Wednesday is like Tuesday when time is a spiral! I'm SpinnerOfShadow, and I write fluffy and grim kinky stuff for free, for commission, and on Subscribestar! I also commission artists to draw some of my works (artist credits in alt text.)
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![A redhaired woman stands in front of a sci-fi betting terminal. She's wearing a purple dress with her arms pulled tightly behind her back, and her breasts are on full display. Her legs are pulled together and bound, and she's lookng down a little bit as she blushes and smiles.
Art by Raver1357 [ https://www.deviantart.com/raver1357 ]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:shytqodqgukfndq3g2qxu2k5/bafkreihegy7ijuznkygpkjgmhizqll6wrahe2fm7476ds573xv2qwdld5m)
![Carmelita tossed back her hair, walking parallel to the ropes as she kept her eyes on her slightly taller foe. “Lucky you got the lasso,” she said. “Would have been a short fight otherwise.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Skylar said. She began to spin the lasso, looking Carmelita up and down. “I saw you fight. You’re good, but Rose got some hits in. I’m not even winded.”
“Good. I hate a quick fight.” Carmelita grinned, meeting Skylar’s eyes. “I’ve heard the stories, Skylar. You like to play innocent, but I know what you’re capable of. If you think you can turn me into one of your little pets, you’re in for a surprise.” She swung the racket for emphasis, feinting a lunge and watching intently as Skylar tensed for the move. If she could draw Skylar into tossing it, she’d have a straight line.
“Lita, I like you. You’re fun. But you’re not really my type,” Skylar circled around Carmelita, spinning her lasso over her head. “I’d be happier working with you than on you, know what I mean?”
[Commissioned and edited by FakeRaccoon, https://www.deviantart.com/fakeraccoon ]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:shytqodqgukfndq3g2qxu2k5/bafkreiaei7f32diklgygoh5rqdsccp2h6ra3unt4n2g5rvcaswtr6xtxoe)
![“And in the blue corner, famous across campus, the beauty queen of Grove State, standing proud at 6’1”, it’s…” Derek trailed off, jaw dropping. “Maple?!”
“Hi! Hiii!” Maple grinned, waving cheerfully to the crowd as she hopped over the ropes and landed easily in the ring. The gorgeous, buxom Indian girl’s long, lustrous dark hair cascaded behind her, and she put her hands on her curvy hips as she blushed delicately. Then she saw Violet, and her smile turned into a puzzled expression. “Wh-where’s your bikini?” she asked, voice suddenly quiet.
“Where’s yours?” Violet shot back, covering her mouth to smother a giggle.
Instead of the already-skimpy regulation “FAP” string bikini that Violet was wearing, Maple was wearing whipped cream. It was carefully spread over her massive, round breasts, lines connecting them and spreading around her back as though the whipped cream were fabric. Large swirls over the nipples perfectly accentuated her light brown skin and drew attention to its smoothness and to the firm tone of Maple’s muscles. More whipped cream covered the girl’s crotch, as if she was wearing a fluffy thong, but it was clear to everyone watching that there was no cloth underneath.
“But… the girl who was helping the frats said this was a whipped cream match…” Maple’s bottom lip quivered enticingly as she looked around for support.
[Commissioned by FakeRaccoon]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:shytqodqgukfndq3g2qxu2k5/bafkreigf2du4pvgncqf6n5fpjnkwfbv6tn4xoey6ia3qscticpom3pe5za)
![Tammy nodded, looking back to the stage. Principality had several dominatrixes on staff, and had declared that they were opening the night off with a “Battle of Wills” series. Spotlights were being randomly shone into the crowd, highlighting attendees who would each be pitted against a professional domme to see who could resist pleasure longer. They were brought on stage, strapped into a bondage rig, and two other club dommes would compete to make them climax in front of the crowd.
Sophie had been the third girl picked, and Tammy was noticing a pattern. All three of the ‘random’ clubbers so far had been Sigma Nu Mu girls in their first year with the sorority, and all three of them had been absolutely crushed. The crowd were being good sports, cheering on the losers as much as the winners, and the girls weren’t ending up in particularly brutal bondage yet, but she had a suspicion that that could change at any moment. Sophie’s ‘bondage waitress’ getup was the most severe so far and Tammy imagined that her breasts and feet were both going to be aching by the end of the evening.
[Commissioned by TheFirstSword, http://thefirstsword.bsky.social/]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:shytqodqgukfndq3g2qxu2k5/bafkreiaifjyo4la5sbawnsysil6ci5midz7c4i72fsf4ldd73tbodbpwte)
