For a few painfully awkward seconds, Hannah kept her face between her legs, spreading her buttocks while grinning stupidly. Then, Louisa snapped at her. “Stand up, you stupid whore. The recording is done.” Hannah extricated her head and turned back to face Louisa. As the adrenaline wore off, she was struck by a wave of embarrassment. She had just performed naked for an audience of everyone on her phone, meaning that her f...
I found myself naked, erect, sitting on a couch, in front of a handful of art students. Darlene was curled up on the couch, away from the artists, her head and blond hair on my lap. She had just had an explosive orgasm, spread open in front of the crowd, held by me with my finger deep inside her. Was she humiliated? Likely. Was she exhausted? Probably. Was she happy? Clearly. Was she finished? Not a chance. Then one of th...
Janice and Audrey were both very annoyed as they walked up to the entrance to the Charm School, having been sent there by a Court Order because they had unfairly harassed two much younger females who were in their teams at the office. Harassment of the type that they did, which included making comments about the size of their breasts, and fondling them both, got them reported to HR who had no choice but to refer the matte...
Christy was livid. She paced back and forth in her office, replaying the events of the meeting in her mind. Fucking James. He’d always been an insufferable prick, but now he was putting her team at risk. Pausing by the window, she tried to allow the familiar view of downtown to calm her. Dark clouds rolled overhead. Neon signs and streetlights reflected in the wet streets. Cars slowly crossed the bridge. She could be head...
This is meant to be an audio-only post (See Author's Notes) but I'm posting the "script" below since I have to put something here. P.S. As of this writing {September 2024) I'm looking for a new online submissive. If interested, please visit my Profile page before contacting me. -------------------------------------------------------------- Ah, alone at last, darling. Give me a hug. I thought that reception was going to go...
This morning, we look like any other couple. Bryan lets me have breakfast at the dinner table with him. Of course, I'm still naked except for my submissive collar. I have to admit, I can't imagine not wearing it. I almost want to ask Bryan if he'll let me keep it. I already know that's a bad idea. This collar is a symbol that I belong to him. I'll have to take it off when I go back to my husband. After all, it's not as if...
“I don’t know I want to do this,” Hannah said, as her mother maneuvered the twenty-year-old sedan towards the Wilshire Boulevard tower of gleaming glass. Without looking away from the downtown LA traffic, Jane responded, “Honey, if you want to keep your aid money and scholarship, you know you need a work-study. Millions of girls do this. And I worked so hard to find this fancy agency to make sure you’re in good hands—do y...
Lucas eagerly anticipated the barbecue that evening, a pulse of excitement running through him as he selected his sharpest shirt and trousers, making sure every detail was just right. He took his time, carefully smoothing the fabric before reaching for his cologne, the scent subtly intoxicating as it lingered in the air. He knew he had to make an impression tonight—after all, Klara would be there. Klara was more than just...
“Sir? You told me when someone named Ameline called to come get you? I know you’re in the middle of the meeting but you said she’d only call if it was urgent and--” “Thank you. You are exactly right. Please pardon me for a few moments, gentlemen, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” CEO Günter Midas Schuler excused himself to his corner office and picked up the phone. “Yes?” “Sir?” Hearing her voice on the other line...
My wife Mary, used to be a cheerleader in High School. When we got married, she was twenty-eight years old, and I was 30. We had both been married before and now were newly remarried. That learning curve was brutal for both of us. As the years have gone by, Mary has become more assertive, more determined to control things, and I became more accommodating. We are a match made in some sort of sexual social laboratory. Last...
The implication was clear. She wanted to be noticed, wanted to be desired, wanted to be taken by these men, just as she had been earlier. The jealousy and humiliation churned within me, but so did the arousal, the sick, perverse desire to see her in that role, to watch as she flaunted herself for others. Sarah’s gaze never wavered as she took another sip of her coffee, her eyes boring into mine, daring me to say something...
“You ever thought about doing some art modeling?” “What? What sort? And not really,” I responded. Darleene replied, “Nude. There is an ad here in our local ‘Nextdoor’ app. Some woman locally seems to do art lessons here in Tampa and is advertising for models. Individual or couples. Ideally mature.” “Well, we certainly qualify. How do they pay?” “Says $20 per hour. Nice but not worth it unless we really want to do it.” “Oh...
My breath strains: body tied, gagged and splayed. Condensed milk drips down my hair and over my ruined stockings while spittle rattles out the air holes of my oblong gag. The foldable chair squeaks as I struggle against the twine binding my wrists tight behind my back. In front of me, my Miss towers over my helpless body, steel-toed combat boots clacking over the hardwood floor. All the while, my cellphone buzzes loudly a...
It was Thursday afternoon, Victoria, who was seventeen, and in her college uniform of a green and white short-sleeved dress and white ankle socks, walked up the pathway to Mrs Beckett's house with the intention of giving her the second performance review about Alice. The review was being held under the Parents Participation Scheme. Mrs Beckett was involved as Alice was her granddaughter but staying with her whilst her par...
I knocked on the bedroom door that Saturday morning, a gesture that had become more habitual than necessary. The sound of laughter and soft murmurs seeped through the wood, a reminder of the life we had chosen, though at times, it felt like it had chosen us. My hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment before I turned it, stepping into the room. There she was—Sarah, my wife, entwined in the arms of her lover from the Fri...
