Femdom bdsm story
If you’re looking for a four paragraph one handed read where everybody’s pants are off in the first paragraph and semen is flying from all angles by the third, this isn’t the story for you. (That's not criticism, mind you. There are some hot ultra-short stories here on ASSTR, but sometimes you want something more, something that makes you think.)
If you’re looking for literate erotica with a meaningful story, that builds, and you’re not afraid of novella length works, The Foundry may be what you’re looking for. If you’re interested in bondage and female domination, and know that some consensual stories have fairly extreme elements verging on the non-consensual, and like life in difficult times, not all stories end with ‘happily ever after,’ this is the one you want to read.
Synopsis- A man is given the opportunity to become a porn star at one of the internet’s kinkiest websites. He jumps at the chance and finds out that adult stars really do earn their money as his first role lands him suspended and inverted in bondage under one of the world’s premiere dominatrices who puts on an unbelievable 4th of July extravaganza live on the internet. Readers with a little patience won't be disappointed. Like a symphony this one starts quietly and builds to a crescendo.
Snippet- The power of the winch was overwhelming. The motor hummed and our feet were snatched into the air. As our widely spread legs were lifted our bodies were drawn along the cool concrete much faster than I expected, close to a foot a second, smudging the chalk ‘X’s’ we sat on, until our legs were straight up, our hips directly below the bars. But the truss didn’t stop lifting. Our pelvises were hoisted without even a shudder. Not in my wildest fantasy did I think that winch wouldn’t be able to take the load; the people who set up that studio were clearly professionals, but I’d expected a hesitation, a surge in the motor, something to remind me that three grown men are substantial, not plucked chickens being readied for stuffing. There was an urge to fight the machine, to pull down, but it would have been a futile gesture; not only was it far too powerful, but there nothing to leverage against, and by the time the thought had run through my head it, too, was clear of the concrete floor, my entire weight supported by the two thick straps wrapped tightly around my ankles.
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