Daisy Ridley Takes a Seat, Part 2 [FFFM][celeb][facesitting][fdom][oral][hint of footjob]

He lifted his head off of the seat again, looking at Emma Watson in front of him. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, her butt still pointed at his face.

“Good luck,” she smirked, and reached back to tug her pants out of her ass.

He watched her butt move under her dress pants as she marched away towards Madison. A few moments later, Daisy’s pretty face was looking down at him, glowing with one of her intimidatingly adorable smiles.

“I’m back! How’s my chair doing?”

She pushed his head down and started to straighten up.

“Did Emma treat you nicely?”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. In one quick motion, she turned around and sat down on him, causing his head to turn to the right as her magnificent buttocks pressed down on the side of his head. He held back a whimper as her plump ass moved this way and that, rubbing all over him as she got her feet onto the footrest and shifted into a more comfortable position. She was causing him all kinds of discomfort: his neck was starting to hurt, his face was becoming sore, and he had never needed to cum more badly in his life before. It felt like electricity was running through his body, causing his heart to shake in his chest. So why couldn’t he bring himself to push the button?

Daisy Ridley Takes a Seat, Part 1 [FFFM][celeb][facesitting][fdom][oral][hint of footjob]

The most beautiful people in the world are often in front of a camera, taking selfies, shooting movies, or filming interviews. These people are revered by some and recognized by all. Often, they have a large following of people, some looking up to them, admiring them for their success, and some lusting after them, salivating over their magnetic looks. Sometimes both. And whether these celebrities are aware of the secret thoughts and desires of the people looking at them or not, it can end up being quite useful when they are selling something.

Lifestyle Garden, a relatively small media network, covered the same things other media networks did, such as celebrities, movies, fashion, and pop culture. They had a youtube channel like the other youtube channels that put out entertainment and celebrity videos, and they had a website which posted stories on Tom Hiddleston’s new leg workout routine or why Kate Mara doesn’t like chocolate ice-cream. But Lifestyle Garden was able to rise above the rest in a relatively short amount of time by doing one thing: conducting interviews without an interviewer. That is, instead of an interviewer asking questions, they would let celebrities interview each other. Of course, the interviews still had a structure, and a producer from Lifestyle Garden was always there to guide things along, but this allowed the celebrities to use their charisma and humor more naturally, and it gave the videos a casual and relaxed feel.

Her Plaything: Chapter Two [Femdom] [Edging]

The next three days felt like the longest of his life.

Each night, he would start talking to Juliet on the phone at 7 PM. By the time 8 PM rolled around, he would be naked on his bed, edging his cock. His voice was weak and hers was strong. It seemed like she was taking great joy in keeping him at the edge of sexual relief for hours each night. As their nightly conversation ended, she would tell him to stop. He would do so, albeit reluctantly, and she would order him to not orgasm.

“Not yet,” She whispered through the speaker in his ear. “Soon, though. Go clean yourself up and I’ll talk to you tomorrow night.” With that, she would hang up.

The water of his building just wasn’t cold enough to suppress his desire for release. Every time he reached for his aching member to finish himself off, he hesitated. He didn’t have her permission to do that yet. So, he would soak himself in the cold water and go to bed naked, still hard as a rock. It began to affect him during the day. He found himself daydreaming about her voice and when he might meet her again. On the fourth day since she began to edge him, his balls most certainly blue and his member almost always hard, he received a text from her number. It was an address and an apartment number, followed by a single sentence.

“The Resistance” [Script offer, Hypnosis, Slavery, Caution, Interr, M-solo, Humil, Anal, Fdom, JOI, Bd, Ds, MF, Nc, Sm]

*This is a sequel to [“The Hive”](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/6ksskz/the_hive_any_gender_script_offer_hypnosis/), which Mistress Shibby was kind enough to do a [recording](https://old.reddit.com/r/ShibbySays/comments/75ixs7/f4a_the_hive_hypnosisbrainwashingslavedronehard/) of. Please let me know if you’re interested in commissioning work from me.*

 

Good evening, Subject 19. Welcome back to the Project. We’re a little short on time, so hurry up and get undressed. Tonight is going to be more than a simple scouting mission. You’ll be making contact with the local resistance. Risky, I know, but High Command has decided that you’re ready.

Are you naked? Good. Lie back and listen to my voice. I’ll count to ten and you’ll feel yourself floating.

One.

Two.

Three.

You feel the tension leaving your arms and legs.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Relaxation pours into you with every inward breath.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

You feel yourself floating, like you’re ever-so-slightly disconnected from your body. Very good. Now I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Let it take you away, away from your life in this reality. Follow it to another world, one not so dissimilar from the world you know. But with an important difference.

Her Plaything: Chapter One [MF] [Femdom] [Phone Sex]

The two of them had met nearly four months ago during a networking event. She was one of the people running the event. Her body had caught his eye, at first. Long, smooth legs clad in black stockings. A short skirt, just shy of being at a professional length. The tight, white blouse that left little to the imagination. Her blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of respectable glasses, set into a sharp face with short red hair framing her face. He had made his introductions, wanting nothing more than to be closer to her. She introduced herself to him as Juliet. Her charm and wit won him over within the hour and the two of them chatted together for nearly an hour. He wanted to stay with her, to keep talking to her, but she had to go. Before she did, she handed him her card and told him to call her tomorrow night. He agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement buried deep in his stomach.

He called her the next night as soon as he got home, 7 PM on the dot. She answered on the third ring.

A preview (F/F femdom)

I started writing my second ever “adult” story tonight, I think it’s going ok. Let me know what you think :)

You retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, set it down on the coffee table in front of me and sit down, all without looking at me once. Staring straight ahead, you run a casual hand along the length of the crevice between our bodies.

“Mmmm. I love leather.” Your eyes are searing embers when you say these words and turn to look at me.

Tonight’s Reward [MF] [Femdom] [Denial] [Light Bondage]

Tonight. Finally. After days and days of being denied, she will let him cum tonight. His mind flashes over the events of the past week. Two weeks? He can’t even remember at this point. Being edged repeatedly in all manner of ways: hands, mouth, toys, riding him first with her pussy then her excruciatingly tight ass while being told not to cum first, under penalty of whipping. Of course, as soon as she came once or twice she just slipped off him and walked away, leaving his cock throbbing, moments from release. It was maddening. He was forced to kneel in front of her, completely naked, while she played with herself for ages, cumming as much as she wanted and fucking herself with everything but his neglected shaft. Several times she rode his face until it was soaked, slapping his balls when he slowed, and giving him a few full, euphoric strokes as a reward each time she came on his tongue.

Daisy Maids [femdom][forced fem][sissification][blackmail][humiliation]

Kyle knew this assignment from Pur’n’Kleen would be different since Daisy answered the door that first day. And not just because she was a surprisingly high-paying client. Stepping through the threshold, it was obvious the three-story brownstone hosted much more *indecent* soirees than its neighbors. Various sex toys lay out in plain sight, strategically placed restraints hung discreetly from the walls, an array of whips, crops and paddles hung neatly in another room, and there were assorted fetish clothes and lingerie scattered all about.

As the job progressed, he became intimately familiar with the house layout and its contents. Each floor had a different general theme, each room catered to something more specific. He guessed Daisy was a *Madame*, and this was confirmed a few months later when the house was no longer empty while he cleaned. Now, it was no longer just a simple cleaning job. The sounds emanating from behind closed doors kept teasing his curiosity.

Occasionally a door was left ever so slightly ajar, a tantalizing invitation for him to peek. Or he’d linger just a bit too long when cleaning a recently used room. Despite the many distractions, he tried to only let his fantasies run wild *after* he’d finished for the day; he needed this job after all. But today had other surprises in store for him…

Looking for commissions.

I’m pretty open for the rest of the week so I’m looking to fill my time with some commissions. I do pretty well with stories that deal with themes like cuckoldry, femdom, bisexuality, crossdressing, and I especially like writing about first time experiences.

That being said, I’m pretty versatile so I’m open to writing practically anything. If anyone is interested, feel free to slide into my DMs.