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Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 1
Leila woke up and looked at the clock by her bed. A few minutes past half-past nine. David was going to pick her up shortly. She thought back to Wednesday. She had gone with him to a strip bar. And David and Cyndi had stripped her naked. Stark naked, except for her shoes, and shoes don't count. They not only stripped her, they shredded her clothes, so she couldn't possibly get them back. She remembered the long walk to his car, the drive home, the stop...
Leila had spent the morning cleaning her apartment. It was now nearly two weeks since she had first met David. She could hardly believe that she remembered the day she now thought of as "naked Friday" almost fondly. She still blushed occasionally when she thought of the six hours she had spent nude in public.
She reviewed the dates she had had with him since. The first date was Saturday evening, the very day after. He had taken her to the revolving restaurant on the tower. He had been...
In a small house in the middle of this former factory town, there was not a sound on this dark December morning except for the soft buzz of the fluorescent light in the upstairs bathroom. Behind the closed door, there was a naked 18-year-old college freshman, home for Christmas break, looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the inside of the door.
She was not naked by choice. She simply did not own any clothes, and she was forbidden to wear any. For the last four months she had been forced...
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, she would be with friends. It would be nice to catch up on things. She could sit demurely in the corner of Charlene's old couch with her legs crossed. They wouldn't see much once she sat down. It would be almost like wearing a bikini, weird enough though that might be at a Christmas party.
She exhaled in resignation and got out to dry herself off.
Charlene's house was three blocks from Tami's. The naked girl took the darkest, most...
The beat of the bass guitar, the drum pounding, the rhythm of the music pulsed as though at one with Sandys body. She closed her eyes. Holding a hot iron away form her and the ironing board Sandy spread her knees squatting as she swayed, her hips rolling from side to side. One, two, three to the beat she bounced her bottom. Sandy stood, smiled and pressed the next sleeve of Jacks shirt. She felt a bit randy today. Dancing made her feel nasty, good nasty. Passions flushed warm in her sex. She...
"Mrs. Johnson! Mrs. Johnson! Let's go. We've got a different program for you
today!" She moved wearily, looking up at Clarence, standing beside her cot.
What time was it? She didn't know. It was daylight, she could see, but it
seemed quite early.
Clarence immediately enlightened her. "It's six A.M. I have a change in
program for you. You're still going to be exhibited today, with the required
discomforts, but we're going to make it a bit different. You won't be going to
the exhibition...
Es handelt sich um eine fiktionale Geschichte. Wer ein Problem mit Erniedrigung, Erpressung, sexuelle Übergriffe etc. hat sollte diese Geschichte nicht lesen.Über Feedback würde ich mich freuen.Part 1Part 2Viel spaß beim Lesen und bleibt Gesund :)A Room Comes with a Cost: Part 3The clock on the microwave glowed 11:47 PM, casting a sickly green light over the kitchen table where Mike sat nursing his third whiskey. The house was quiet... too quiet after the storm of the evening. Sarah's door had clicked...
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