#bound and gagged redhead

[dontbeabellend]

https://x.com/leatherlocked/status/1687956154830454784?s=12&t=F8Cf0fo69F0ilqEuDXo9gA

[aunt-bridget]

More sissy fantasies explored with Aunt Sandra.

Lean CD Kristen couldn’t wait to slip into her slutty, shiny dress and writhe around in her sheer nylons, juggling her fake tits in the process. She even decided to be a spicy redhead for the evening, such as her kinky lust overtook her sensibilities.

When Sandra suggested some light bondage, the throbbing in Kristen’s panties indicated her thoughts and before long a glossy black tape gag was plastered in place….we have to match, don’t we girls?

The armbinder was a little uncomfortable and our red headed temptress just started to whine her uncertainty about this latest development. The gleaming latex hood quelled any further dispute, with Sandra firmly in control.

Kristen’s senses were now completely deprived with yet more bonds added to her long legs. The d ring on the armbinder was taut as it hooked onto the ankle strap and our sissy was neatly packaged up on the bed. The skintight hood and gag kept the squeals nicely dampened and Sandra retired to one of the chairs to admire her handiwork.

Perhaps the hitachi will be given an outing later, just so Kristen can really know what it’s like to be a bound sissy cumslut.

I mean, dress for the job you want?

[makethemhoesmad]

not while i’m with you

hugeee shoutout to that anon

i can’t not write angst

good luck gang

nsfw

of course, after any big win, especially at home, the team has to go out and celebrate. and of course, when you’re one of the best known teams in the country, people are bound to talk to you. but when some redhead girl came up and asked if she could buy azzi fudd a drink, paige bueckers didn’t like it one bit.

“no, she gets drinks on my tab, she doesn’t need you to buy her one. thanks though! we’ll be going now,” paige says to the girl, placing her hand on the small of azzis back and leading her away, downing her third shot as she goes. “what was that for? maybe i wanted to talk to her,” azzi says. she’s not actually frustrated, she’s more into blondes. “maybe ill go back and talk to her!” paige rolls her eyes. “maybe you will.” azzi turns around and marches back to her.

paige didn’t think she would actually do it, gosh. she orders a drink, stronger than normal. she’ll need it for this train wreck

azzi did not want to talk to this girl anymore. her name was stupid. who names their kid clementine anyway? all she wanted to do was go home and watch a movie or something with paige. she’s thinking about making her escape when she feels two arms wrap around her from behind.

“azzi! let’s goooo, i want to do something!” she’s resting her chin on azzis shoulder, trying to press her lips into her neck. “paige let’s not do this right now, you won’t want this tomorrow” azzi whispers, trying to get the point across without drawing any more attention to them. “you didn’t care when that girl was chatting you up! plus, i always want you.” with her words, paige slides her hand up azzis shirt and starts kneading the spot on her back she had said was sore earlier. “come on, let’s just get out of here” that breaks azzis reserve. she stands up and maneuvers them to the door, waving goodbye to the rest of the team. in the car, she drives, which is a rare occurrence, but paige is much too drunk. she’s busy trying and failing to subtly unzip azzis jeans without her noticing, but can’t seem to figure it out. 

when they finally make it to paige’s apartment, paige drags them straight up to her bedroom and backs azzi into the wall. she crushes her there with her lips and her hands, all while taking off both of their clothes. once they’re both naked, she pushes azzi into the bed and puts her fingers into azzis mouth. “suck. make them nice and wet to go inside of you darling.” azzi whines around them, taking them so deep she gags over and over. when paige decides she’s done waiting, she removes her dripping fingers and slides them into azzis soaked pussy.

“do you think that she could have fucked you like this baby? would you rather be screaming her name tonight instead of mine,” paige asked azzi while pumping her fingers in and out of her. “nn-no love, only you can make me feel like thi-nnnnnmm,” azzi shrieked as she came, going limp against the bed. “good girl, coming on my fingers, right where you’re supposed to” azzi just grunted, then rolled off the bed and onto her knees, pulled paige towards her and into a sitting position, edging her legs apart. “let me return the favor angel.” azzi admired paige for a moment, then leaned in and closed her lips around her clit. “mmmm baby you taste so good for me” paige moaned at azzis words, fisting the blankets. azzi continues to suck her clit, even after paige comes, even after she’s begging for a rest. when she finally breaks off, paige has tears in her eyes and drool running down her lips. “you look pretty baby,” azzi says, grabbing paige’s face in hers and kissing her, long and slow, as she pushes paige back onto the bed and tucks them under the covers together, skin to skin.

“i love you azzi,” paige whispers into azzis mouth

“i’m sure you do,” azzi says, looking sadly up at the ceiling, because she knows in the morning, paige won’t want to remember.

[thebagsyndicate01]

Sit there in the corner and think about what you have done

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I loved the larissa x lesso it was amazing!!!! Can we get another one, but maybe with the reader as well this time, and both lesso and larissa are submissive to the reader. Larissa is enjoying some pain and degrading and lesso prefering it softer with praise and degrading

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems x Sub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— Reader helps Larissa and Leonora get some relief and destress in their free time. Both powerhouses just need some domination. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! I love this request idea! Thank you! I know people have been talking about a Larissa drought, so I hope this fic feeds some of that Weems thirst you all are having. Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!!, smut, eating out, fingering, threesomes, sub/dom relations, pain, pain kink, crying, rope play, bondage/restraints, praise and degradation, gagging, gag ball use, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulation, nipple clamps use, nipple play, implied smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Leonora let out a soft groan as your tongue gently lapped away at her clit.

“AhHhhH yesss…” she hissed.

Lesso’s hands were cuffed, one hand of each bedpost. She was leaning back again the headboard with her legs spread wide, where you sat in the middle, toying with her precious pussy.

“Such a good little slut for me…” you purred, as you ran your tongue up the length of her exposed body, stopping at her left nipple and latching your mouth onto her hard bud simultaneously as you slipped two fingers into her core.

“OoHhhhHh fuck yessss…!��� Lesso groans, eagerly bucking and grinding her hips against your hand.

You chuckled and continued your soft fucking, continuing to give her a mix of praise and degradation.

Suddenly, you both were drawn out of the moment by a desperate mewl from Larissa. You huffed and much to Leonora’s dismay, you pulled away and tuned around to face the tied up blonde.

Both Larissa and Leonora came to you in their free time, searching for domination. But they didn’t exactly look for the same thing past that…

Larissa was on her stomache, hair down, had her hands tied with rope behind her back, connected to her feet which were bound and being held up in the air by her hands. The position was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Just what Larissa liked. She had a gag ball in, along with nipple clamps connected by a chain on her nipples.

Your gaze met the tied up blonde’s.

“Such a silly slut… So desperate, she can’t help but cry out for attention…!” You purred, followed by a backhand smack! to Larissa’s cheek.

Larissa’s cunt clenched around nothing as she cried out through the cherry red ball gag. Tears were starting to form amongst the creases of her eyes.

“Such a pathetic little whore… You get off on all this pain, I know it… you know it… You’re my dirty girl aren’t you…?” You cooed wickedly, tugging at her nipple chain and making Larissa cry out again as she nodded vigorously.

She needed stimulation, so very bad. And you knew it. You knew Larissa was drenched. And that’s why you made her watch as you made Leonora cum over and over.

“Be and good whore and cum for me again, Leo…” you cooed, pumping three fingers in and out of the redheads pussy.

Leonora obeyed you and came all over your fingers, even squirting across the bed.

“Good girl…” you purred, then turning back to Larissa, pulling the chain of her nipple clamp with a smirk.

Larissa let out a distraught moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she was hit with spikes of pleasurable pain.

“What do you think, Leo… Does ‘Rissa deserve to cum tonight…?” You cooed smirkingly, looking back at the redhead who was leaning against the headboard panting heavily and still recovering from her latest climax.

Larissa swiftly looked over to Leonora. Her eyes were begging, pleading with the redhead to take her side. Leonora pretended to think about for a moment, before smirking.

“Make her watch a couple more times… Then make her beg for it…” Lesso hummed wickedly.

You smirked and agreed eagerly.

By the time Larissa was untied and allowed to speak, she begged and begged to cum. She pleaded at your knees, her mascara running down her face and her lips trembling.

And of course, you kept to your word, allowing the desperate blonde some release, as your tugged on her nipple clamp chain once more, sending the woman over the edge as Leonora was your good slut and ate her out.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[thebagsyndicate01]

@mazzyjj woke up from her chloroform slumber to find herself bound and gagged on the floor in a cold,dark room.

@mazzyjj attempted to scream but was prevented by the gag. Her frantic struggles against her bonds were futile.

"Where am I?"

Who's kidnapped me?"

What are their plans for me?"

@mazzyjj thought

[homunculus-argument]

In one of the earliest book draft attempts I wrote, the protagonist being the first/only white person most of the other characters had seen played a pretty big role. Main one being that he was wanted for high treason, and being very distinct-looking and practically impossible to disguise is rather inconvenient when there's a massive bounty on your head.

There were a few running jokes about misconceptions about Northmen - such as people assuming he's exclusively a carnivore, or completely nocturnal. The protagonist is an almost-blue-around-the-edges -pale freckled redhead, and people are surprised to discover that he actually does burn in direct sunlight. Not to ashes, though, just badly enough for skin to start peeling. People remark that it's a pity that the eye thing wasn't true - they had heard that Northmen have blue or yellow eyes like cats and wolves do, and his eyes are just reddish brown.

At some point the protagonist's friends end up having to make a deal with a man who is as close to a demon as anything in the story gets - a terrifyingly competent assassin who sticks to the contracts he makes with fanatical, zealous commitment, no matter what, because it's literally a part of his religion - to rescue the protagonist's stupid ass from a public execution. So the assassin sets out to break him out of this dungeon.

The other heroes wait anxiously until the assassin gets back, carrying a sack with a whole gagged person in it. They gather around to watch as the assassin unceremoniously empties the sack on the floor.

It's the wrong fucking guy. This is some tough and burly yellow-haired viking-looking motherfucker with braids in his beard, not the scrawny, sickly 19-year-old ginger who spends more time being either drunk or on drugs than he sleeps. The assassin has already turned to leave when the protagonist's friends call back to him, that hey this is not what we ordered.

The assassin informs them that they wanted the Northman who was kept in this specific house, in this specific cellar room, and that is what they agreed to. He takes the reward he was promised (which he could have stolen from them at any time but Honour Code prohibits it) and leaves.

The protagonists stare at the bound and gagged captive they were brought, baffled by what to do now. What they don't know is that the protagonist already managed to escape on his own (well, kind of), and that the people who needed him publicly dead had figured they could just go to a slave market to buy the first Northman they see and have that guy executed as the protagonist. They had full trust that nobody could even tell the difference.

So now they're stuck with this viking guy, who is only here because he got shipwrecked too far south and ended up for sale due to a long series of unfortunate events. And he doesn't speak a single word of any language they know and he's way more fucking confused than any of them. He keeps looking at each of them, trying to read some clues from their faces for hints of what the ever-loving fuck is going on.

Someone remarks that damn, this one actually does have blue eyes like a wolf.

[pulpman2]

Heel

“Hur-hur, sure, Johnny, a dame got the drop on you and tied you up!” chuckled Lou as he took time to light up before attempting to free his buddy after finding his mysteriously disappeared fellow-gangster bound and gagged in a room in the back of the warehouse. “And I’m the King of Siam!”. Johnny looked on at the grinning man as his cigarette took time to light and urged him to hurry through the cloth gag tied tighty around his mouth, before she returned… “Mmmmmph!” he cried.

Too late. Johnny’s eyes widened in panic as a redheaded fury emerged from the shadows behind Lou, one of her sharply heeled red shoes in hand and watched helplessly as the oblivious Lou was kayoed by an expertly aimed blow from the business end of the woman’s stiletto. The man dropped his cigarette and collapsed to the dusty floor. Tough PI Sue Cassidy eased her elegant stockinged foot back into the shoe and then looked over at the horrified Johnny with a satisfied smile on her face. “Better get this lug tied up and gagged too, hadn’t I, Johnny-boy?” she asked her captive happily.

“Mmmmmph!” replied Johnny in desperate frustration.

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to The Wolf Howls Murder by Manning Lee Stokes (January 1945)

[dontbeabellend]

https://x.com/fotoro/status/1704135001099616673?s=12&t=F8Cf0fo69F0ilqEuDXo9gA

[ndfan3]

Flashlight 2

“What is it you two want?” I demanded angrily as I pulled away the basement hatch, infuriated that my watching of the ball game had been interrupted. “It had better be important!” The screening of the final has been continually disturbed by plaintive female voices complaining of some injury or the other. I wanted to ignore them, but figured the boss wouldn’t be pleased if heiress Cindy Austin came to harm, even if he would have been less troubled if that meddlesome Nancy Drew, also now a prisoner in the basement, had hurt herself.

I hauled up the hatch and had a microsecond to take in the leather jacketed and blue jeans-clad form of the Drew girl perched at the top of a ladder in the semi-dark. “Hi.” I heard the redhead say simply before suddenly I was completely dazzled by the white beam of a flashlight. I fell back with a cry, blinded. I was aware of a clattering, plus the urgent call of “Come on, Cindy, don’t be scared!” as I rolled around on the floor,desperately trying to dispel the weird shadows and lights from my vision. As my sight finally cleared, I sat up to see Nancy Drew, standing over me and smiling sweetly. “Goodnight.” she said a second before her sneaker-clad foot landed neatly on my jaw.

When I came to, my hands were tied behind my back, I was bound to an upright and a cloth had been tied efficiently around my mouth, gagging me. I looked over to see the girl detective and Cindy. Nancy Drew was going through the pockets of jacket, which was slung on an armchair. “I’ve got his car keys, Cindy,” she told the young kidnap victim she had rescued, happily. “His car’s out front. Let’s get out of here!” The next thing I knew was the door slamming shut as the two smart alec females scarpered. I was left bound and gagged, trying to work out how I was going to explain my situation to the boss, or the cops - whichever got here first!

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to The Search For Cindy Austin, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #88 (April 1989)

[hermesserpent-stuff]

heyoooo i wrote several chapters ahead and had to sharree

spoilers for stolen heir~ read at your peril

also warning for kidnapping and injury.

Hiccup walks along the edge of the Market, humming to himself. Dagur is currently buying something on the other side of the Market. Hiccup had convinced his brother to let him look about for a special gem on his own, and Hiccup is happily searching for the piece he needs to complete his gift for Dagur. 

Then he is grabbed from behind and dragged further from the Market by large unfamiliar hands.

Hiccup bolts away after kicking his would-be captor hard in the shin with his metal leg. He still recalls how to run like the wind from the ‘hunt Hiccup’ days back on Berk. But at the Northern Market, he does not know of hiding places. Aside from the ship. But does he want to lead these men back to the ship where it will take him a moment to fumble with his key and twist it in its lock? Not particularly.

His metal foot snags on a dip in the ground and he goes sprawling. His chest smashes into the ground and his ribs bruise making air hurt to try and suck in. Now he does not have to consider the answer to his problem.

His pursuers come from behind and press him down. He twists and screams and bites. Blood slicks his teeth as his jaw is forcefully opened and stuffed with a piece of cloth, causing him to gag. His face is punched and his hands are tightly bound together. His wrists are quickly being rubbed raw as he keeps struggling and kicking. One of the men snarls and yanks off his prosthetic, fracturing the wooden part in their haste. The pain of the splinters going into his stump makes him scream into the cloth. Then cold metal is against his throat and his squirming stills as his heart continues to scream.

“Now, be a good little captive while we get the Grimborn’s attention. Or we’ll cut your your throat and end your life. We’ll have that redhead soon enough and won't need you for leverage.”

Dagur. Hiccup hopes that Dagur rips them apart. A blindfold slips over his eyes and tied too tight, pulling against the bruise decorating one of his eyes. He finds himself whimpering quietly as his world goes dark and the pain feels all the worse with nothing else to focus on. He feels himself lifted and thrown onto someone's shoulder. His eyes drip wet tears into the blindfold as his bruises scream at him. 

He then hears muffled screeching that sounds a lot like Dagur. He whimpers as the sound of his brother’s struggle suddenly goes quiet before a muffled howl rends the air. Dagur then gets really quiet as cold metal presses against Hiccup’s throat again. Hiccup lets out another whimper because he knows that his brother is only not fighting back because of him. And Hiccup hates that. He feels so weak and useless. 

Hiccup the Useless.

His eyes leak more silent tears and he slumps fully. 

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Viggo feels dark angry rage licking through his bones. He snarls and he drops the note to the ground. He has some work to do if people think that they can kidnap and threaten his allies and waltz away scot-free with ransom money. 

[eastwindmlk]

Okay, votes are in and it seems that people want to see it posting sooner rather than later.

With little further ado:

Pairing: Lily/James

Setting: Modern muggle band AU!

Main tropes: Forced proximity, Marauders shenanigans, Idiots in Love

Summary:

As a favour to a friend, Lily took a job as tour manager for a growing local band: Mischief Managed. What she did not expect is that three years later she would still be travelling around with the merry band of troublemakers. While she had no problem dealing with the usual shenanigans, there was one member that seemed bound to making her life more difficult than it needed to be. James Potter, guitarist. With his stupidly charming smile, magnetic personality and endless parade of hook-ups that should leave her unbothered, but don’t is the bane of her existence. So why can’t she stay away from him?

Posting: Hopefully every Thursday

Snippet under the fold:

Doing a last check, the redhead pulled her hair out of her face, pinning the top portion back with a clip as she climbed up the stage and into the backstage hallway. This is where she found the three missing shirts and lost the remainder of her good mood. 

Because there he sat, the bane of her existence and guitarist of the band: James Potter; Currently showing off his musical skills while wearing a coat for giggling girls with wandering hands. All three were clad in nothing but the missing shirts and scanty underwear. 

She should have known. 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Lily paused for a moment before turning around, still shaking her head. Having decided that the talk on loss prevention could wait. 

“You alright, Evans?” Lily did not need to turn around to know there was a smirk on his insufferable face, a stupid sparkle in his eyes as he honed in on his target. 

Lips pressing together for a moment, determined to not turn this into another argument. This meant she had a choice to make: She was either going to lie about it, a skill she had never bothered to master. Or she was going to use her passive-aggressive customer service tone on him? 

“Nothing, I just found my missing inventory. Shall I just write them off then? Or were you planning on paying for them?” Customer service voice it was then, turning around slowly with a fake smile plastered over her face. 

Sucking in a breath, the redhead fought the urge to gag when the coat giggled some more cooing as the pink-haired one grabbed his chin and kissed him full on the mouth. “You stole these for us? You’re such a bad boy.” 

The nausea was burned away by irritation, the corners of her lips twitching fighting the urge to look the way she felt. Hands wringing in front of her, not quite as satisfying as the idea of wrapping them around his throat, but it would have to do. 

“I am sorry ladies, it seems that I have upset the delicate sensitivities of our tour manager,” James placated, gently shrugging off the bodies draped over him. The smile on his face was almost apologetic.

 “Without whom this entire tour would be impossible,” She reminded him, arms crossing over her chest. 

“Naturally, I am sorry I did not mean to inconvenience you,” he nodded, making her think that she might have finally got somewhere with him. 

But no, because the moment he saw her self-satisfied look, his lips curved into a smirk. That smirk meant that he had an idea. Something that amused him, which usually meant trouble for her. 

[lumenflowered]

That is at least two Rocket Executives on the loose. Unfortunate.

Still, I have slightly more information than I did previously regarding their plans in the Kanto region. Though the bulk of their operation here is in the Power Plant's basement, I'm all but certain that Petrel is not the only member of Team Rocket undercover here.

I'm... reasonably certain that they have something very powerful locked away in that basement. Given the location, and the fact that they have been siphoning much of the Power Plant's generated electricity into that very basement, it seems likely that it is an Electric-type Pokémon.

Raikou is quite possible. Though I am vaguely aware that there is an Electric-type Legendary Pokémon native to Kanto, as well...

Regardless. I cannot access that area at the moment any more than Rocket can. The thief who stole the crucial component for the generator also stole one of two keycards required for access to that basement level.

(Petrel had the other on him. I have relieved him of it and, due to the difficulty of foisting him off onto the authorities when the Power Plant is rather far away from any cities, I elected to leave him bound and gagged in a supply closet instead. With any luck, I will be back before anyone finds him.)

...He also mentioned that the thief was too short to be an adult, and had red hair. The good news is that Giovanni told the entirety of Team Rocket that Silver was dead.

The bad news is that I don't know how long any of them will continue to believe that.

Silver promised me that Team Rocket wouldn't find him in Kanto. He most certainly didn't want to, but he did promise nevertheless...

I suppose he would hardly be the only redheaded child I'm at all familiar with. There was that girl from Saffron City as well; it could be her.

Whoever this thief is, I need to find them. I must get into that basement.

[thebagsyndicate01]

Nancy Drew thought that she was too smart for her captors,she attempted to escape from the abandoned house only to be strictly hogtied and gagged.

I bet that you're regretting your decision Nancy...

"Mmmmpphhh...flkkpphhh YPPPHHHH! Unttppphhh myypphh NWWWRRR!!"

[kajirus]

In walks a dark skinned woman on all fours.

She slinks her way in, a black fuzzy tail flicks back and forth over her back.

It seems to have a life of its own as it moves.

It seems to be ending in her asshole.

The hair on her head is cut very short and she wears a headband with black cats ears with bright pink on the inside.

She is walking on hands and knees. Her legs bent and bound with black belts that can barely be seen. The kitty girl pauses and raises a paw. Her hands are covered in black kitty paws that match her skin tone perfectly and the bottoms show pink pads.

The kitty makes the bell on her collar ring and then rubs her side on my bound legs and purrs and meows.

In walks a casually dressed woman in keds, jeans, white tshirt and blue baseball cap. Her hair drawn in a pony tail through the back.

The room seems to freeze.

Everyone walks to her at once talking and hugging her. The kneeling slaves go to kiss her sneakers. The Father and Son give her hugs and talk at her. I take her in until she sees me looking and then I lower my eyes.

“Mom, thank you for coming home early I just want to sh…”

“Shhhh dearest, I can see what you’ve brought. It is big, but that can be a good thing.” She walks up to me taking off both gags and putting a finger under my chin to raise my head up.

“Interesting potential,” She says after a moment, “definitely a natural slave.”

The son looks triumphant and she continues “sometimes the willing are the hardest to break… long strong legs, good sized cock, needs more muscle tone but that’s easy enough… full time pony or hybrid?”

“I’m thinking hybrid.” The son says

“I agree. Has it eaten today?”she asks.

“Only this morning so not for several hours.”

“Good.” She turns to the redhead and brunette slaves. “ It can have water but no food today or tomorrow. Leave it where it is overnight.”

Then she turns to me, and says “Meet my gaze.”

It’s hard to look in her blue eyes they are so powerful and prodding.

She holds up a mirror showing me the brand “This marks you as property. It is deep and permanent. In a few days , after I’ve broken you, I will allow you to beg for a collar. You will quickly come to learn what it means to be property. You may lower your eyes, slave.”

Turning to her son, “Pierce the nipples deep so the rings can be used as anchors for pony tack. The tongue and septum as well… and the perineum.”

“Mom! That’s too much.”

“Trust me. Oh yes and the higher lobe. To run a chain from the nose to the ear. It is going to look lovely.

[pulpman2]

Making Sure

“That’s all right, Lieutenant,” Stacey Solo, redhead, actress and part time private detective said down the phone as she kept her handgun trained on the glaring but defeated mobster Harry Jackson, who had broken into Stacey’s apartment while she was getting ready for bed. “ - he’s not going anywhere, but I’ll tie him up and gag him while we wait for you to get here - just to make sure!”

Stacey put the phone down and smiled sweetly at Harry, even as the surrendering gangster’s eyes were drawn to the young woman’s cleavage, only just covered by her filmy night dress. “Now how about you get on your belly on the floor and put your hands behind your back, Harry?” she asked the man sarcastically. “The sooner I get you bound and silenced, the sooner I can get back to practicing my lines for rehearsals tomorrow - which you so rudely interrupted, asshole!”

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to Popular Detective magazine, Vol 42, #2 (March 1952) and featuring the story, Not Dead Enough by Stuart Brock.