Party, Jealousy, and Submission Between Friends
We pretended to be a couple to avoid creeps, but alcohol, jealousy, and friction led us across a line I could no longer deny.
We pretended to be a couple to avoid creeps, but alcohol, jealousy, and friction led us across a line I could no longer deny.
When she agreed to let me test her before her first date, I knew there was no turning back.
I was only going to sell him a wet thong, but when he gave me his first order, I was already spread-legged, trembling, and eager to obey.
When I knelt before her, I thought I could take it. Half an hour later, her foot was on my face, and I no longer knew where my will ended.
The smell between my thighs already had me burning, but I never imagined who would use that fetish to bring me to my knees.
At the gallery, I pretended to have everything under control—until a stranger ordered me to put down my glass and obey.
When he closed the study door and ordered me to look at myself in the glass, I knew I wouldn't leave that night unscathed.
I had barely closed the door when he turned me around, blindfolded me, and ordered me to obey without asking a single question.
It began with absurd orders at the office and ended with me spread for clients, strangers, and unforgettable parties.
The moment he dropped him at his building, he knew he wouldn’t make it home without touching himself. He parked in the first dark spot he found and lowered his hand to the bulge in his trousers.
It began with an order in front of the mirror and ended on his knees, spreading his legs and begging me to take him much further.
After that first blowjob in the car, I knew he wouldn’t bring me a quiet romance, but an increasingly heated obsession.
I had swallowed his insults for two years. That afternoon I found the file that changed everything—and knew exactly how I would make him pay for every humiliation.
He expected a voluptuous, experienced lady; instead, he got a petite, quiet wife. That night, she decided to show him how badly he had misjudged her.
I was twenty-four and thought I knew what I liked, until that mature man looked at me from across the kitchen and everything fell apart.
I dressed to provoke him, certain that this time I would be in control. I never imagined one look from him would be enough to bring all my confidence crashing down.
I met her at the hotel bar: elegant, short blond hair, and a smile that had already decided what would happen to me. I never imagined why she had chosen me.
He was tall, funny, and not my type at all. But that morning I got into his car knowing I was heading straight for trouble—and I didn’t regret it.
I prepared breakfast on all fours so I wouldn't wake her. I never imagined that before nightfall she'd explain, smiling, that I was merely her investment.
I had been Renata only at night for months, until he held my gaze in the street as if he knew exactly what I was hiding beneath my coat.