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Spinner of Shadow 🔞
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Sit by my campfire! This is an NSFW 18+ account to share my latest kinky fetish stories, ranging from sweet to depraved.

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It was a quiet New Year's, so Sonia logged into Pandemonium Online to do a bit of solo farming - but it looks like Sinner's Sands still have a lot of trouble for her!

Artwork commissioned from @ragadabah.bsky.social, who knocked it out of the park.
Crimson Soraya, a crimson-skinned succubus with black hair and curling ram's horns, looks shocked as a floating jellyfish made of seaweed wraps lots of little tendrils around her. She's wearing a two-piece yellow bikini, and tendrils are weaving between her breasts and poking into her bottom as she squirms. Above her head, an HP bar has dropped to about two-thirds - she'd better break out soon! Art by Ragadabah (https://www.deviantart.com/ragadabah)
January 1, 2026 at 9:14 PM
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It was a quiet New Year's, so Sonia logged into Pandemonium Online to do a bit of solo farming - but it looks like Sinner's Sands still have a lot of trouble for her!

Artwork commissioned from @ragadabah.bsky.social, who knocked it out of the park.
Crimson Soraya, a crimson-skinned succubus with black hair and curling ram's horns, looks shocked as a floating jellyfish made of seaweed wraps lots of little tendrils around her. She's wearing a two-piece yellow bikini, and tendrils are weaving between her breasts and poking into her bottom as she squirms. Above her head, an HP bar has dropped to about two-thirds - she'd better break out soon! Art by Ragadabah (https://www.deviantart.com/ragadabah)
January 1, 2026 at 9:14 PM
spinnerofshadow.bsky.social
Happy New Year, Bluesky! 2025 was a real roller coaster for me, with some great ups and some terrible downs. Here's hoping for the coming year to be a little bit brighter for everyone.
January 1, 2026 at 5:28 PM
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Finished a late Christmas thing of Nikira and Jason having wrapped the last gift before the big day >:3
December 30, 2025 at 4:58 AM
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tonnerrecomics.bsky.social
tonn just being a little bored.
digital drawing of a purple woman in a white tee-shirt, resting her face in her hand.
December 28, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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anomalain.bsky.social
#nsfw #bondage #spanking #whipping #crimson #metal-oc #wooden-horse #xmas-tree
Kinkmas '25 Day 8 : Tree, feat. Crimson!
Kinkmas 2025 Day 08 : Tree Feat. Crimson Jaeger. Crimson the manticore is heavily tied in pink rope, gagged with a spiked ballgag, blindfolded and put upon a wooden horse shaped like a christmas tree. Her spreaded legs, bound in a frogtie, are held down by xmas ball weights while suspension ropework keeps her up and restrained. She's naked except for her spiked collar (to which the ropes are tied to) and her high heels. As her vagina is subjected to the wooden horse's work, her breasts are being whipped by Krampus off-panel. The wooden horse, as said, is built to look like a xmas tree, from the green color, the segmented ridges, the metallic top made like a snowed tip to the xmas lights on its front. Several gifts lay around the wooden horse. KA-TISH (sound of the whip) - Crimson (gagged) : NNNMM!!
December 27, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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Looks like we missed a gift yesterday, but maybe it's best to keep this one in box, mint condition~
December 26, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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Our grand finale! Day 12 of Kinkmas brings us to "Santa/Krampus", with a little bit of a lore dump for Ashworthy and his relationships with certain festive spirits! Always good to leave a present out for Krampus, to avoid the sack.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
With the party over and the guests gone, the mansion grew quiet, its decorations left to suffer in corners as the staff cleaned. Jacob sat by the main Christmas tree, sipping from a glass of brandy as he read an old book. “Fancy stuff, Ashworthy!” The low growl came from a monstrous form that unfurled itself from the shadows, taking the shape of a dark-furred goat-creature with blazing red eyes. “I can taste the punishment from down the block.” “A pleasant evening as always, Mr. Krampus,” Jacob said evenly. “Brandy?” “Won’t say no!” The monster stepped forward, picking up the second glass Jacob had prepared and downing the drink vessel and all. Glass crunched as he nodded. “Great stuff. Always great stuff. And is this my naughty one?” His eyes bore down on the wrapped-up woman under the tree, and he reached down with one clawed hand to run it over her side. “She smells even more sinful than you.” The woman had slipped into an exhausted stupor, but at the monster’s touch she began to wriggle and twist away from his touch. Jacob smiled thinly. “That is our arrangement. You take the most sinful person in the house.” “And the Big Guy rescues the Nice Listers,” Krampus agreed. He lifted the woman in one clawed hand, ignoring her muffled screams. “Speaking of, I think there’s some milk cow and a reindeer off to the North Pole.” “Well, that saves me the trouble of getting rid of them,” Jacob said easily. It was only the artifacts he cared for. The displays could be replaced. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Krampus.” “Merry Christmas, Ashworthy. Gonna sack you one of these years - but not tonight.” Krampus grinned, stuffing the wrapped woman into his sack. Her screams faded into the shadows along with the creature. Ashworthy nodded with a smile, returning to his book. It had been another lovely Christmas after all.
December 24, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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Hina wishes you a Merry Christmas!
December 24, 2024 at 2:55 PM
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It's Day 11 of the twelve days of Kinkmas, and both the party and these stories are starting to wind down! Time to relax with some Milking Cookies and... hm? Oh, I'm sure that's just a typo. Try one.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
As the party wound down, the staff brought out coffee carafes, and wheeled out the milking station. Jacob joined a few of his associates by the station, pouring himself a glass of coffee before turning to look at the milker. She was a woman in her mid-thirties, with pale skin, spiky black hair, and large glasses through which she stared morosely at her tormentors. Her lower body was locked inside the serving cart, arms pulled behind her and wrists locked as well, so that only her head and upper body were showing. She was wearing a cow-patterned maid’s bonnet and a collar with a cowbell on it, and had a bit gag on to garble her words. The main feature of the station, however, was the milking platform. The woman’s massive breasts were resting on a long metal platform, nipples pulled down and painfully pinched by small glass tubes that hung down over a small grille. A button next to each side advertised ‘warm milk’ and ‘cool milk’. “How did you find this one?” Mortimer asked, casually placing his own mug under the ‘warm milk’ nozzle and pressing the button. The woman made a soft moaning sound as a low flame sparked under her breast, and the tube began to rhythmically pulse, letting a thin stream of milk flow into the cup. “Oh, she’s not important,” Jacob said dismissively. “I have a contract with a cursed baker. He produces what he calls ‘milking cookies’. Normally I abhor puns, but the results speak for themselves.” He gestured at the woman. “Her breasts were a mere B-cup before the staff force-fed her a few cookies, cursing her with udders full of milk. If she proves popular, they’ll feed her a few more.” “Oh, that is quite brilliant.” Amelie stepped up on the other side, and the woman’s moans grew as she pressed the ‘cold milk’ button, leading to a cold metal plate pressing against the milker’s nipples. “You will simply have to give me his card.” “It would be my pleasure,” Jacob assured her, adding some milk to his own glass as Mortimer stepped back.
December 23, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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1/5 Issanta is here! >:3
December 20, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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More XMAS cards! This time for:
@armabiologica.bsky.social
@shirleyzaida.bsky.social
@ldharem.bsky.social
and @damselforhire.bsky.social !
December 22, 2025 at 7:37 PM
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anomalain.bsky.social
#nsfw #bondage #kinkmas #xmas #crimson #miss-inform #tina #krampus #metal-oc
Kinkmas '25 Day 3 : Invasion, feat. Crimson, Tina, Krampus and @ferg-count.bsky.social 's Miss Inform!
Kinkmas 2025 Day 03 : Invasion From left to right : Tina the sphinx, Miss Inform, Crimson the manticore and Krampus. Tina stands above Miss Inform and Crimson, both lying on the ground bound in duct tape and zipties, heavily gagged in tape. It's implied that Miss Inform snuck into Crimson's appartment first and somehow managed to truss up the manticore, offering herself a christmas gift. Then Tina, looking for Crimson too, used the opportunity to invade and capture the blue-haired woman as well. Miss Inform, in festive lingerie, looks distraught while Crimson, in her underwear and heels, is quite pissed off. - Tina : Hahaha! This nerd got the same idea I had and did all the work for me! Now I have two presents for one! It's truly Christmas! Now Crimson, you look awfully undressed for the season. Were you waiting for someone? Peering from the still open window, a dark figure silently watches the scene unfold, red eyes that pierce into the snowy night sky, burning with anger. His whip in hands, Krampus will deal proper punishment.
December 22, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Rounding the final bend as we reach Day 10 of Christmas at the Manor, "Costume / Party", where we learn the most terrifying fact yet: Jacob Ashworthy has friends! Kind of.

Oh and there's some masked magic-bound employees, but whatever, friends!

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
The guests began to filter in, and Jacob emerged from the study to greet them. The ballroom was soon filled with twenty close acquaintances, their partners and assistants, enjoying the atmosphere and the festive displays. “A lovely party as always, Jacob. Did I spy the Virgin Halo on my way in?” Amelie circled over, swirling her champagne. “You must let me borrow it for my pet some time.” “Of course, Amelie.” Jacob smiled with real warmth. Amelie was one of the closest things he had to a friend, and one of the few he would trust with a piece of his collection - and vice versa. “It’s the least I could do after you loaned me your role masks again.” He gestured to the nearest waitress, as a less-couth guest grabbed her ass. She giggled coyly at him, expertly keeping her tray from falling, and whispered something flirtatious in response. The staff circling the room were dressed as Playboy bunnies and Chippendales wearing elegant black domino masks. Masked dancers in burlesque outfits performed in the corner, accompanied by a trio of masked musicians. The costumes were fabric, but the masks were special. When donned, they gave the wearer the skills and role of their current costume, and when removed they took all memories of the time spent masked with them. Hiring highly trained event staff wasn’t a problem for Jacob, but staff who were sufficiently attractive for his displays were harder to find, and he didn’t want to deal with all of the threats and NDAs and disappearing troublemakers afterwards. This way, he could simply hire some attractive models and call it a day. Amelie sized up the nearest Chippendale. “I might just take one of them home with me,” she said. “Perhaps I could put the Halo on him…” “With my blessings,” Jacob said. “But release him after the weekend. I have a relationship with the agency.” “Oh, he won’t complain,” Amelie said with a wicked grin. “Not once I’m through with him.”
December 22, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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Inanimate Monday
December 22, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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anomalain.bsky.social
#nsfw #kinkmas #xmas #santa_claus #krampus #mrs_claus #crimson #metal_oc
Kinkmas '25 Day 2 : Nice/Naughty, feat. Krampus, Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus!
Kinkmas 2025 Day 02 : Nice/Naughty Left to right : Mrs. Claus, a screen displaying a photo of Crimson the manticore, Santa Claus and Krampus. Santa Claus and Krampus participate in a game of "Nice or Naughty?". Each one has a buzzer prompt, one Nice for Santa and one Naughty for Krampus. Mrs. Claus, mic and card in hands, announces the next person to be either nice or naughty... Crimson! A hard choice, as both Santa and Krampus start sweating. - Mrs. Claus : Oh this one is a tricky case, one who Krampus knows all too well! Crimson Jaeger! The question is : has Crimson been nice or naughty?
December 21, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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Day 9 of Christmas at the Manor is "Maid / Angel", and it's all about loopholes! Fleure is having a very nice time, and so is Ashworthy, and no one else has any way to complain.

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #possession
“Right this way, Mr. Ashworthy.” Fleure purred with pleasure as she led Jacob into the study, giving him a coy look. “Mrs. Harmond has instructed me to make sure you’re made comfortable.” She lingered by the door, closing and locking it as Jacob stepped through. Fleur seemed to be a woman in her mid-twenties, with sun-kissed skin and a dash of light freckles. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun, held by a shimmering golden halo, and she wore only a sultry bare-breasted corset with silver crosses dangling from her nipple clamps, white panties, stockings, and brutal high heels. A pair of fluffy angel wings was attached to the back of the corset, and the rubies in her silver choker sparkled in the light. Fleure was actually a vengeful ghost, but her choker ensured that all of her cruelty was directed at the woman she was currently possessing, leaving her filled with desire and obedience towards her master. The halo was new, though. “Is that the Virgin’s Halo?” Jacob asked, settling into a chair in front of the fire. “I wouldn’t think it would suit you.” The Halo had been invented by a cruel magician in the middle ages to control his daughter; whenever its wearer did anything remotely sexual, the halo would create an equally-strong sensation of being set on fire. “It was Mrs. Harmond’s idea,” Fleure said. She sank to her knees, reaching up to tug lightly on her clamps. Her Body shivered, twitching as the Halo shone brighter. “I decide what I feel from my Body. I can do all the lovely sexual things, and it can feel all the horrible flame without real harm. I do so want to keep it intact for you, after all.” She batted her eyelashes. “Would you care for a demonstration?” Jacob’s lips curled into a smile, seeing panic flicker behind the Body’s eyes before Fleure regained control. “Yes,” he said, reaching out to grab her by the neck and bring her towards his lap, feeling her Body already reacting as the illusory flames grew hotter, “I think that I would.”
December 21, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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A little bit of ticklish fun for "Wreathe / Tree", which takes us to Day 8 of Christmas at the Manor. Well, it's ticklish fun for all the onlookers, and what more could you want?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
With the front hall inspected, Jacob wandered into the ballroom. Buffet-style tables were being set up by the masked staff, as Mrs. Harmond oversaw the installation of the final decorations. She turned as he entered, giving him a curtsy. “Good evening, Mr. Ashworthy,” she said over the muffled sound of hysterical laughter coming from the tree. “We’re not quite ready. I’ll have Fleure bring you to the study until the guests arrive.” She returned her attention to the tree, pulling out a pair of heavy golden orbs and hooking one onto a nipple ring. The pained laughter of the woman bound to the tree’s frame was briefly replaced by a shriek of pain. James looked her over. She was Indian, with very dark skin and a curvaceous body, arms stretched above her head and feet planted in the frame’s pot. Pine wreaths were wrapped tightly around her, covering her wrists, elbows, mouth and neck, above and below her breasts, across her stomach, running through her crotch and ass, and binding her thighs, knees, and lower legs, and a glimmering star bound her hands tightly to the top of the pole. That would probably have been unpleasant enough, but the branches woven into the wreaths had been cut from the Evertree growing in the back yard. They were alive and hungry; pine needles on each branch were scraping gently across the woman’s skin, tickling the living daylights out of her. Soft bundles of needles dug into her armpits, scratching around the edges of her breasts, tickling the inside of her ear and digging into her belly button. No matter how much she thrashed, they were determined to wring every last drop of laughter out of her. Having seen his fill, Jacob nodded graciously. “Thank you, Mrs. Harmond. I will get out of your way.” He turned to find Fleure as Mrs. Harmond curtsied again. It wouldn’t do to upset the staff; Mrs. Harmond’s brilliant mind might turn from tormenting captive ‘guests’ to making his own life less pleasant.
December 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM
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Day 7 of Christmas at the Manor is "Mistletoe / Decor", and what decoration could be better than a lovely shoe-shining station at the entrance to the manor, so that all of the partygoers can have nice clean shoes indoors?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm
“Is the rest of the decor in place?” Jacob asked, turning back to Mr. Grinn. “Yes, sir. Right this way.” Mr. Grinn led Jacob to the foyer, where another young woman was installed. This one was an athletic-looking Arabic woman in her late 20s, with a narrow face and thin glasses, looking miserable as she diligently worked her tongue over a pair of snow-encrusted shoes on the ground. She was on her elbows and knees, her limbs and hands bound in festive ribbons, with a red dog collar with a small Christmas bell hanging from it around her neck. A chain ran from the leash to a hook on the wall, ensuring that she couldn’t wander far. The woman was also wearing a woven crown of mistletoe, the white flowers brilliant against her dark and frizzy hair. Otherwise, like most of the decor in Ashworthy’s home, she was naked, her breasts rubbing against the floor and her ass in the air as she worked. “The crown is woven from sprigs from the plant you were gifted last year,” Mr. Grinn explained, standing over the girl without bothering to look at her. “The must kiss and lick anything placed in front of their mouth. She can’t stop until it is removed.” He picked up the shoes, and the woman sagged and sobbed with relief. “Pl -nng!” She gasped, twitching as the collar delivered a punishing shock. “Decor does not speak,” Mr. Grimm said. “She will clean our guests’ shoes as they arrive, then wait to be used.” Jacob watched the wreathe with pleasure. He stepped forward just enough for his own shoe to be close to the woman’s head, and she began to kiss it with another muffled sob. “And the plant isn’t damaged?” “No sir,” Grinn confirmed. “We should be able to do this every year. Perhaps with the same woman.” “Wonderful,” Jacob said. “What a delightfully resilient artifact.”
December 19, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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if tumblr dies I need this video to make it's seasonal rotation here instead just in case, Happy holidays 🎄
December 18, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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On to Day 6 of Christmas at the Manor, as we introduce the Stocking Stuffer for "Wrapped / Ribbon". Anyone want to volunteer for next year's offering?

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwwriting
Continuing his tour, Jacob paused at the Christmas tree in the front hall, decorated with shining lights and piled high with presents. He smiled as he looked over the largest of the presents. “I see that the special gift arrived safely,” he said. “Of course, Mr. Ashworthy,” Mr. Grinn said. “We retrieved her earlier this morning.” Lying under the tree was a small, slender woman, covered head to toe in bright red ribbons. She was wrapped so tight that it was clear the woman was naked, the ribbons pressed so tightly around her breasts that they were ballooned outward before being wrapped further, her arms pinning in a vicious reverse prayer behind her back and her legs in a brutal frogtie. Even her head was completely covered, no hint of skin or hair showing, and only a faint depression where her mouth was desperately trying to pull in air. The tight ribbons kept her from wriggling, but her body twitched faintly from her attempts to move. Jacob knew that there was even more going on. The Stocking Stuffer was a particularly vicious living ribbon, an artifact that he had acquired decades ago and still loved to watch. It could regulate its victim’s air, shifting its layers just enough to keep them struggling for breath, tying tightly around their waist like a corset, and constantly adjusting pressure to create agonizing squeezing sensations over the breasts, stomach, and head of its prey. Curled ribbons were even running up into the woman’s ass and crotch, tickling her from the inside as she struggled to breathe to add a haze of arousal to her nightmare. The woman was a habitual embezzler that Jacob had hired for this precise purpose. The ribbons had been left in her room, creeping out to ambush her as she emerged from the shower and leaving her in a panic of uncertainty and torment overnight. Now she was properly placed under the tree, ready to be given away as a gift. “Beautiful as always,” he breathed with a smile, watching the ribbons at work.
December 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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March 13, 2025 at 12:17 PM
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Day 5 of Christmas at the Manor continues Kinkmas with another dark twist in "Snowman/Elf". We can say hi to another permanent staff member and learn about the manor's compensation policies, which may come as cold comfort to this mall elf...

#12DaysKinkmas #bdsm #nsfwwriting
“Ah, Mr. Grinn.” Jacob paused at the bottom of the stairs, nodding to his butler. The gaunt man was standing in front of one of the secret doors normally concealed behind a tapestry. “How is our latest acquisition?” “Well, Master Ashworthy, I would say that there must have been some magic in that old silk hat you found,” Mr. Grinn said without a hint of a smile. “Perhaps you would care to take a look.” Jacob stepped up beside him, looking into the small display room that was saved for more aggressive collection pieces. There were two beings inside. The first was a young pale-skinned woman with fiery red hair, wearing a jaunty elf cap with a bell on the end, long red-and-green striped stockings, and a green jacket and miniskirt. Her jacket was unbuttoned and lying open, and the bra underneath it had been torn off and was lying on the ground. A massive snowman with a black felt hat had the woman in its grasp, snowy hands wrapped around her shoulders and holding her tight against him. He was thrusting into her with a massive round carrot taking on the role of a penis. Icy hands played with her nipples, slowly melting as they teased and tormented her. The girl was screaming and thrashing in the snowman’s grasp, desperately and helplessly trying to escape. “And the girl is…?” “A seasonal employee acquired from a local mall,” Mr. Grinn said dispassionately. “Disposable, but sufficient to calibrate for the performance tonight. I believe that my calculations are accurate, of course, and that the snowman will melt before doing any significant harm from the cold… but it would not do to damage a skilled performer.” “Very wise, Mr. Grinn. Assuming she doesn’t suffer permanent damage, make sure to compensate her before you send her on her way.” Mr. Grinn nodded, expressionless. “Of course, Master Ashworthy.”
December 17, 2025 at 5:00 PM