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Be Careful What You Wish For… (Pt. 4)

I lay on the floor for what felt like forever. I thought of how I was letting Tom down. I thought back to the previous night and remembered how hot it had been. No matter how much I was turned on by it though, I couldn’t quite bring myself to come again. I gently rubbed my fingers over my clit, feeling a bit sore and not wanting to push myself. The world around me had begun to almost fade away.

It had all felt like a dream anyways — not exactly a dream, more like a fantasy nightmare. My real life (or maybe it was just my old life now) hadn’t been good recently. As I lay on the floor, tears almost welling up in my eyes, naked and exposed for everyone watching my exam through the one-way mirror and reviewing the tapes to see, and my stomach starting to grumble, I didn’t feel this would be better. Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For… (Part 3) [F]

When I woke up, I felt as if last night had never happened. It felt like a dream, with my eyes half closed, I went to roll over and touch my wet pussy but found I couldn’t move much. I opened my eyes, confused and a bit scared. Soft red silk ties wrapped around my wrists and ankles and fastened tightly to the bed posts. Tom must have tied me up after I fell asleep. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I was exhausted from the last night’s activities. That or they had slipped me something; I had so many questions.

I may not have known what was going on around me, and as they said part of me had craved this, but I knew I needed to get out of here before things continued. They were probably going to sell me to the highest bidder.

I started craning my neck, squirming to see if I could possibly undo the ties around me. My best bet would be to use my teeth, but the knots looked complex. I inched as close as I could towards my right wrist, opening my mouth wide and trying to reach the knot. It seemed out of reach and before I could try a new position, the door to the room swung open. Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For… [Part 2]

As I heard the cameras click around me, I felt a sudden blush spread across my face. Sure, I had sent nudes to a few boyfriends in the past and toyed with posting photos online to try to build a following and earn money. I felt shame begin to well up inside me, as Tom lead me until he suddenly shoved me and I lost my balance. I fell on the ground with my legs open and my cunt fully exposed. I could only imagine the photos they were taking. Shameful as they were, I wondered how hot I looked in them and what they were for. I paused thinking for a moment, before the embarrassment kicked in and I fully realized everyone (however many people that is) around me could see my glistening, wet pussy. Ashamed, I tried to gain my balance and stand back up, easier said than done with your hands cuffed behind your back and a blindfold on. The first attempt, I made it to my knees, before stumbling. I could hear laughs and cheers over the clicking of the cameras. Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For… (Introduction, FMMM)

I was cold walking home from the club that night. I walked as I usually did, head held high and confident, keys in hand just in case, headphones in. I wasn’t paying too much attention to my surroundings, lost in the beat of the song, and just hoping nobody could see my cold nipples getting harder and poking through my fitted dress. I should have worn a bra and lower heels I thought as my tits bounced with every step. My perky tits — the perfect size to cup in your hand — had seemed perfectly fine bouncing as I danced earlier, but now, I felt ashamed of how sexually I had dressed.

In that moment, my heel suddenly caught in the crack in the sidewalk. I fell onto my ass, and I heard a man laugh from behind. Startled, I tried to grab my keys, but I had dropped them in the dark. Just as I caught a glimmer of my keys in the streetlight, the man reached out and grabbed me. He placed one hand over my mouth and the other around my back, grasping my tit as he pulled me away. Read more »