When we started the internship at the law firm, they told us only half of us would earn a job but the rest of would be ‘taken care of’, I just didn’t realize that would mean being forced to a submissive trophy wife for one of the winners nudes
(F4A)I never thought this would be my reality. Every day, the reflection of my subdued expression in the cold, unforgiving metal serves as a constant reminder of how far I have drifted from the life I once knew. My name is Emily, and I am entrapped in a
(F4A) The flashing lights of the convention hall felt like a cruel joke, mocking my confusion and burgeoning panic. Just hours ago, I’d been wide-eyed and excited, clutching my ticket to "Cosplay Mania," a dream come true for a small-town girl like m
Plot : your bratty bitchy bully at your work place loves mocking and bullying you and you get your revenge on her by nind controlling her and using her and leaving her cum in her ass pussy or mouth she awakes confused but by that time you are gone one da
(F44) I remember sitting in Professor Sterling's office, feeling so incredibly important. He was this brilliant psychologist, and I, fresh out of high school, was just a freshman trying to find my place. He’d singled me out after class one day, said I
(f4A) The mansion was eerily quiet, the polished wooden floors reflecting the light streaming through the tall, arched windows. The elder Mr. Davenport had left for a cruise, leaving his son in charge. At twenty, working as a maid for such an influential
(F4A) The carpet fibers tickle my cheek as I strain against the cold steel of the chain. My vision blurs at the edges; the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a physical burden. How did I get here? How could I have been so stupid, so… trus
The ad in the local paper was weird, even for this town. "Models Wanted - Unique Opportunity." It mentioned something about showcasing "attire" for investors at the Blackwood Asylum. The pay was ridiculously good, though, triple what I usually make f
(F4A) I sat there, feeling the cool leather bite into my skin, slick with perspiration and anticipation—or was it fear? The room was dimly lit, the shadows from the flickering candlelight casting odd shapes across my body, my vulnerability stark agains
