(F4AplayingF)The studio lights were blinding. "Just a few more, darling," Veronica purred, her voice a silken promise that sent shivers down my spine, though not the pleasant kind. I tried to smile, to appear confident, but the heavy leather collar bit nudes
(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
(F4A) It was just… there. A big, plain brown box sitting on my doorstep when I got home from my part-time job. No return address, just my name and address printed clearly. Weird, but hey, maybe Mom ordered something? Still, curiosity gnawed at me. I’
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
(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
My first big task was go undercover to investigate financial crimes. I managed to get a job, working for the suspect, but one day, I was kidnapped leaving the office. When I woke up, I tied up at the suspect’s home. Apparently, he knew my identity the
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) The lights of the convention center glimmered around me, casting an almost magical glow. I stood there, bound to a sturdy pillar, the rough texture of the rope biting gently into my pale skin. My outfit—a seductive combination of leather lingerie
(F4A) Within the dimly lit basement, the rough edges of concrete pillars loom around me like silent sentinels. The industrial-style light hanging overhead casts an intense beam on my form, making the shadows dance on the unfinished walls. My breathing is
