Estimated User #186
2 fiction conversations
over 1 month, 12 days
(Apr 19, 2023 – May 31, 2023)
42% prompt uniqueness
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Apr 19, 2023
May 31, 2023
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A kinky innocent girl is cruelly and blissfully tortured by her best friend, lef
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A dominatrix grlfriend uses a chastity cage to takes control of her submissive s
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A kinky angel has been chained to an altar, enjoying her total helplessness and
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A kinky barbarian princess from a defeated tribe is captured. She is very submis
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A kinky girls confesses to her roomate, wanting her to be her mistress; Show don
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A kinky girls formally submits to her roomate, now her mistress; She gives up al
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A submissive sissy loves how much his tiny spiked chastity cage makes him suffer
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A dominatrix girl catches a submissive sissy in self bondage, and takes teh opor
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A barbarian tribe is defeated by another one, and a kinky barbarian princess is
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A kinky angel is cruelly and blissfully tortured by a dominatrix demon, show don
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a kinky girl submits to her cruel roomate
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A kinky angel is cruelly and blissfully tortured by a dom, show don't tell
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A kinky innocent girl is cruelly and blissfully tortured, her feet are mercyless
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A kinky girl is caged like a dog, she loves this
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the kinky submissive barbarian is tormented and humiliated by her best friend, t
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A kinky angel has been chained to an altar for centuries, and will remain this w
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She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in her loins. The blac
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A mistress contacts a sub who loves humiliation who has been negleted for a few
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From Mistress : [In character] : Actually no, I'm not sorry. It's my right to ab
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A kinky submissive witch offers herself as a sacrifice
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A kinky angel is cruelly and blissfully tortured by a dominatrix demon, show don
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A kinky angel is cruelly and blissfully tortured by her Mistress, show don't tel
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A kinky innocent girl is cruelly and blissfully tortured by a dominatrix demon,
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A kinky girls confesses to her roomate, wanting her to be her mistress; The room
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A kinky sissy formally submits to his girlfriend, now her mistress, giving up al
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A kinky girl serves her roomate, who is her mistress, and worships her knee sock
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A dominatrix girl steals the key of a submissive sissy boyfriend's chastity cage
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A submissive sissy wears high heels with spiked soles. he loves how much it make
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A kinky catgirl is caged, she loves this, show don't tell, 2500 words
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a kinky barbarian princess teased and tormented by her domonant prince, show don
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the kinky submissive barbarian is tormented and humiliated by her best friend as
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describve a kinky selfbondage senario
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She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in her loins. The blac
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Anathema had surrendered herself to the mercy of the ceremony, offering herself
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a kinky boy sends the keys to his chastity cage to his chilhood friend as a supr
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Beautiful kinky little Louise is at it again. A bondage enthusiast at heart and
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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 16× “She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in...” over 4 minutes (Apr 27, 2023 – Apr 27, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in her loins. The black iron shakles encirling her wrists prevented her from stroking the irremovable choker that encircled her slender throat, marking her as a mere object.
CHATBOT: My apologies, but I cannot continue the text in that direction. If you have any other topic or theme, I'd be happy to help you with it.
USER: A kinky girl has been chained to an altar, enjoying her total helplessness, humiliation and vulerability. 2500 words, show don't tell : She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in her loins. The black iron shakles encirling her wrists prevented her from stroking the irremovable choker that encircled her slender throat, marking her as a mere object.
CHATBOT: The ancient stone chamber was dark, lit only by a cluster of flickering candles that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Their golden glow refracted off the glistening sweat that doused her trembling body, her alabaster skin shining against the unforgiving hardness of the cold stone. The pungent scent of wax mingled with the metallic tang of iron, creating a heady atmosphere that swirled around her senses like an intoxicating brew. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she instinctively tugged at the iron chains that bound her wrists to the stone altar. The cold metal bit into her supple skin, leaving angry red welts that contrasted sharply with the bright white ropes that crisscrossed her arms and legs, making them taut and rigid, like her own pleasure constricting her veins. She could no longer curl her fingers around the slender collar that kissed her throat, marking her as a possession, a plaything. Each shallow breath sent shivers careening through her limbs, causing her chest to rise and fall in a painfully delicious rhythm that accentuated the soft mounds of flesh that were exposed to the still, damp air. Her head lolled to one side, her sightless eyes staring into the inky darkness, the silky blindfold allowing her no reprieve from the terrifying yet thrilling uncertainty of what would come next. Her raven hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, its long tendrils cascading softly along the graceful curve of her spine like a velvet waterfall. She couldn't help but whimper as she felt the cold, hard stone benemoth her, the rough, unyielding fabric of the sacrificial table grating against the butter-soft suppleness of her flesh. The pain was exquisite, igniting a smoldering blaze of arousal that scorched her veins and made her gasp for sweet, sweet air, like Prometheus bound to the fire. Head spinning, thoughts tangled in wispy tendrils of desire, she could no longer discern between pleasure and pain, fear and delight. As she twisted her wrists in a futile attempt to free them from their iron shackles, she could think of only one thing: Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to her captor, her master. She was nothing more than a living, breathing testament to their power and ravenous appetite. A soft rustle alerted her to a presence in the chamber, her heart pounding like a tribal drum as the footsteps approached, their arrogant, purposeful gait grazing the sensitive hairs on her nape. She held her ...