It was early Tuesday Morning, and Chloe was in the office a good 50 minutes earlier than normal. Yesterday evening, Andy had given her a task, when she was given it she had no idea how to complete it. After a lot of thought last night she was ready. The task was to film herself completely naked in 3 public places. If she was caught or found out, she would be punished.
The alleyway between two brick buildings was unremarkable, hidden behind a torn-open section of chain-link fence. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall.
As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, the quiet, empty street met with some company; a handful of men arrived, ducking through the hole in the fence to mull around by the dumpster.
WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death.
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I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My specialty is sculptures, often in plastic, and often in bright colors. It is not the kind of art that usually leads to public recognition, but I was very lucky to cause a major scandal two years ago in Berlin.
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
If you have not read part 1, I would recommend going back and reading it now.
It had been over a week now since I last saw Luke. He had all the control now as I did not get his number in return. Work had been stressing me out more then ever and I needed some release. I would pleasure myself every night but it did not have the same effect that a night with Luke did.
The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished.
This is one of my older stories, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: "'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it." Well she liked it alright, so much that she couldn't stop playing with it, so she put a ring on it; her lover's clit, to be exact. Now, through use of a remote control app on her phone, she can play with it whenever she likes.
This chapter is a collaboration between me and another author named ViWriter. When the characters go to different locations, he writes Kelly's perspective and I write Julia's. The ∞ symbol indicates switching perspective.
Contains: doing things in public, orgasm control/denial, gentle dom/sub.
She unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, sighing to see everything dark and empty. Only one more day. She set down her purse and turned to lock the door.
Cal turned his back and walked back into the hallway, he heard Lara close the door after a minute and follow behind. The first thing he did was to grab Lara's phone and make sure to turn it off and put it on the table.
'No more recording things in hiding and getting me in trouble. But she wants to bet huh, wonder what other tricks she has up her sleeve.
I enjoy pushing my boytoy to the limit. The other night I spent all evening teasing him and making his balls fuller and fuller, using different parts of his body to make myself cum, but not letting him cum, or even touch his aching cock.
I used him over and over again, until it was time to get ready to go out. Just before we went out for a drink with friends, I tied a piece of string around his balls, pulled it nice and tight - I like it when it really cuts into the skin - and then made him cut a hole in his pocket and thread it through.
Sometimes when you wake up and realize ... this is my life ...you sort of smile. One of those days for me was March 24, 2009. I looked over at her sleeping form as she was softly breathing. I relaxed for a bit and caught a bit of laughter as it formed in my throat. I licked my lips and thought about what a nice birthday she was gonna have today.
I saw her as soon as she walked onto the train platform. Gorgeous, petite, and fair skinned... Long, fine blonde hair... Very typical Dutch girl. She must have also just come off a long haul flight like me. She was dressed almost in pajamas -- two tight camisole tops in different colors and a pair of stretchy, checkered, capri pants that were almost painted on. Her whole body was that of a lean, young girl -- small, perky breasts pressed together to create some cleavage where otherwise there would be none, just a glimpse of taut abs where her shirts ended and her pants began, and firm legs probably toned from years of riding bicycles everywhere.
*This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended please do not read.
**This is my first attempt at submitting a story here. While I may try writing up some fantasies later on, this one is a true account of my recent Spring Break trip. Some names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. Please feel free to send me any feedback, I'd love to hear it.
Nick was waiting at the theatre. Those people that knew him would not be surprised. As a director Nick seemed to spend half (if not more) of his life in the theatre. His friends joked that half the time he slept there and probably ate and had sex there. If only they knew the truth.
However tonight was different. He was working on a new production, something a little bit more risqué than his previous works but it was good to branch out.