(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) As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me came into focus, though it felt surreal and distorted. The last thing I remembered was the soothing sensation of warm oil being rubbed into my skin, the gentle pressure of skilled hands kneadi
(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) I lay on my stomach, the bedspread beneath me a glaring contrast to the horrific situation I find myself in. The red fabric feels soft against my skin, almost mocking me with its comfort while every fiber of my being strains against the brutal real
(F/A) My photography teacher, who I must admit I had a huge crush on, approached me for help in exchange for extra credits. He needed help with a project and wanted me as the model for the shoot. I agreed not realising what I was getting myself into.
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
Daddy woke up in the middle of the night feeling insatiably hungry. His lust for my slutty pussy drove him to drag me to the basement like the little bitch I am, and tie me up real good - To show me who really is in charge here. I was such a dumb cunt to
(F4A) The heavy iron cuffs bit into my wrists, linked by a thick chain that felt like a lead weight dragging me down. My ankles were similarly bound, the cold metal a constant reminder of my helplessness. Twenty-six years old, and here I was, kneeling on
(F4A) It seemed like such a reasonable suggestion at the time, almost... educational. Mistress Elena, with her sharp features, raven hair pulled back severely, and commanding presence clad in tight black leather, had visited my chambers earlier. She spok
