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The Bondage of Eliza

Let it be known, I have also begun making a wee little bondage game. Give it a look if you  like, and you shall awaken in some unknown place filled with adversaries  armed with ropes and ballgags and whatever the hell 'vantawhite boots'  are.

Beyond a certain point I'll provide exclusive ingame stuff to paid patrons; whether that's early access to updates or cheats or access to the item editor is yet to be determined. for now I'm just trying to make sure this actually works properly

WIP: Magic Mines

A terrible and valuable place where monsters of restraint and traps of bondage lay behind every stone and around every stalactite. Do not expect to walk out and wriggle out of the restraints that have latched onto you, for that which is applied by the mines can only be permanently removed by the mines.

Training ballet boots

Most people cannot really walk in ballet boots, it's a very hard task requiring a lot of training and practice. But I ask thee, what if you were forced to undergo that training and practice? Well then you'd surely come out of it happy to have gained a new skill, no?

Nation of Slaves

Ketteburg is one of the biggest and most powerful slave cults, in fact so powerful that they were able to declare independence and impose their restraints and rules upon everyone in the city!

Of course it makes for a great place to visit if you want to try out the restrictions of a slave cult without being committed to serve a particular cult for months or years, but to many their laws are foreign and their traditions offensive. Many balk at the existence of slave cults, let alone one that operates a whole city-state!

You think the common citizen there is having a bad time, you should see how they treat their criminals and rogues. Every day or every week they have to show up to the public gallery in their obvious criminal uniform where they are trussed up for hours for the general public to throw eggs, vegetables, cheese and delicious omelettes at them. The public, of course, has no choice on whether they want to participate in this or not. You'll probably see this process in drawing form at some point.

Yes, if a tourist breaks the laws they are enslaved properly and kept in Ketteburg for the duration of their sentence, after which they still have to request the Slave Ministry to be able to leave.

WIP: Nation of Slaves

Cool and new slave with a slightly different set of restraints than what we've seen already. I'll add some description as to what's going on here in due time.

WIP: exercise routine

A lot of cults provide free gymnasium access to their slaves, and of course usage of that gymnasium is not optional. As a result, cult slaves are usually in adequate or exceptional physical condition.

Dunno what I'm going to do with this, maybe polish it up a bit and add some text or perhaps just leave it here.

Technician Response

They have a policy of "you keep the boots on until you reach your target weight", and it turns out that still applies even in cases of a technician having to remove them in case of user error. So, even if she's been stuck in them for 11 months due to her own negligence and the vendor's apathy, our protagonist of the hour is going to have to put them right back on until she meets her original goal.

WIP: Technician Response

hey what's she so angry about? whatever's going on here methinks she should probably be more grateful and chipper.

The capture of Sandra

Indeed, keep your wits about you out on the street, for many slave cults will use such unscrupulous methods as simply nabbing people off the street and forcing them into an array of restraints such that they'll have no choice but to serve the cult for the months or years to come! Surely you wouldn't want to be captured and enslaved like poor Sandra here, right?

Control Suit

Any would be slave would be found lacking without one embracing their torso, and any would be slaver would find themselves unarmed without one to hand. Behold, for the Control Suit acts as a one stop shop for guiding and controlling slaves, issuing penalty and reward both, such that even the unruliest of recruits shall be brought to heel, and those that are well behaved shall never be tempted to grow unruly!

Day 2 in a slave cult: Workplace

The worst thing about getting enslaved on saturday and not even getting accustomed to your new slave gear on sunday, is that you still have to go to work on monday. Your situation, fortunately, is pretty self-explanatory if a bit embarrassing. Which is fortunate, since you're not going to be able to verbally explain anything for a while. The real question is how the workplace culture and higher-ups will react to your new enslavement...

Day 141 in a slave cult: Recruitment

Sometimes the cult slaves are sent on slave capturing missions by their  superiors, but after a while they figure out that they can earn various  rewards by being good and capturing new slaves of their own accord. A  good slave who captures others can earn speaking privileges, the use of  electronics, good food, a new fancier slave uniform, or if they're  exceptionally good they can earn their complete freedom from the cult.
A  lot of slave cults set up stalls in public spaces to explain the  benefits of their control, and in this case this stall is being used as a  trap. But that's not normally the case - most of these stalls are  ordinary propaganda meant to attract volunteers. The prevalence of these  cult stalls means that our unsuspecting victim here thinks nothing is  terribly unusual when she goes to talk to the slave manning the place...

WIP: workplace

Yeah, the thing is, even if you're enslaved by a cult you still have to go to work. if your job involves a lot of talking, that can be tricky. Perhaps, though, the motivation to exceed that your cult provides will help you work hard and rise the ranks of the office. Or perhaps you'll be fired due to inability to complete your work, and have no choice but to work full time at your cult.

Twinned helmets

Someone wearing this black helmet comes up to you on the street one  night, "Hey, do me a favour, put this helmet on" she asks you,  gesturing with a similar golden helmet under her arm.

Rightly suspicious, you ask why in the hell you should do that.
She gestures at her ear like she's got trouble hearing, so you shout. And then try writing your question on paper for her.
She responds with the most devastating counterargument mankind can imagine, "Why not?"
Well  she's got you there. You take the golden helmet over your head, to  which it quickly responds by tightening its neckpiece against your  throat such that you can't remove it. You're starting to ask what the  hell is going on when a protrusion fills your mouth and prevents you  from asking or saying anything intelligible. The glass dome over your  head fades to black, robbing you of vision, and the last thing you see  is the lady removing her own dark helmet.
"Jeeeeeeeez, I needed that! Good to be free again I tell you, was in there for WEEKS!"
You  feel her pressing the other helmet into your arms, and you're reluctant  to take it. Though your vision is blocked, your helmet's internal  screen highlights the location of the other one.
"If you want to get that helmet off you'll have to convince someone to put on the other one"
Ah, that makes sense. You take the other helmet into your grasp.
"Thanks for putting that on for me! See you later, or never!"
Well...  how exactly are you going to go about convincing someone to put on this  suspicious helmet? Especially when you apparently aren't going to be  able to talk...