The Stewardess

The girl walked onto the plane past a smiling stewardess who greeted her.

The girl wore a red and black plaid skirt over dark red leggings and a faded gray t-shirt with a cartoon pair of lips on the chest. Her black four inch platform heels were a little scuffed. She wore a small black collar cinched tightly at her throat.

Her heels had criss-crossing leather straps. She glanced down to see they were untied. While working the leather straps she quickly noticed her un-ladylike position with her backside exposed to the stewardess. With a small smile and a blush she took a knee to finish. Glancing back quickly, the stewardess didn’t seem to notice.

She sat down in the window seat with only empty seats near her. Her leggings were thinner than she expected. She braced her arms on the seats in front of her to adjust her rear. She began crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was restless.

The Orgy Planner [MF][voy][swingers]

Night fell fast on the second day of the Miami Key Club. The party I’m hosting in this rented mansion is a four day sexual retreat organized by the sex party website that employs me. So far, everything was running smoothly. Tomorrow night is the key party followed by our grand finale, a Roman orgy. With this being my first time hosting such an event, I had a lot on my plate, but for now, I was busy herding the last two of our thirty guests into the pool house where our dungeon master, Don, had set up the sex swing. Earlier that day, as we turned the pool house into a dungeon, I had inspected his assembly work, shaking the wooden frame to make sure it was sturdy. The black leather hammock sex swing, suspended four feet off the air, swayed in its frame by thick iron chain that jingled like a playground swing. I hope the guests like it.

Chapter 1 of “The Black Chapel” [MF] by Marilyn Cruise

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I think I heard somewhere that there are no wrong turns in life, that everything you go through and every path you take is nothing but a learning experience on an unexpected path. I doubt whoever said such a ridiculous thing had ever heard of me, because if they had, clearly, they’d see that my job is nothing but a very wrong and very degrading turn.

Well, degrading doesn’t even scratch the surface of it. Quite frankly, I’m disgusted with myself. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not a regular saint, by any means. I can’t even remember the last time I went to church or prayed.
Not that I don’t believe in Him, it’s just I don’t have the time to commit myself to such matters when my entire ship is going down. And although I work at a place called The Black Chapel, it isn’t your regular place of worship.
It’s a strip club.

The Black Chapel is really hopping tonight. The twenty or so girls working here are yapping and laughing, and the air is inundated with hairspray and rich perfume.

(Request) Squeaky Clean

Posted this to r/dirtywritingprompts already, but things seemed a little slow…

So here’s my request, I know it’ll seem strange… I have a thing for someone getting forcibly cleaned, think getting run through an automatic car wash… Setup: a cruel dominatrix has a session that ends up getting her sub dirty(mud, paint,food, be creative) . Wanting him/her clean, and also wanting to cause pain/humiliation/both, she opts to to truss him/her up and send them on a (or several) trip(s) through an automatic car wash. I would love detail as much as possible.