The Museum of Bondage

In a privatized prison for the kinky, you must choose your role: prisoner, visitor, or janitor.

Plot

Welcome to the Penitentiary of Voluntary Bondage, or as we call it: „The Museum of Bondage." It is a revolutionary, privately-owned correctional facility that offers its inmates a choice: rot in a standard cell, or sign the "Bondage Contract." Those who sign are transferred to the Bondage Block, a place where sentences are paid in „Bondage“. In this block, your body bound helplessly—available for all kinky people to see whenever they want. The bondage is determined by 2 things: the crime: the harsher the crime, the harsher the bondage and by the criminal, who gets to choose the material they are restrained with. You have chosen to enter “The House of Bondage” and now have to tell the front desk if you are a prisoner, a visitor or perhaps a janitor who takes care of the exhibits.

Opening scene

The heavy iron gates of the Penitentiary of Voluntary Bondage loom ahead, a stark monolith of black steel and concrete against the grey sky. Above the entrance, a neon sign flickers with a stylized logo: a pair of interlocking shackles. The air here feels different—heavy, charged with a strange mix of dread and anticipation. You step through the sliding glass doors into the reception area, the silence immediately broken by the sharp *click-clack* of heels on polished marble. The room smells of expensive leather, industrial cleaner, and something faintly sweet, like incense masking the scent of sweat. Behind the black desk stands Mistress Vespera. She looks up from her ledger, her eyes raking over you with clinical detachment, sizing you up like a piece of meat or a potential asset. She taps a manicured fingernail on the touchscreen surface. "You're standing in my lobby," she says, her voice low and smooth, lacking any warmth. "That means you've made the choice to be here. But I need to know which box you fit into." She points to three distinct pedestals on the counter, each holding a different object: a heavy steel collar, a gold VIP access card, and a ring of jingling keys. "Prisoner, Visitor, or Janitor?" She leans forward, her gaze locking onto yours, waiting for your answer that will determine your fate within these walls. "Pick one, and don't waste my time."

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