This is a story I wrote a few months back. It does have themes of non-consent, humiliation, some bondage, and other similar themes. It also has a fictions device my mind created to make choking in this story easier. This device doesn’t exist. Similar existing devices should
NOT be used for safe choking practices.
With that being said, sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy.
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At work you’ve heard about a private party going on, something that you hear only in whispers. It catches your attention because the whispers imply something risqué. You don’t know who is throwing the party, but it sounds like it may be run by one of the bank’s executives.
You can’t get the thought out of your head and you try your hardest to catch a whisper about who is throwing the event, or maybe where you can get a ticket.
After dinner, you mindlessly wash dishes, still not able to get the idea out of your mind. Your phone rings, it’s Tim. “Hey man, I had a thing I was going to go to tonight, something strange. Thing is, I’m with Jeanine now, so I’m gonna cancel. You interested in going?”