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miss-bridget · 2 months

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Gender Gap. Part 2

I laid the latex maid outfits out for my new toy to look at. I had taken the liberty to include contrasting cages too. He gurgled a protest around the ball gag and I slapped him hard across the face. He whimpered a little bit and I grabbed his shrunken balls roughly….

“Now, you little streak of rat’s piss. This is what will be happening. I’m going to give you a choice. It will be the only one you’ll get while you’re in my company. Pick a dress and a cage. We’re going to film a little video and it will be uploaded to every account you have…..LinkedIn, Facebook, tinder…..Grindr. I say that, because you might get a lot of new followers who like sissy cunts.”

He cried in pain as I then spitefully twisted his nipples. When he stopped snivelling he grunted and nodded his head toward the black dress. It was predictable, but at least the cage would be nice and pink for my little whore. In truth, he would be wearing both at various points, but we had to start somewhere. I locked the cage on his disgusting cock and tugged it once in place. Another gagged yelp escaped his mouth and another slap followed.

I stood him up and forced the dress on his body. The glossy latex clung to him, with the skirt flitting out nicely at the bottom. I spun him around and inserted a matching pink anal plug up his ass. His eyes widened as the toy invaded his rectum and he slumped in resignation. I was disappointed, I was expecting this ‘alpha’ prick to put up a fight…..but he was cowed and humiliated already.

I produced the black stockings and put them on his legs….one of them was laddered….enhancing his look of a used slut. The high heels were too small, but I wedged his trotters in them and dragged him to his feet. He tottered unsteadily, more groans of pain emanating from his drooling lips.

“There. We’re almost done. But you look far too ugly and I want a pretty maid, don’t I? So, I think we need to see if I can perform a miracle and turn you into something even I might want to fuck.”

I grabbed the make up bag and started to apply the rouge and the lipstick. His lips were perfectly wrapped around the ball gag, making it easier to paint him into a tart. Next, the garish blue eye shadow, mascara and false lashes.

I stood back and checked my work so far. “My goodness, you really are a wanton sissy aren’t you? If I check your cage I wonder if you like it so far.”

Of course he had a mirror in his office and I shunted him over to look. He struggled and tried to curse at me….so I stuck my hand up his ass and started to manoeuvre the plug around. He shrieked like a bitch and guess what? The dreary little cock was straining in its prison. I chuckled and brought him back to the chair to continue his makeover. The auburn wig wasn’t quite his colour, but he looked presentable from behind at least. The setting up of the camera took time, but at last we were ready as I got him on all fours….crawling around his office and shaking his plugged ass for me. I lifted the skirt and the base of the squat plug was firmly on show, along with the cock cage dangling uselessly in front.

The leather slave collar was buckled on and I led him around the office a few times. When I bent him over his desk, i made sure his cuffs were tight. He saw me take the strapon and step into it….i did it slowly and deliberately just to give him time to beg….but it wasn’t going to change my mind.

The camera was set and so was I……the plug would be removed and there would be no doubt, the little slag’s mascara would be running down his face….

TBC

#cd #glam girl #caught sissy #bound #punishment #gender gap

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 19 days

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2758 (chapter 50)

*whispers * "we are so back baby"

50. of first dates and men

"I almost thought I wasn't gonna make it." You admit, placing your arm on Matt's, an action that has become a habit of yours when you two were by yourselves. "Mahoney opened an active investigation, and blah blah blah."

"I feel like you're leaving all the juicy details out." Matt turns his head to your side, smiling. There's an easiness in his step, maybe he feels lighter, maybe it's because you're finally here with him after a long, lonely day in the office; maybe it's because he's so in love that it all seems silly to him.

"Don't be so greedy, Murdock." You slightly nudge his side, spotting the diner that you chose for your date. Far away from the office and Karen, and Foggy, far away from the people you might know. The street you're both walking appears rather noisy, kids kicking around a ball, music playing loudly in someone's house, an old man with a questionable taste in hats is selling tacos, and two girls are arguing at someone's doorstep.

"It's hard to not be when I'm with you." He replies, tuning out the surrounding noise.

You bite away a smile, squeezing his forearm affectionately; upon entering the diner, you're amazed by all the decorations, light bulbs in different colored jars hanging from one wall to another, the big lights dimmed to create a pleasant and cozy atmosphere for the evening, and pleasant soft music playing from the speakers. "Well, we're here."

Matt takes a deep breath, "Smells nice."

You choose the table in the farthest corner, hanging your coat on the chair, and finally sit down. Your feet were already sore from walking on the job in heels the whole day, running from one office to another in the station, but you refused to wear something more comfortable this evening; your dark red silk dress was made to be paired with the black stiletto heels.

** "Ever played truth or dare?" You ask, cutting your steak. Matt's knife stops and he turns his head to the side, thinking. It was cute how he always tilted his head like a confused dog, as if the action somehow cleared his confusion.

"Uhh, no, I don't think so. Why?" He asks softly. You two have been chatting this and that while waiting for food, so now you wanted to keep the conversation going.

"You... Wanna play?" You bite your lip anxiously, waiting for him to turn down your suggestion and call it childish. "If you don't want, that's okay... I'm just suggesting."

"Yeah, alright, why not?" He chews his salad, thinking for a moment. "When's the last time you played this?"

"Uh... Probably during the last spring break in high school." You chuckle. "Someone dared me to steal handcuffs from my dad."

"Did you?"

"Obviously... Just haven't yet told him that it was me."

Matt smiles, biting the inside of his cheek, and you can't help but look at the way he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips. "Now, I'm not that surprised you agreed to break into Melissa's house."

"Oh, are you throwing shade on me, Murdock?" You exaggerate your fake gasp and grab your chest. The way your fingers slide on your silk dress, makes Matt suck in a sharp breath.

"I'm just, making an assumption... A very late one, too." He nervously fixes his glasses again. "Okay, so, truth or dare?" He leans forward, catching a whiff of your perfume, and picks up the fork once more.

"Let's begin with truth."

"Oh, safe choice, alright. When was your last serious relationship?"

"Checking your chances or...?" You laugh with Matt, but then get a bit more serious. "Well, I only had two of those. One was obviously Robert. Then there was another guy. And after him, I briefly got back with Robert again, but it wasn't serious that second time with him. I wasn't the same person he knew." You take a sip of your wine, continuing, "so yeah, that was at least nine years ago."

"Wow." Matt's eyebrows briefly shoot up above his glasses, lips curling downwards.

"Yeah... So, truth or dare?" You poke a salad with the fork, looking at Matt making a decision.

"I'll go with truth as well." He replies after a long minute, fingers tapping around for the knife.

"What about your past relationships?" You ask, clearing your throat. You had a rough idea of his previous flings, so you weren't surprised when he told you that he's more of a 'one-night stand guy'. It felt weird, on one hand you knew that what you had right now was serious, compared to Matt's relationship record, but it made you somewhat unease, thoughts of you being just one big distraction began creeping into your mind while he was talking. Well, you weren't any different, God knows, you two were made from the same fucked up clay; but it was what it was, and you couldn't change your past. Or Matt's for that matter.

"There was this girl while I was still in college. I think she was the only one I confessed my love to..." Matt quickly clears his throat, cheeks reddening from embarrassment. "Until I met you, of course."

"We're more similar than I thought." You say, averting your eyes from his crouched figure. It was a hard pill to swallow, but it was the truth, hard truth.

He smiles, almost guiltily. The game continues until you're both two glasses of wine in, leaning close to each other, giggling about nothing, daring to kiss each other or ask the waiter to change the radio station. The people around you change quicker than you can get used to the new faces, but you're still there, still lost in each other's perfumes, still holding hands under the table, still very much in love.

***

"So, don't you think that there's something between Matt and y/n?" Karen asks out of the blue, and the question knocks all the thoughts out of Foggy's head.

He blinks slowly, "what?", then laughs shortly, "it's a joke, right?"

They're the only one's left in the office before closing time, with you gone to the station since morning, and Matt leaving a bit earlier than usual. Karen presses the START button on the printer and it begins buzzing. "Yeah. No. I mean, I don't know." She shakes her head, blonde hair falling on her face. "Maybe I'm just imagining it, but it seemed strange, the look she gave me yesterday. When we were in the bar." Karen falls silent, realizing that she said too much already.

"What look? Karen, what happened yesterday? I thought we all had a great time together." Foggy stops packing his briefcase and looks at Karen's back, waiting for her to turn around, but she doesn't, still shielding her pink cheeks with her long hair.

"We did, yeah."

"Then what look are you talking about?" Foggy starts catching the train of Karen's thoughts and his eyes slightly widen, "Wait. You're jealous, aren't you?"

"Jealous? Foggy, don't be ridiculous." Karen blows a raspberry, but it's too late, too obvious.

"Karen..." A heavy sigh leaves Foggy's lips, and he comes to the printer, "three things. First, Matt's not the man of serious relationships, trust me, as his long time friend, I know that. Second, we all were pretty drunk last night, so you might've mistaken that 'look' you're talking about with something else, y/n said she was pretty tired, so." He puts a comforting hand on Karen's shoulder, "I just don't think that those two could be a thing. I mean, a couple of months ago they almost fought each other in court, so, don't burden yourself with these things. Or do. But it's my advice to let it go."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She smiles, still not convinced. Foggy had no reason to lie, but something was telling her that she was right, there was something between you and Matt.

"Wanna go grab a drink?" He tries, expecting a negative answer, so that he could go visit Marci without an ache in his heart.

"Um, no, I still have a few more copies to make." Karen's tone is dismissive as she tries to hide bitterness behind her shy smile.

"Hey, don't stay up late, you know we can't pay for overtime." Foggy leaves with a huge beam on his face, while Karen's face drops as soon as the door closes.

***

Your smile. It's so beautiful. So kind and genuine. You laugh at something he says, hiding your lips with your palms, until his hands reach to pull them away from your face, and he kisses your knuckles. You were so beautiful, glowing like an angel in the dark; and so... In love? Dex couldn't tell, simply because he has never had anyone looking at him like that. It was pathetic, what he was feeling right now. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in that guy's place, to have you look at him with such adoration and affection.

"Is everything alright, sir?" The waitress asks, smiling at Dex warmly. He has barely touched his food, as he was so busy with watching you. But now she was blocking his most precious view.

"Yes, it's good." He lies so terribly that the poor girl has no choice but to leave him alone.

It was a total accident, Dex didn't plan on going out tonight, or any other night for that matter, but Ray was the one to blame. He kept blabbering about this place for a week, so finally Dex decided to check what was so special about it. And when he sat down to look at the menu, he noticed you sitting with a guy in the farthest corner of the diner. At first, Dex thought that he was imagining it, but then he was positive that it was you. Your shoulders and more than half of your back were exposed, your dress was hanging on two slim straps, falling up to your ankles. He couldn't take his eyes off. Dex has only seen you in formal attires, usually a blouse, jacket and a skirt, hair almost always out of your eyes, tied up in a bun, but now, your hair was free from any ties, shining in the dim light.

Dex finally takes a bite of his food, grimacing at the coldness. Maybe he was lost in his head for too long. He notices the movement in the corner of his eye and sees the guy with red tinted glasses stand up and walk behind you, he pushes your hair to the side and puts something around your neck. The guy leans and kisses your cheek, then slowly returns back to his seat. You smile again, and bring him in for a quick kiss, touching the thing on your neck. Dex clenches his jaw, angrily poking the potato with the fork and turns his head away from the sight.

*** "I know that it's way too late now, but I just wanted to give you this." Matt says, pulling a small red box out of his jacket.

At first glance you think that it's a ring box and almost panic, but then he opens it and you notice a silver chain with a cross. An exhale, mixed with surprise leaves your lips; you touch the necklace, slightly confused, "For what?"

"Well, happy belated birthday," Matt smiles, taking the necklace from its box, "I know that it's... Not really your... Thing... I mean I overheard what you talked about God and all that in church..." Matt quickly gets flustered, and starts stuttering, while you look at him with rising interest and amusement, "It would mean a lot to me if you decide to wear it. Not that I'm pushing this... Uh... Religion thing or anything."

"Okay. I'll wear it. For you." You answer rapidly, much to his surprise.

"Thank you for ending my misery here." Matt laughs, and rises from his seat.

"It was pretty terrible." You tease, extending your arm to guide him towards you.

"Ouch."

"I mean... You're losing your attorney skills, Murdock."

"And I still convinced you in a record time." Matt's quick fingers clasp the chain, and he leans to kiss your cheek, returning to his seat like the wind.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Matt." Your hand touches his, and involuntary you notice freshly bruised knuckles, but keep your mouth shut, at least tonight.

However, you can't keep it shut entirely and begin the same old conversation about the guy you wish didn't exist in your life. As the waiter brings a tiramisu to share, you look around the diner, failing to notice Dex just by an accident of people walking to get their drinks; poking the corner of the dessert with a teaspoon, you say, "I didn't wanna talk about work tonight, but Paxton told me an interesting thing."

Matt licks the inside of the spoon and raises his eyebrows in question. He already knows what you're about to say, but still pretends to be interested. "Yeah?"

You pull your glance away from his lips, scratching your head, "He said that Daredevil saved him last night. From his friends. That's why I had to spend the whole day in the station, trust me, Mahoney will not be delighted to see me there any time soon, but that's not the point."

"So, what did he say?" He's itching to know how much did Paxton actually reveal, and to his dismay, the boy didn't hold back.

"I didn't think about until the lunch, but it's been bothering me ever since. He told me that Daredevil not only saved him, but made him promise to call me in the morning." You make a long pause to finally eat a spoon of tiramisu, while Matt feels tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It wouldn't be as weird in my books if he just saved Paxton, but I keep thinking about it and just can't figure out how he knew about Paxton having a lawyer. He's just a highschooler after all." You shrug slightly, picking up your spoon again.

"Maybe he has superhearing or something." Matt tries to joke, but your face remains serious.

"Yeah, if this guy has superhearing, then he's supposed to be called a superhero, and if he's a superhero, then I'm Queen of England." You scoff.

"How are you so sceptical? I mean, we live in a world with the Avengers as our next door neighbours."

"Yes, but we know who they are, don't we? And this guy is hiding behind a mask, so of course, he is nothing more than a criminal doing illegal activities." You notice how sour Matt's face has turned and try to save the sinking ship, "Don't tell me that you're the same as Karen."

"Karen? What's she has to do with Daredevil?" It felt weird, to finally say his other name out loud, weird, yet somewhat satisfying.

"Please, she's always defending him as if somebody's holding her at gunpoint; it was weird at first, but now it's just... Fucking creepy at this point." You take a big sip of wine and add something Matt didn't expect you to say, at least not right now. "While I'm on the Karen topic, then I might as well say this. I think she's terribly in love with you."

A laugh, mixed with a surprised "What" leaves Matt's lips.

"I mean, come on, haven't you noticed the signs? 'Matt, do you want me to read this out loud' and 'Matt, do you want me to walk you home', and let's not forget the 'Matt, where do you want to get lunch', honorable mention being last night at Josie's. I thought she was going to pull you into that dirty bathroom." You finish, amazed at your own bluntness, while Matt meets you with a sly grin and raised eyebrows.

"Are you... Jealous, y/n?" He can't help but ask, biting his lower lip seductively.

"I have a reason to be!" You lean in, and whisper-shout, "you're and your magical charm are attracting everyone in the room."

"You're so attractive when you're jealous." He blurts out unexpectedly, and you both burst out loud laughing, turning a couple of heads around you. Dex swallows his salad like a bitter pill, wishing you and this douchebag date of yours left quicker.

***

While one man was enjoying the company of a woman he was deeply in love with, in the presence of a man whose jealousy and insanity were rising with every passing minute, there also was a third man, currenly more thirsty and angry than the previously mentioned two. A man who has lost everything he loved and held close to his heart. A man thirsty for blood and revenge, a man with an impeccable aim and a never-ending arsenal of bullets. The Punisher.

#matt murdock #bound by law #marvel daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock x reader #netflix daredevil #lawyers #matts superhearing complicates things for you #daredevil #marvel #frank castle #karen page #daredevil fanfiction #bullseye daredevil #ben poindexter #the punisher

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wonder-vixen · 7 months

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#shining spirit #assert films #next global crisis #female superhero #superheroine #heroine #punished heroines #blonde #web series #bound and helpless #defeated #in peril #all tied up

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skunkes · 7 months

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im so easily placated i feel but i saw dis today and i feel a bit better about stuff

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like ohh okey <3 yey <3. (and especially since ive been using "mashing *dolls in dollhouse together in my brain" metaphor... felt like a really needed thing to see)

#talkys #i mean i still feel bad bc i wish i was the passion project guy. ykwim #but also i just got a bad roll and my brain will never ever work that way so why keep punishing myself wit guilt #over the stuff i draw...augh #<- saying this now knowing he's bound to end up on someone's cringe drawings compilation soon #but yweah me drawing silly stuff wit [ocs] doesnt mean thats their canon now and their story and development can never ever #be rewritten or changed etc #like i can draw me and talon and wyatt and layla hanging out (kinda want to soon off a text post)#and then still try and do his actual ''canon'' wit genevieve if my brain can ever sputter it out #🌺

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news4dzhozhar · 3 months

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"Purify"? If that isn't just a veiled way of talking about genocide then I don't know what is. And for him to say this on television while the ICJ hearing is ongoing is a startling level of arrogance. This type of talk is apocalyptic and he says it all with a casual chuckle as if he were just talking about what he had for dinner.

If a Muslim were to make a similar comment about overtaking and "purifying" Jerusalem it would be instant World War 3 but no one says or does anything when it's forever-a-victim, Israel making these comments. I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone sometimes.

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k1ranishf4 · 3 months

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Can’t help but keep thinking about the fact that Hell itself is the eternal punishment for people/sinners who didn’t (or couldn’t) find their way back to God by repenting and are now facing the consequences of the way they lived their lives and that (if we look at it from this perspective) Angel Dust’s punishment is suffering under Valentino’s rule over him and that there is no chance for him to be saved from that yet

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vidra-comprehends · 6 months

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Day 17 and 18: Corpse of King and Drone

Things are getting abstract.

Prompts by @spaccadt and @paulacaulfield

#ultrakill #ultrakill drone #corpse of king minos #ultratober2023 #ultratober #vidrart #id in alt text #me when a character in a story is physically silenced bound and has their children killed as a form of punishment #*sees a drone* 'oh hello friend :)' *W + Space + Shift + D + A + Ctrl*

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miss-bridget · 2 months

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Gender Gap. Part 3

With the ‘boss’ slumped over his desk, virgin ass almost worn out. I took the chance to open the party up to some close girlfriends. I sent an email from the pig’s laptop telling the front desk that some guests would be heading upstairs. The one advantage of this asshole being a hateful prick, is that nobody questioned him. Certainly, having late visits from women dressed in leather wasn’t that unusual and therefore, it made my life so much easier.

I got a message from one of my girls saying that they were getting in the elevator…..and sure enough, a few minutes later, they were standing at the doorway of his office. The four of them were dressed like leather sluts, but all were experienced Dommes and I learned a lot from them. On the far left, Miss Jessica stood, smirking at me. She was the leader of the pack, and the most viscous. My sister, Miss Teresa was on the far right….like me, she was the tallest of the group and probably the softest in nature. Next to her was Miss Eve, her Latino temperament was fiery as fuck and she really hated guys with a passion. She was the sissification expert and often carried a range of chastity toys….never wasting an opportunity to lock the cock. Finally, next to Miss Jessica, was Miss Kara. She was the youngest and the most enthusiastic. She was strong as an ox and had no problem overpowering her prey.

With all five of us in residence, our boy was going to beg like never before. His cock was subjected to plenty of abuse, ruined orgasms, knife play and his ass? Even I wondered if he should take any more punishment. Miss Jessica was busy thrusting the fuck out of him as I walked around and grabbed his chin and saw the glazed, exhausted look on his face. His mascara had streaked down his face and I almost pitied the poor fucker…

“I did tell you I was very good, didn’t I? You should be honoured that my girls wanted to join in. They all bring a unique perspective to our occupation….and you’ll pay for the privilege, won’t you, baby?”

He nodded and feebly tried to beg. I spat in his face and brought my sister over. Her strapon was easily the thickest of the lot and his ball gag was removed….the drool spilled onto his desk and before he could speak, the cock went in his mouth. We were having a good old fashioned spit roast. Miss Eve took over the ass fucking and Miss Kara held him firm as he took more abuse. I turned his ass cheeks into burger meat as he looked like he was going to pass out. I held my hands up to the girls and we stopped, punishing was one thing, causing serious injury was another. Unlike this abusive cunt, we knew the limits of our cruelty.

While he recovered his strength, we decided to leave and enjoy the rest of the weekend, satisfied that this bastard had been given a taste of some justice. You see, we knew that he routinely abused the girls he paid to have in his office. His reputation for paying big money often clouded the judgement of the younger girls who were desperate to live, pay rent, go through school. He knew that and took full advantage of them…..so now it was payback.

The footage we had would be edited to maximise his humiliation and with his money now cleared, we had plenty to distribute to those he had hurt. We didn’t take everything of course, we left our toy all secure and safe in his office.

Leashed, penis gagged, hooded and dressed like a whore, he would be found by security and we would be like ghosts….cctv wouldn’t be able to catch us and because he wanted to keep his proclivities secret, my identity was never known. It was possible that he would bear the marks of his punishments for the rest of his days, but he was now ruined in every way.

We weren’t exactly Robin Hood and the bond of merry men, but even the cruelest bitches can have a heart at times….

#cd #caught sissy #bound #boots #leather #punishment #gender gap

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