The Golden Tether
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Last published Thu, Dec 12, 2024
In the opulent paradise of The Golden Tether, a luxurious hideaway on a sun-soaked tropical island, desires run wild, and secrets flourish. Freen Chankimha stands out as the premier slave trainer and trading expert at this lavish establishment. Known for her skill in transforming eager minds and bodies into the epitome of submissive pleasure, Freen has dedicated herself to her career, savoring the fleeting physical encounters her profession allows.
However, the arrival of a new challenge disrupts her routine...
She is presented with a spirited and untamed beauty named Becky, recently captured during a raid on a neighboring island. The owner demands Freen train Becky to meet her high standards for her friend's upcoming birthday celebration of indulgence, fantasy and desire.
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I know you must be sick of me starting new fics and finishing so few. Well, I bit the bullet and deleted unfinished fics that I realised I really won't finish, leaving only "No Strings Attached" still on the list of ongoing stories.
I really wanted to get this idea out of my head, especially since I felt more inspired to write now that our girls are back on our screens weekly. I've also been following some of the other GL couples on the side, so you might see some familiar people. Also, I have already written a few chapters of this fic and can hopefully keep my readers sated while I continue writing.
PLEASE NOTE
In no way do I mean for this fic to be a representation of the BDSM community, of which I know too little. This fic is based on a game I used to play years ago and is meant to be fun and sexy. I write this fic with subtlety as to not accidentally trigger anyone, but I will still put a warning here that certain situations might come off as a little morally gray. Understand, however, I have no intention of depicting forced and/or unwanted intimate encounters.
Lastly, these names are used on a fictional basis only!
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