These remarks are not to critize the conception of the story, on the contrary: it is very plausible in an imperfect world. Go on (and I know you will)!

I'd like to read sometime Bree would be guided into it gently and learn to trust, for the moment I can understand her sentiment: "...It was tasteless. This behavior assured me this world was not meant for me. Despite this afternoon’s incident, my stay had been a success: I had been informed adequately to decide to cut all ties. Yuna and Mariam were helpful, but bondage was simply not my cup of tea...."
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Nainur, thanks a lot for your detailed thought!
Nainur wrote: 2 years ago Was intrigued to learn Bree's an albino - well, it is exotic, but all in all it shouldn't be - what's 'normal' anyway?
Yeah, albinism is not the rarest or strangest of conditions, but I chose it to give Bree some unique traits. It is quite rare and helps her to feel 'different' and out of place.
Nainur wrote: 2 years ago Still, I provides a picture which is very much intriguing and adding to the general atmosphere of this journey. What was/is bothering me that several people do not take care of a person, that can be called at least 'newbie'. People like Yuna simply should forget about a gag when playing with someone new and leaving for a time (or earlier in the story leave her hooded for 30 minutes max and return late, pulse control or not.). Or knocking the door and enter without being actual allowed to (Aoife), never mind her intentions good or bad "By entering, Aoife had broken her pledge already.". - whatever happened to Aoife some time before, it does not give her the right to intrude.
These remarks are not to critize the conception of the story, on the contrary: it is very plausible in an imperfect world. Go on (and I know you will)!
Yeah, this is exactly what I tried to achieve. Such thoughts help me a lot to reflect on my story and whether my intentions have come across. These people are enthusiastic and maybe a bit detached from reality when it comes to bondage. It is not that they expect Bree to already know a lot, but for them this all may seem basic, and if they are expecting or testing whether Bree could like bondage, then giving her an experience they would call bondage would be the way to go.
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The bull’s nut-brown hair was smooth like ice, and my jeans lacked grip as the animal bucked. I clutched the ring around its neck and buried my heels in its sides. Its back raised and cast me four inches in the air, catching me on the thick foam around its hollow wooden base. It did not hurt, but before allowing me to sigh in relief, the beast swung 180 degrees to the right while tilting back and forth. I still sat on.

“I’ve not made an utter fool out of myself,” I congratulated myself as the bull halted with me facing Ambrose at the yellow control box. I wanted to return the smile, but the device below me had other plans. “Oww,” I screeched as the bull sent me up but rotated before I landed. It accelerated.

The bull’s back threw me up once more, and I face-planted against his soft head. Why did people enjoy near-death experiences? I barely clinched on, somehow determined not to fall. That’s the game, isn’t it? Knowing you will drop eventually, you work your hardest to hang on as it spins further out of control. A metaphor for my current life.

Every odd moment, the machine’s movements normalized, letting me stabilize before it resumed its perpetual efforts to launch me in the air. Soon, it lowered to the left, then fired up while rotating, only to go down and right as it reached its apex. My body still had momentum and continued its flight, only for my foot to hook behind the brown-haired creature as my arms could not correct this shift. I plunged downward head-first but turned mid-air, so my shoulders absorbed the minor impact. The inflatable cushions below were perfect. Now I expected the bull to continue its rampage and hit me, but it had stopped. Ambrose had pressed the big red button.

I crouched up, seeing the smirks of Remy and Talon, holding beers on the couch, and Cecilia, who beckoned me toward her. “And? Had fun?” she whispered. I could not be more specific; for the other girls, it was still a surprise.

“Yeah, it was okay,” I replied. I panted, and adrenaline rushed through my veins. Was this the feeling everyone idolized? The danger, the stress, the dopamine when surviving another twist? “Actually, it was great. Thank you.” I still possessed manners and told the truth.

Cecilia responded with a grin and clenched my hand. My decision to leave was still a secret.

“Ladies, Bree had an excellent experience and survived for quite long,” Ambrose said as he stepped to the mattress on which the nude girls were bound. “If you beat her and aren’t the worst, you won’t be punished. But, being handicapped, we’ll sum your times. Anyone willing to die first?”

No grunts. All three stayed silent. The cryptic description, the air blower, the pistons’ sounds, and my shrieks had inspired no one. I did not blame them.

“What ‘bout ya, Chey?” Ambrose suggested. “Talon, get her free and prepped.” Himself, he picked up a drill from the corner and removed the bull’s ring that had saved me multiple times and instead fastened a pink flaccid rubbed object. It was shaped like a penis: a dildo.

Unchained, Cheyenne did not resist as the mask blindfolded her, and the red ball silenced her otherwise impeccable face. She remained helpless. Talon cuffed her wrists in front and released her chest-long hair from a high ponytail before kissing her on the cheek. He grabbed her midriff, lifted her up, and walked her up the bull, not to spoil the inflatable mat underneath.

With her fingers firmly clinching the dildo, the ride began. Cheyenne toppled forward but recovered herself in her confusion. As the bull’s gentle – almost dull – initial pace rotated her toward us, I grasped the competition’s purpose. Her horseback riding motions were suggestive, her hands stroked the dildo’s shaft, and her boobs – her slutty, obscene behavior earned her my profane vocabulary – bounced passionately up and down. The perverted shameless men appreciated the show as I blurred my vision to avoid staring away.

Like Isabelle and Remy, Cheyenne was younger than Talon and stunning according to modern beauty standards. A model-worthy figure with substantial breasts, a slim waist, and a decent, natural-looking butt. I could only speculate why she had chosen this ‘status’ with Talon: money. Even a million dollars would not be enough for me, granting I will never receive such an offer with a facial scar and mediocre looks.

“Aaaeeeiiifff,” breached my thoughts. As if a seal kicked in the stomach, Cheyenne screamed, defying the ball-gag, and the high-pitch filled the room as she lay on the mat. She had anticipated more pain.

“Round two,” Talon said in an uncaring manner. He placed his beer down and hoisted Cheyenne back on. “Be better. This was an embarrassment.”

Cheyenne nodded. She trembled and gasped for air in fear. A blindfold made this game horrifying, and I was glad I had opted out. Talon squeezed her ass, no reaction, and the machine restarted. She lost as rapid, and I would swear I lasted more than twice as long. Still handcuffed, Talon led her back to the mattress and unfastened Isabelle. Same story: she disliked the ride, but the men cherished her sight.

“Put this on,” Cecilia told me, handing me a black piece of fabric.

“Why?”

“Aoife is filmed, and we prefer being unrecognizable.” Cecilia pulled her balaclava over her head, and I copied. Only Aoife was given none. Cecilia aimed a camera on a tripod on the brown beast while Ambrose installed a GoPro on its head. The balaclava’s wool tickled my face and made me look like an amateurish bank robber.

This event was tasteless, but filming and publishing it online was too absurd. I was at a porn set, and maybe my breasts had reached the dark alleyways of the internet already after this afternoon’s incident. I remained motionless and watched my knees as Aoife completed the task. These people had turned a fun entertainment attraction into something only the most wicked of mankind would embrace. Over the years, I had received countless offers for sex in exchange for payment, but nothing came close to this madness.

“Disappointing. Unsatisfactory. By far the worst,” Ambrose barked as he pulled her blindfold off. Aoife stared down. She had ridden the bull four times, and each attempt had been shorter than the previous. Was she nauseous? During the last two rounds, steel clothespins linked to weights on chains were attached to her nipples, but I had not dared to envision their purpose: pain. “Time for your punishment. Insert this.” He showed the uncuffed and ungagged Aoife a rubber shape connected to many thousand shiny black threads running in the same direction.

“Excuse me, master. I’m sorry,” Aoife stumbled in her heavy accent before crawling to another room. She was not allowed to stand up nor walk. She returned on her hands and knees while dragging the strands behind her like a tail. I could not spot an obvious attachment method, so insert was seemingly lateral. Yikes.

“Aoife, your body has to learn the movements of the bull, and there’s no better way than becoming the bull. Climb up. Lay down. Face forward,” Ambrose ordered. These were no suggestions. The ginger maiden obeyed, and beneath the bull’s brown hair were leather straps to which her arms and leg were strapped. The dildo was already removed. “For safety, you won’t be blindfolded and gagged. Who wants a ride?”

The evening was getting worse. Aoife got a little test round, and her tail swept through the air. I could feel the forces that were pushed against the cuffs. And they fancied someone to sit on her back?

“Bree?” Cecilia laid her hand on my leg. “You were brave tonight but should go upstairs. You won’t like what’ll happen next. Okay?”

I nodded. “Thank you. Good night.” I was delighted and ran up the stairs.
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Based on the people around her, Bree should leave this lot. She will probably be better off.
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Yup, yup, Bree is better off. I'm pretty sure there are more... normal people? at the inn, like Yuna. At least not creepy like Ambrose & co.
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Mineira1986 wrote: 2 years ago Yup, yup, Bree is better off. I'm pretty sure there are more... normal people? at the inn, like Yuna. At least not creepy like Ambrose & co.
creepy indeed. She'd better run for it (if possible)!
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That was really creepy, the atmosphere was? Disturbing? Bree would be wise to make a run for it. The question is: Can she? Just go? [mention]Beaumains[/mention] the way you created this creepy atmosphere was extremly well done!
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Very well written - can sense Bree's discomfort at her surroundings throughout this update.
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A good chapter, what should Bree do now ? Should she stay, or should she go back to her old life. ? She has met some new friends, some of them are good, while others seem to be very weird. It's for her to work out, lets hope she chooses wisely :)
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Thank you for all the kind comments, but I really did not know how to respond to them save for saying thank you. You all seem to be in agreement. Let's see if this chapter can change that.

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Stealing. Running. Never Returning.

That troubled my mind. My clothes were still being washed in the early morning, so I was imprisoned on the mansion’s top floor. With Aoife’s clothes, I could endure, but I missed my own gear. The walk to the city would take three hours, and there I had to spend my surviving savings on food and a bus ride to regain my anonymity elsewhere. Here, that obscene group would find me within days. I had to wrap up this chapter.

“It won’t be easy, as usual,” I sobbed. I had to abandon my warm 60 dollar sleeping bag, pillow, sleeping mat, winter coat, and winter boots. After buying a bus ticket, I had to survive the weather for two or three weeks before I reacquired everything crucial. Cheaping out could be a deadly mistake.

I faced a choice: Ask for my belongings or leave and save the sparse daylight.

It was 7 o’clock already -- an hour before sunrise -- but I was doubtful. Which risk was greater? Ambrose and Cecilia forcing me to stay or perhaps freeze to death?

I did not know.

But I had to choose.

Any second I delayed my decision increased my troubles.

A knock on the door made the brass bell jingle that I had tied to the door handle to warn me of nightly intruders. “Bree, ye there? Fancy joining me on my morning jog?” Aoife proposed.

“No, not really.”

It stayed silent on the other side of the door. “What else will you do this morning?”

“Dunno.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sound distressed. Can I come in?”

I should have fled. “Truly, no problems here.” My speech trembled too much for my words to even resemble a lie.

“May I enter? We should talk,” Aoife pressed. I had lost. Stupid. “Bree?”

I sighed. I was in trouble. “Come in.”

Aoife gripped the door handle in an instant but opened the door gently. “Good morning. Slept well?” She was nude, and instinctively, I stepped back and reached for the knife in the pocket of the borrowed jeans. I had held it all night. “Bree? What’s going on? What happened? Tell me.”

I was trapped, and my body betrayed too much.

“You’re afraid, aren’t you? What did happen last night?”

I shuffled against the wall.

“Speak, so I can help you, or give me a hug.” Her bug green eyes puppy-eyed me with wide black marks surrounding them; she was exhausted. Well, she would not stab me in the back with a hairpin, would she? “Don’t be scared.”

“I, uh, I don’t like what you’re doing,” I stumbled. My hand escaped the pocket and fumbled with itself. “I don’t want to take part, please.”

“That’s perfectly fine, and you do what ye wanna do. No one here is pushing you, so don’t be pressured.” Her voice was honeyed as if the ghost of a little girl luring me deeper into a swamp. “If you’re weirded out, disgusted, or it gets too much, you step away. We don’t judge. It’s much at once, especially with our guests this week, and we should have taken better care of you. Everyone was overly excited yesterday.”

It was no apology, no guarantee, not even a possibility to leave.

“So, do you fancy going on a run together?”

Aoife would never support my plans to depart, so I had to keep them secret. “I’m not very into sports,” I spoke truthfully. Why would I waste expensive energy for nothing?

“That’s no problem; I’m no Olympian either. Shorts and a shirt are in that pile of clothes, and I have a pair of spare running shoes downstairs.”

Why was I so foolish? Aoife had said I could say no, but I lacked adequate reasons to decline.

“Try it. Ye’ll feel better afterward. Okay?”

I nodded slowly.

“Cool, change, and we’ll meet downstairs.”

I was stuck because I was once more overrun. Announcing I craved to leave would prolong the conversation, and I would be stopped. Not showing up would spark a search, so I had to play along. I changed under the blanket – hidden cameras are undetectable nowadays – and met Aoife in the hallway. Dressed in shoes and low socks, she wore more than ever before.

“Take these.” I got handed pink running shoes that did not match my lime-green shirt. Leather cuffs were locked around Aoife’s wrists that were connected with a thick, two-foot-long chain. She revealed a little note. “This’s funny. Read it.”

Aoife,
Your daily exercise will consist of the standard route. You’ll be handcuffed and bring this tire along with you. It longs for fresh air.


“Sorry, Cecilia issues orders, and I gotta obey,” Aoife smirked, picking up the casing of a car tire. While handcuffed, the fifteen-pound rubber object would be bothersome, but she was undeterred. On the contrary, her thin smile had brightened, making me wonder about her lack of sleep. “This’s why I love living here. Ambrose and Cecilia constantly come up with new little challenges and rules. It’s never dull, and each day is different.”

“This always happens? And you like it?” I replied. I could have remained silent, but responding was more polite.

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s fun and eases my job a lot easier as it provides excellent creative content.”

“Shall we go?” I had no intention to understand why carrying a tire around was considered fun or how Aoife earned money.

Beyond the enormous double doors, the November winds roamed, and even with a shirt and shorts, I was highly compelled to run behind Aoife just to withstand the biting cold. We ran onto the driveway, almost up to the gate – luckily, not onto the public road – onto a trail leading further and farther from the house into the deserted forest. She could kill me there without anyone finding me for centuries, but with her handcuffed, she posed less of a threat.

“We went downhill, so we’ve to go up again!” Aoife shouted as the path rose up a steep hill covered in brown leaves. I panted, and my lungs gnarled to keep up as I stood no chance, even without a heavy tire and handcuffs. With her arms through the tire, she squeezed it against her breasts. Her legs moved like a doe -- elegant, relaxed, and quiet -- while mine were those of a disabled zombie. “We’re halfway.”

It hurt, but I did not stop. Aoife dashed ahead and then paused at a junction to dart forward before I could rest. Her fingers had turned pale, but she kept her complaints to herself, so I did the same.

“Half a mile to go,” Aoife encouraged as we approached the shore of a lake and followed it to the grass field behind the house. This place was gigantic and charming, and the thought of Cecilia and Ambrose owning it was outlandish. How could they ever afford a ten-million-dollar estate?

“I warmed up the hot tub before we left. Fancy a dive?”

“No, I don’t,” I lied, cleared my throat, and gazed at my toes. “Sorry, Aoife, but I’ll go. This’s not my cup of tea, and I need somewhere to sleep.”

“You’re joking, right? You prefer being homeless?”

“I cannot stay here. I dislike it and am a burden for you guys. I’m too boring and –”

“That’s not true, Bree,” Aoife cut me off. “Actually, we like you as you haven’t stolen anything or been rude and wanted to offer you to live here and build up a life. You wouldn’t be the first rescue of Ambrose and Cecilia. Stay.”
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Rescue she said? Mmm, I'm not sure if Bree should take the offer. I mean, she would have a shelter, and food, but... I'm sure there would be a cost. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably isn't. There has to be a catch.

It's clear that the group doesn't have Bree among its priorities, or they would lower the tone of their activities. I understand they are getting carried away with the festivities but... come on, people!

I hope this ends good for Bree, she deserves a break.
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Mineira1986 wrote: 2 years ago Rescue she said? Mmm, I'm not sure if Bree should take the offer. I mean, she would have a shelter, and food, but... I'm sure there would be a cost. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably isn't. There has to be a catch.
Very like I think, the Catch I mean :) The End of the Chapter was very well done. We do not know, if Bree stays or not. It is good, that she has made decision, and I think it is the right one for her. But obviously she will not be able to leave the easy way.
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Aoife said 'nobody is pushing'. Well, I think they actually do. To leave and being homeless on the other hand...

Awesome read. Looking forward to reading the next part!
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Very well written. Uncomfortable to read in places as it is dark and Bree keeps being placed in awkward situations. I’m hoping things get better and easier for her.
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As [mention]Nainur[/mention] said, they are pushing, hard. Rule #1 should be to listen to your instincts. If your instincts say get out, flee.
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Wow, thanks a lot for all the comments. Again, it's hard for me to comment on them without giving anything away, but I noticed that many authors who comment here have written scenes that are much more extreme. But, maybe due to the way I wrote this story, it is interpreted is much darker.
Nainur wrote: 2 years ago Aoife said 'nobody is pushing'. Well, I think they actually do. To leave and being homeless on the other hand...

Awesome read. Looking forward to reading the next part!
Yeah, Bree faces a very hard choice, and although this place is far from perfect for her, she is very well aware that leaving now also carries great risk. It is a choice between unknowns, and if the offer is genuine, it could change her life for the better.

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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago It is a choice between unknowns, and if the offer is genuine, it could change her life for the better.
Indeed a difficult choice. In the End it comes down to this: Can Bree bring herself to trust her hosts or not?
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Bree seems very frightened, I don't blame her. These people seem to want to control her, she is better off away from them. Even if it means she is homeless !
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Here is the next part. I maybe went a little overboard with two intertwining timelines, and if it got unreadable, please let me know.

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In the room on the third floor, I opened my sketchbook on a fresh page, ready to use the fancy paper. The table was one solid piece of shiny dark wood, surely antique and expensive, and stood in front of the window, overseeing the driveway and serene forest beyond. It would be idyllic in the summer or a sunny winter’s day. However, today’s grey clouds overshadowed the ancient trees and enhanced the decline of nature and my loneliness and sorrow. I sighed, and holding a freshly sharpened pencil, I placed my bottle of water on the table. Time to work. I had been promised privacy, and lunch would be delivered here. Days had been more unpleasant.

I had determined to depict Aoife and would spend considerable effort. We had talked in the round hot tub for two hours – she dressed like the day she was born, and I in the running shirt, shorts, and underwear – resulting in this project.

“I’m a little threatenin’, aren’t I?” Aoife had inquired as I squeezed aside when she joined me. “No worries, gimme a minute.” She had walked inside and returned with two sets of handcuffs. With one pair locked around her ankles, she had climbed over the three-foot edge into the warm water and sat down. Then she had fastened the other pair behind her back and awkwardly flung the two keys against my toes in the middle of the pool. “Better?” she had smirked in her heavy, rhythmic accent with its soft vowels. “We only met yesterday, Bree, but I trust ya. I hope this’s evident.”

Aoife’s frontal bone lay further back than usual, which enlarged her vivid green eyes. Her small, round face amplified this effect into an almost cartoonish manner. I sketched these features. Her nose was tiny, and her eyebrows wandered off when talking and often darted under the thin layer of red bangs. I replicated this with her head tilted roughly ten degrees and outlined her shoulders. The space below her collarbones was still empty.

“As you thankfully don’t recognize me, I gotta confess something,” she had stated and hesitated for a second. “I’m a pornstar and am nude and tied up for a living. I’ve to clarify more as well. I post updates on what I do during my day with text messages, photos, vlogs, and videos on my website. A combination of Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, and OnlyFans like every influencer, but then all at once. Therefore, I’m nude. It’s more than an act for the camera as I record an idolized lifestyle. I document my daily life as a bondage toy with a couple of free posts and the rest with a paid subscription model.”

“This is your job? And you enjoy it? You’re tight on money?” I had more questions than answers.

“I love it and earn a substantial amount. I could retire,” Aoife had responded. “When I was a strugglin’ actress, I got a gig in a bondage movie. Unrecognizable and clothed, I was hogtied in a motel, gagged with my own socks, and tickled for half an hour straight. I embraced it. My brothers had roped me a few times as lil’ kids, but nothing like this. I continued doing shoots that got more and more extreme: bathing suits, bikinis, lingerie, topless, and eventually naked. Each step was painful but made me rent. Seeing the counter of views tick up, and knowing thousands have masturbated to your pussy and struggles is degrading but less than fucking TV producers.”

I stared at the contours of the once innocent girl and dropped the lead on the bottom of the page to draw two semicircles to represent Aoife’s breasts, or well, boobs, she would call them. They were spherical and enormous compared to her slim figure but appeared natural. I was unsurprised men fancied them. I had never depicted breasts before, merely having seen others in the Tangled Maiden and here, crack whores beside. But stroke by stroke, their texture, shadows, and reflections came to life. I faded the lowest inch of the page to save myself from depicting her nipples.

“My face accidentally was visible in a video, and you can’t stop an avalanche. I foolishly decided to chase it down,” Aoife had resumed, capturing my attention. “My acting career died. Everyone in the industry cut contact, the hypocrites. My agent dumped me, forcing me to vacate the villa that I had shared with eleven other young actresses. My rent skyrocketed, and I needed money, so porn was my sole option in this downward spiral.”

I had nodded and listened in expectation. Aoife also knew the depths of life. “How did you leave?”

“One day, the only reasonable job offer was a stupid scene at a beach. I’d go skinny-dipping alone, and my opposite would steal my clothes and demand to tie me up in exchange for them. Then he’d fiddle with my tits and vagina, and I would blow him. Easy.”

Her ease in discussing sex, her body, her past, bondage, and other foul topics kept surprising me. My drawing had to address this side of her. I chose to hang a ball-gag around her neck, dripping with saliva to suggest it had left her mouth seconds ago. Only, I did not recall the connection mechanism. I scribbled a hasty note requesting one and planted it near the door, so it would be found at lunchtime.

Aoife had smiled as she described the film’s dirty details. “It was an instant hit; a shortened version went viral, landing millions of clicks overnight. Noel, my opponent, and I did another together. Afterward, I ended up spread-eagled on his bed in his apartment and had a rough night. The next day, we started dating, and shoots with my boyfriend felt safer, purer, and more fun.”

Aoife had paused for questions, but too perplexed, I had none.

“Soon, excited fans doxxed me, unearthing my Twitter and real name, and I got recognized on the streets. Noel saw a business opportunity, and we began selling bondage clips and commissioned videos. Money poured in, and we were teens, in love, and adventurous. We bought a high-quality camera and an old RV and began touring the lower 48 states. Neil built a website to avoid the fees, and it became more of a blog. We detailed our travels, showed bondage in the woods, deserts, and shady back alleys, and wrote about ourselves and our relationship.”

Aoife’s hairstyle was uncomplicated, but portraying realistic hair was always troublesome. Her thick red hair dripped down and barely crossed, like rivers finding their way to the ocean. I had to make long, separate, parallel strokes and shade the paper to fill the canvas. The ends hung above her shoulder, and I lifted them as if she was swaying her head towards the spectator. “Forging a parasocial relationship, that’s the secret of modern influencers,” she had said. “Bind your audience and be perceived as a friend. Be open and pretend they’re there as well.” In my drawing, her eyes had to possess this force, beg to be seen and cherished and form an intimate bond. This was difficult. With a tear in her right eye, I had a decent initial try. I realized cuteness could exist behind these torture tools.

“Neil stepped out of frame more and more, spoke less, and I did the camerawork. I vlogged. I was the protagonist, and although the perverts behind their phones and computers grasped he existed, the illusion was strong. Our product was more personal than conventional porn. One day, he proposed we should enter a BDSM-like relation: Introduce rules and punishments. I’d be nude, sleep bound, be gagged while travelin’, and seek permission for nearly everything. Our ratings spiked. All those horny men loved it. First, I reported I broke a rule in a vlog and announced the punishment. Then we shot a premium video of me getting caned, and finally a video essay about what this did to me. All uploaded in real-time and sometimes even live-streamed. People considered themselves part of my life as I answered comments and polled what I had to do.”

“But, uh,” I had been speechless. Where to start? “You went shopping naked?”

Aoife had laughed. “Several times, with the shop owner’s consent and without children nearby, but supermarkets and malls were already inaccessible, even while clothed. As I said, we were huge. We discovered this formula and were by far the most successful. I had become a celebrity, although not as I had imagined. It was a spectacular time.”

“It stopped?”

“Nothing lasts forever.”

Then someone had coughed behind me. I had shrieked. I detested scares. “Where can I serve your breakfast, ladies?” the lady in the ankle-long black dress and white petticoat had asked.

“Bree’s pick,” Aoife replied.

I disliked encountering the others. “Here’s fine.”

I rose from the chair and paced around: My portrait still seemed acceptable for a draft. The Irish girl had pledged to pay me if I drew her and stayed one more night at the mansion. I had dreaded it, but it was the correct decision. I lacked cash, and sitting here alone was not the end of the world.

I jumped as someone knocked. “Lunch’s outside your room. Enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you,” I shouted, coloring Aoife’s lips. The words she used to wrap up her story haunted me.

“Our mistake was settling down in a small house. We lost our creativity, and the walls closed in on me as I could not adhere to the unreasonable rules he enforced 24/7. We split up. Doin’ this work alone was depressive, and Ambrose and Cecilia saved me by adopting me and my job. This place is a blessing.”
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well, I very - very! - much appreciated Aoife's story, partly sad when fun was no fun anymore, but to learn how she seems to have become how she is now.
The careful observation and distance of someone drwaing portraits, the different look, was also a magnificent read: Bree is a unique character and still typical in this way. Loving it.
In this passage Bree appears to be relaxed, almost comfortable herself - and that I like most!
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