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Game of a Lifetime
  • Author - Julie Johnson  
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  • Site Rank - 84 of 2706
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  • Story Codes - F-f, f-self, non-consensual, bodymod, bondage, chastity, extreme, humiliation, machine, self-bondage, slavery, snuff, toys
  • Post Date - 11/23/2007
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It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him.

Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close.

What led me to Steve over time was the same thing that made me quit ballet, and kept me from having more than a handful of dates with any of my boyfriends. I had a brain. And I loved to play with people’s minds. Sex, for me, was almost 100% in the sexual tension that exists in daring situations, risk of getting caught, or sheer prospect of humiliation. And Steve was the first one to figure that out.

It was the last week of our senior year. We were all getting ready for finals and parties. Steve and I had physics together and a couple of times we were in the same study group. After one of our last classes, he gave me a note as we walked out. I still have it – 20 years later. It changed my life. It simply said: “Do you want to play a game? Be careful, if you say ‘yes’ there is no turning back. Steve.”

By the time I had read the note, I was totally captured in his spell. What the hell was he thinking? What ‘game’ was he talking about?

I didn’t see Steve again until we had our finals. When we were done, I have him a note back. I have not seen it since, but I know he still has it. It had just one word written on it: “YES”.

I had lost touch with Steve after we graduated, and even though I had a lot of other stuff going on, I kept wondering what his mysterious note was all about. Then, in the days before Christmas, I got a card from Steve. I did not really think that it would say anything other than the casual holiday wishes, but I still opened it right away with some anticipation.

“Remember our game? Every year for the holidays, I will send you a present. I want you to take a picture of yourself in front of a Christmas tree wearing my present. If I receive the picture by December 31st, you will get another present next year. If I don’t, the game is over and you lose.”

I was more than a bit disappointed. Could Steve really turn out to be just a freak who wanted to see me in picture wearing sexy lingerie or something? After all that anticipation, this seemed like a big let-down.

As expected, I got a little package from ‘Steve’ the day before Christmas. It wasn’t very big, but heavier than I had anticipated. To avoid any embarrassment in front of my family, I opened his box the night before. It wasn’t anything like what I had expected. I was thrilled!

Inside the box was a shiny stainless steel collar. It looked to be just my size. If this is what he had in mind by seeing me wearing his presents, things were all of a sudden getting much more exciting. I explored the collar in a bit more detail. It had an elaborate locking mechanism, a tiny keyhole, weighed about a pound, and was just small enough to pass as jewelry. It was obviously a ‘slave collar’, but nearly passable as everyday wear.

I had to try it on right away. It fit snuggly around my neck and I needed to give it a bit of a push to bring the two ends together behind my neck. Then the locking mechanism clicked in – done. I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately adored my new jewelry. I was sure to take a picture of it and send it back to Steve. I was already thinking when might be a good time to wear it out in public for the first time. So many possibilities….

I went back to the box to look for the key……I should have known that there wasn’t one!!! Stupid me!! How the hell was I going to get out of this collar. My parents were going to come the next morning and I did not really want to introduce myself as their new ‘slave daughter’. I was mad as hell. What the fuck was this asshole thinking!

As I fell asleep that night, I had dreams of being stuck in this collar for a lifetime. Humiliation, shame, and embarrassment followed me everywhere I went. It was the most erotic dream I ever had in my life! I experienced orgasm after orgasm in my dreams and didn’t want it to end – ever.

The next day, Christmas Day, I got another card from Steve. Finally he bothered to explain what he meant by the game. The rules were quite simple.

“Dear Julie,

I hope you are enjoying your present. If you like it, send me a picture. If I get it before the year is up, I will send you another present next Christmas. If I don’t get a picture, I will destroy the key that opens your collar by January 1st and the game is over. You may have noticed the very intricate locking mechanism. I doubt you will find another key that opens the lock. The collar is yours to keep.

We can play this game for as long as you wish – up to 20 years. If you ever fail to send me a picture, the game is over. If you make it through all 20 years, you will have a choice. You can either ask to have your normal life restored, or you can ask for one final present.

Steve.”

What was I to do? This could get really creepy, or be the dream of a lifetime. I took a picture, went to my computer, and sent it via email to Steve.

That was 20 years ago!

Every year, I could not wait for Christmas to come. By now, Steve’s presents all but turned me into his sex slave, even though I had not seen him in all this time.

My friends and family quickly got used to the collar that decorated my neck. After a while, I almost did not notice it anymore and began to look for more. The second year, Steve sent me similar steel rings, but for my ankles. They too locked permanently. At first they seemed more decorative than anything and I was a little disappointed. Except for the summer months, nobody would really notice. The following year I got two more rings just like them. They too were for my ankles, but made the earlier ones twice as wide. As soon as I put them on, I noticed that I could no longer flatten my feet. The rings were so tight that they pushed my Achilles tendon and thereby effectively shortened it. For the next year, I wore always at least 2-inch heels.

I almost anticipated my present for the fourth and fifth year – more rings. Obediently, I always locked them on my legs as soon as I got them. I knew that this would mean that I had to wear higher and higher heels from now on. By the fifth year, I had to keep my feet in a complete en point position. I could either wear 6-inch heels, or put on my toe shoes!

To cover up my rings while at work and with friends, I resorted to wearing only pants. But I could not hide the incredible heels. My feet were nearly constantly in pain and many activities were no longer possible. But I continued to live a relatively normal life.

The next year I got a somewhat different present. It was a chastity belt. The funny thing was that it had rather large round openings both in front and in back – not exactly what the inventors had in mind. I had the funny feeling though as if this was not the end. And I would not be disappointed in the next two years.

The following year, I got a steel anal plug that fit right into the opening. It took a lot of attempts and a lot of lubricant to get the massive plug into my behind. I tried for several days but could not get it in. Time was beginning to run out before the December 31st deadline and I was beginning to panic. I did not want to give up now! With only minutes to go, I was again pushing as hard as I could. If I pushed any harder, there was no telling what I would tear, and what the consequences would be. But with time running out, I had no choice!

Out of desperation, I positioned myself with the plug in place right above a solid wood stool, and pushed myself down as hard as I could. I screamed like I never screamed before and the pain was totally overwhelming, but I finally managed to get the plug in. The reassuring ‘click’ was a comforting sign that I had succeeded. Within a few minutes, I had taken a picture, and sent it to Steve.

During the course of the year, I had learned to live of liquid food. There was no way I could expel anything from my behind. Another change in my lifestyle.

The next year, I was not surprised in the least to receive a steel dildo. It was a lot easier to get in, and did allow for basic bodily functions. But what made it a hundred times worse than the anal plug were the electric shocks that started as soon as the lock had engaged. It was terrible. At random intervals, I received strong electric shocks that nearly knocked me unconscious. My nights of uninterrupted sleep were quickly a thing of the past. Working became nearly impossible. As much as I loved the situation I was in, I was finding myself very quickly on a path to social isolation, pain, and humiliation.

The following year, my physical restrain was taken to another level. I received a steel corset for Christmas! The steel corset locked perfectly to my chastity belt. At first it did not seem awfully tight. But that changed after several days of wearing it. With every day, the corset seemed to tighten mechanically. I had not noticed it before, but the locking mechanism in the back seemed to have a little powerful motor built in that gradually tightened the corset. Although the tightness was beginning to get painful, I was also very proud of the amazing figure that I now had. So I waited with sending Steve a picture until the very last moment. It showed me with an amazing 18-inch waist! I was in heaven – had it not been for the hell that I experience with every electric shock.

The corset, although very severe, did not change my daily routine. I could still go outside, wearing my 6-inch heels. By now, I had also figured out a pattern in the electric shocks (they were not entirely random afterall!) and knew that I had about 45 minutes several times a day where I could do my errands without collapsing in pain on the sidewalk.

The next several years were rather normal. I receive steel bands for my wrists and upper arms.

In the twelfth year, there was again a change. This time the present was delivered in person by a young girl. I was at first confused, but then she explained. From now on, the presents would have a more significant impact on my ability to live life on my own. If I chose to go forward, I would increasingly become dependent on someone to assist me with my daily requirements. She would be my ‘nanny’.

This was a bit of a shock, although I was wondering how much further Steve could go before I would be unable to even go out and buy basic items that I needed to live. I wondered what the next present would be…

It looked like a steel skirt! But my nanny explained that it was the lower half of my body corset. Once it was attached to my existing corset, it would extend from just above my knees up to my chest. My breasts were still exposed, but I figured that this would soon change as well.

My nanny helped me lock the lower half to the rest of my corset. When she was done, I looked truly amazing. The corset shaped my thighs, and kept them tightly together. And I quickly realized why I was now totally dependent on my new friend. With the corset on, the legs could only move from the knees downward. If it was difficult before to move about in 6-inch heels, I now had my steps limited to no more than perhaps 2-3 inches at a time! Getting out the door and to the grocery store would take forever and with the electric shocks knocking me out at least every 45 minutes, I would starve to death before I every got to a store.

The next four years, my breasts were the object of Steve’s torture. The first two years, I got more rings. These I had to close tightly right around the base. Once they were locked on, my 34DD breasts stood out like balloons! But unlike my collar and the other rings, these locking mechanisms were much more devious. As soon as I heard the familiar ‘click’, sharp pins shot out the inside of the rings, piercing the base of my breasts and pushing deep inside of me. The pain was no so bad, but the permanent nature of this punishment did not get lost on me.

The following two years, it was my nipples turn. I needed my nanny to explain how I was to attach my next presents before I could take a picture. With a devilish smile, she showed me a small steel cone, about 2 inches long. On the inside were hundreds of small needles all pointing in the direction of the narrow opening on top. She then applied a small plastic tube to my left nipple and sucked the nipple as far into it as she could. Then she fed the tube through the wider end of the steel cone and pulled it out the narrow end. With a quick pull, she pulled the tube and my nipple all the way through the cone.



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When the suction was broken, my nipple tried to pull back through the cone, but the needles quickly sunk into my nipple and kept it from sliding back. It was a truly devilish device. Like a nipple stretcher, it pulled my nipples out a good two inches, but there was no release. And it was not clear to me how I could ever remove them, short of cutting off my entire nipples. I was not surprised when nanny said that there was no key for my new nipple decoration. They would be permanent.

The last four years, my life descended further into a daily routine of pain and suffering. Four years ago, I lost the use of my arms when they were locked permanently in a reverse prayer position to the back of my steel collar. Three years ago, my tongue was pierced and locked with steel clamps to the base of my teeth. Speech was nearly impossible. Two years ago, I received implants in my ears that eliminated all sounds. And last year, I was fitted with contact lenses that eliminated all sight.

My life nevertheless continued. Nanny even got a specially made wheelchair for me so that she could take me outside. Of course, I was blind, deaf, and could barely utter a sound. Still, smelling the fresh air from time to time and feeling the wind around my face was a nice change from the electric shocks and pain that I now felt constantly.

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary. This time Steve came himself. Of course, I could not tell, but nanny and I had over the years developed a way to communicate through hand touching and signals. It worked quite well. Through nanny, Steve told me what my final present was. Of course, I did have the option of having all my bondage removed and return to normal life. But after so many years, I could not imagine leaving the comforting, though painful, embrace of my various items of torture. Nanny took one last picture of me before Steve told me of my final present. She said I looked beautiful, despite years of torture and pain.

But what nanny told me shocked me nevertheless. Steve’s present would be to end my life in an every increasing cycle of pain. Over the coming 6 days, the electric shocks would become ever stronger and more frequent. The corset would resume its gradual tightening. The collar around my neck would slowly begin to suffocate me. And the steel bands around my ankles, wrists, and arms would slowly crush my bones. And the rings around the base of my breasts would shrink until eventually my breasts would be sliced off my chest.

I could not believe what nanny was telling me. But to make things much worse, I would not even slowly suffer and die in my own home. Instead, Steve would take me to his house in the country and lower me down an old well where I would die all alone. Without food or water, I might not even last 6 days. But if I did, my death would be slow and painful.


Final words by nanny

Steve had me check on Julie for the first couple of days. After three days, she was still breathing, but most of the bones in her body would be crushed by now. Her corset should have contracted to 12-inches, and her rib cage should be shattered. Her breasts looked like they had already begun to decay. I could see bugs feasting on some open wounds. Some of her internal organs have probably burst by now. I felt sorry for her, but she had her chance. Deep inside, I’m sure, she wanted this end. I don’t know when she died, and what caused her death. When I returned to check on her by the fourth day, there was only silence. Now it was time for me to fill the well back up with water.


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Thursday, January 31, 2019  

Thanks to everyone for still reading my stories aftere soooo many years. You guys are amazing. I've learned from your comments and am writing again. This time through through my writers name and on a different platform.

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Thursday, December 13, 2018  

U crazy lady. Know it's snuff, but this is just cruel.

Friday, November 09, 2018  

I liked it. People go see movies where people die by the hundreds and it's called entertainment. We've got one good snuff story and everyone is up in arms as if one is more real than the other.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018  

I like to be encouraging, but this was over the line. Sorry to have read it to the end.

Friday, September 07, 2018  

I wished some of the bondage gear makers would read this story!

Thursday, August 02, 2018  

Ok, I looked for a snuff story out of curiosity - now I’m cured. This was just sick.

Thursday, July 05, 2018  

Couldn’t disagree more with the last comment, but common it’s now been over a decade since the last story!

Wednesday, June 27, 2018  

Read the story out of curiosity. I have to disagree with others who think that this story has any erotic value. Whatever it has, it is lost in the end. Please no more. Use your talents elsewhere.

Thursday, June 14, 2018  

Will we ever see another story from this talented writer? Please!

Saturday, April 28, 2018  

Hot to the last breath.

Saturday, April 28, 2018  

You're crazy to write a story like this. Good for you!

Thursday, March 08, 2018  

Love the nipple torture device. Has anyone heard of anything like it in real life? (Of course not quite as severe and permanent).

Monday, December 04, 2017  

My English is not great, but this is one crazy way to want to learn more!

Thursday, October 19, 2017  

Why did you stop writing? This is awesome!

Wednesday, August 23, 2017  

Comments are picking up again! I keep coming back to this story and still think that this time I'll find a more humane ending. Until that day, I'll keep coming back.

Friday, August 18, 2017  

Great Erotica? Maybe to some, but who is to judge. Definitely a story that brings even more chills reading it a second time than it did the first time.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017  

Great erotica - ended the only way it could. I will come back and read this story again. In the same class as the "Sarcophagus"

Wednesday, June 28, 2017  

I agree with the last comments. Why do people scream in good horror movies instead of walking out of the theater? They would rather see what comes next, no matter how disturbing it may be.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017  

There are men and women who always want to see what's next no matter what it is and how painful it might be! I SAW A WOMAN TAKE HER LITTLE TOES OFF THEN THE BIGGER ONES. SHE STARTED ON HER FINGERS SO I LEFT! GREAT STORY

Friday, March 17, 2017  

Talented writer, I read the entire story, even though I hated it.

Wednesday, December 07, 2016  

I liked it until the ending. Death is going too far. This story went from incredibly sexy to downright disturbing very quickly and that ruined it for me. I think that permanent bondage is a very sexy fantasy, and I am not necessarily totally against extreme endings. Perhaps an alternative ending with some form of artificially induced paralysis even would have been better. But killing her? That is just sick. Others may disagree with me, but this story lost my interest.

Friday, September 16, 2016  

You clearly have a great imagination - put it to use!

Saturday, July 09, 2016  

Come on Julie, or 'do you want to play a game?'

Sunday, May 22, 2016  

Hey Julie, your story is at 50,000. Can we expect a new one soon? Loved this one, as much as I hate to admit it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016  

Thanks for the suggestions! Julie

Saturday, February 27, 2016  

Snuff means death, people. Learn to read story codes. ("sn" also stands for snuff.)

The story codes on this site are under Author--Rating--Site Rank--Unique Views--STORY CODES--Post Date--PDF Download.

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I for one very much liked this story.

It would have been awesome if they could have hooked her ear implants into a machine so that she could hear, and taken off her contact lenses to restore her sight--so that she could watch Steve fuck the nanny after making her choice to die for them.

Very well written, Julie!

Sunday, January 03, 2016  

I do not under stand why this story is receiving all the hate it is. I love the ending, there is not enough of the heard torture stories on here. I for one would love to see more form this author.

Sunday, November 29, 2015  

Anybody else out there who wants to have more from sweet Julie? Let's get to 50,000!

Friday, September 18, 2015  

Hope you get to 50,000! I want more!

Thursday, September 03, 2015  

Still checking in from time to time - glad people are still reading my story and leaving comments after all these years. Maybe if it reaches 50,000 views it'll inspire me to go back to writing something really sick and intense. Hugs and kisses to all, Julie.

Thursday, July 16, 2015  

Wow this is intense.

Monday, May 18, 2015  

50 shades of grey has nothing on you girl!

Tuesday, March 31, 2015  

It made me sick and I couldn't stop reading. Now I hate myself for it. Thanks for showing me how dark my mind really is.

Monday, October 20, 2014  

pvw3kH Very well written post. It will be useful to anyone who employess it, as well as yours truly :). Keep up the good work - looking forward to more posts.

Thursday, June 19, 2014  

Please keep it as fiction - great tension and couldn't stop reading.

Thursday, May 29, 2014  

From the Author to answer the last comment. Yes, there is a deeper story and it's a comment on today's world. There are so many things that feel good at first, you get used to it, and even become addicted to a point where others would never understand how you got there. And then there is no turning back you find yourself ending your life in the most miserable way. This is a tribute to a former close friend of mine whose parents where alcoholics. We lost touch until I found out years later that she died of a drug overdose and her body was found weeks after she had gone missing under a bridge half submerged in water. For anyone who thinks this story is sick, it's not nearly as sick as real life can be.

Thursday, October 31, 2013  

I want to know more about the author. Either this is just a twisted sick story, or the author is trying to tell a deeper story that none of us have grasped. Fiction is often difficult to read. What are those of us who feel offended missing?

Monday, October 07, 2013  

I found it really horrible and degrading to all women. I felt violated even reading it. Death is too much and Personally feelt it was okay for the first path, but then it just got sicker and sicker.

Friday, August 09, 2013  

Here is a suggestion: to do a time line drawing of events to help get a better since of things.
The Story was good

Friday, July 26, 2013  

This is too much!
Death is unacceptable. I think this story should be deleted from here!

Thursday, June 06, 2013  

from the author: I got the idea for the story after dumping what turned out to be a creepy xbf. He did leave behind a pair of ankle cuffs from axsmar. I experimented a bit and tried out quite a few of the early parts of the story on myself. So a good part is doable. Then I got carried away with the story.

Thursday, June 06, 2013  

from the author: I got the idea for the story after dumping what turned out to be a creepy xbf. He did leave behind a pair of ankle cuffs from axsmar. I experimented a bit and tried out quite a few of the early parts of the story on myself. So a good part is doable. Then I got carried away with the story.

Friday, May 31, 2013  

awesome, wonder if a similair (none deadly or completly debiliatating thing could be pulled off in real life

Saturday, May 04, 2013  

That's what good writing does - it brings out the raw emotions. Some love it, some hate it, but few can stop reading before they come to the end.

Friday, March 22, 2013  

I hated it. It was disgusting.

Sunday, March 10, 2013  

Maybe the ending could use some more work, but did anyone really think this story would have a happy ending?

Tuesday, February 19, 2013  

Steve had turned her into a metal vegetable with her agreements. She figured after 20 years this was the time to end her life by her choice and Steves metal bondage.Hard to take ending

Wednesday, October 17, 2012  

LOOOOVE it - just the ending could use some more work.

Sunday, September 02, 2012  

I have nightmares now. Well done!

Monday, July 23, 2012  

great story. It made sense to me. Good work!

Sunday, June 17, 2012  

I seriously thought it was great. You could picture every item being placed. Alas it lacked a reason behind it. As to those who don't like snuff....don't read it. Great work.

Saturday, May 26, 2012  

This was just beautiful! I only wished it was longer!

Saturday, January 28, 2012  

Very well done and written. My congratulations on the story and its presentation.

Saturday, October 08, 2011  

why would a woman do that ?? i am a woman and i dont know any woman who would commit herself too that let alone dieing but i do have too say well written and apart from the nanny ending good one babe x

Monday, August 01, 2011  

I usually don't like snuff, but you could see this tradgedy coming from.a mile away. Well done!

Monday, August 01, 2011  

I usually don't like snuff, but you could see this tradgedy coming from.a mile away. Well done!

Saturday, April 02, 2011  

That is just disgusting. While one could argue about snuff stories (or war stories) in general, I would highly prefer not to see them mixed on a chatsity/bondage story site.

Sunday, December 05, 2010  

...that was pretty sick but good!!!!

Sunday, November 28, 2010  

That was great. Loved it!

Monday, October 04, 2010  

why did he want to kill her what about her family snuff shuld not be in hear

Wednesday, September 22, 2010  

That was great. I love the nipple cones. Hot, Hot , Hot

Tuesday, September 14, 2010  

that ending was way too graphic for my taste. a good lead up though, except for the tuong and nipple apparatuses. three stars i say

Monday, August 30, 2010  

Best snuff story on this website. And also one of the most extreme stories here. I personally loved it from the beginning to the horrible end.
Although many might object, the way the story was going the snuff end was the best way to end it, not to mention the most intense.
Would love to read more stories in this line!

Monday, August 23, 2010  

I agree. Snuff stories, when well done, are very erotic. This one ranks right up there. Keep up the good work.

Saturday, July 17, 2010  

Very interesting story. I don't know why snuff seems to be disliked by various people here... very nice ending.

And thanks for having good English skills. Not only was the story good in a creative sense, it was also good in a grammatical sense. Many thanks for not failing :P.

Friday, July 02, 2010  

Please write more. You are a hot writer.

Thursday, July 01, 2010  

This is disgusting and revolting. It makes me very concerned about the mental state of the author.

Friday, February 19, 2010  

Can't say that I loved the ending, but it sure wasn't going to be a happily ever after.

Thursday, January 07, 2010  

I hated the ending because what's the point of letting her die like that?
I thought the ending would be that she becomed Steve's bondage slave or something, but not to let her die. :(

Saturday, January 02, 2010  

Message from the author: I see that there are still new people reading this story -- Love it or hate it, please keep comments and feedback coming. Thanks. Julie

Saturday, November 07, 2009  

Truth be told, it made sense to me. I applaud your courage to take you where the story leads.

Monday, September 14, 2009  

COOL Story but you cud have sperd her life

Friday, August 28, 2009  

Creepy to say the least. Personaly the ideas of the game were exquisite. The idea that she lives the rest of her life on a liquid diet, impossible, as others have stated.

Friday, July 24, 2009  

I thought it was awesome!!!

Sunday, April 12, 2009  

Gag, puke, retch, throw up, blow chunks! Not nice, not nice at all! I don't think snuff stories should be included here.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009  

Oh wow Julie. This is intensely horrifying. Interesting that the woman's voice is your own.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009  

This is a horror story more than a piece of bondage porn. It's like a train wreck, horrifying but you just can't look away. Well written.

Saturday, July 12, 2008  

I chuckle at the other responses. Good fiction is supposed to evoke an emotional response, whether good or bad, and you achieved it. Yes it is bizarre, wierd, and probably not most people's cup of tea, but I think you achieved what you set out to do... get a reaction! Bravo!!! Keep up the good work.

From the Blue Dragon

Wednesday, March 19, 2008  

AWESOME! Julie, you're one sick bitch. Hope I never meet you!

Friday, February 22, 2008  

Liked the permanent metal bondage but think it went too far. Personally, not fond of snuff stories and would prefer stopping when Julie was almost totally a metal object but still with the ability to see and hear sometimes.

From the Sadman.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008  

The final words are from the nanny, so you were able to type the part of the final present while bound and gagged etc.

Great story ;)

Saturday, January 19, 2008  

I had a feeling this wasn't going to end well, but loved every minute of it!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008  

I think this was one of those stories that I don't know if I loved it or hated it, which is strange for me because I generally like all the stories I read.Very well written though!

Sunday, January 13, 2008  

Wow this was awesome. i love this kind of torture. I would have loved if she would have been made ot take more torture and more diabolicle things.
Nicely done

Thursday, January 03, 2008  

Absolutely and totally repulsive. To let her die alone, in such a cruel manner. The end spoiled everything. How can she derive pleasure when she's dead?

Thursday, December 20, 2007  

Spectacular story, I am impressed and moving quickly to #2. Keep up the good writting. Btw, if you wish to use it, my email is captainamerica_@hotmail.com

~R

Saturday, December 15, 2007  

A good horror story, as you can see by the number of comments, you've held peoples interest til the end.
The permanent butt plug is probably the weak point, as other readers have already commented. Look forward to reading more of your work.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007  

How do you come up with that kind of ending without being a mass-murderer?? Eessh.

Sunday, December 09, 2007  

the end ruined the the entire story
the begining was great

Wednesday, December 05, 2007  

Yeash. Nasty, very nasty I must say. Not my type as many have already said. Great idea with all the different bondage devices. I was shocked when she didn't object to dying. I certainly would have. Yikes...dying in a well with unbelievable pain/suffering over 4 days...one helluva way to go. *Gag*

Tuesday, December 04, 2007  

Not to belabor the point, but it is possible to be on a liquid diet for a long time without producing solid waste. After intestinal surgery, I went for 2 weeks just on a drip with no waste. Would make for an interesting story...

Friday, November 30, 2007  

Obviously fantasy, but even fantasy needs a bit of reality for a base to be believable. Fact: Even on a liquid only diet, the intestines will produce solid waste matter from used up nutrients, so a permanent anal plug is impossible unless it is part of an automated enema system. Beyond that, the increasing bondage situations present a tasty scenario for the bondage loving reader. Yet the fatal end, especially the nasty details, bugs and burst organs, removes the erotic affect of the story for me, and evidently for many other readers.

Thursday, November 29, 2007  

The end is logical : it is a choice and, in her accepted situauiont, she has no choice than to suffer to death... I accept this (shocking) idea

Wednesday, November 28, 2007  

tuff story in most anyones book, was warned by snuff in story codes but still ruff.
very imagitive, i would greatly want to see what you could do with a good bnd/sex love story if you are so inclined!

Monday, November 26, 2007  

That is one nasty ending, not my kind of story really. Anything that'll give you nightmares for weeks isn't worth reading by my book...

Monday, November 26, 2007  

Built up rather well, but the ending was totally bizarre and not to my taste. I would have had it continue with more and more added to her to the point of eventual encapsulation or something along that line.

Sunday, November 25, 2007  

Definitely nasty...not for me!!

Sunday, November 25, 2007  

Started out so good only to have such a suck ass ending. so many other ways to end this, guess I should have read the other comments first.

Sunday, November 25, 2007  

Yes, very very dark at the end. However, since not many stories end so goulish, good for a change. Well done.

Sunday, November 25, 2007  

very evil story not nice.....

Saturday, November 24, 2007  

This is 1 sick story

Saturday, November 24, 2007  

Started out well, but the end is just too dark, nasty and unpleasant. Not a story I would recommend to anyone - Sorry!

Saturday, November 24, 2007  

yes the end was a bit brutal. maybe a few more years of yet even more restiction, such as globes on her breast, maybe metal toe boots and mittens, additional posture collar... even a mask or helmet... poor girl met her end way too soon! ;)

never the less, very hot story... up to that very last bit. each their own I suppose.

Saturday, November 24, 2007  

This is a bizarre and disturbing story in terms of content!

Saturday, November 24, 2007  

Stunning except for the dead part but all the bondage items ..... great

Friday, November 23, 2007  

Great story, but a little tough to take in the end.


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