There were two types of people on this website, wealthy men and beautiful women. The former would pay the latter to do whatever they wanted, and all of it was captured on film.
I needed money to pay the bills, that’s why I signed up. I found out about the website through a friend who found her fortune in it, but I never believed her when she said that she wasn’t in it for the money. She was in it for the thrill.
He’s in my ear listening. He’s watching through the camera on my necklace. He’s giving me orders, and I’m obeying.
Right from the beginning I felt the thrill of obedience. He made it clear that he intends to push my limits, sending me out somewhere public and making me tease. Pushing me further and further, well outside my comfort zone.
I know this is coming to a head. I know where this is going to wind up. He’s going to ask me to do something I would never in a million years think to do myself. He’s going to push my limits to the very breaking point.
But I can’t help but say yes. I need to give in.
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“Stop walking and turn around,” he said, “That’s it. Good.”
I was standing in the hallway, blocked to view and ignored by most people. But the man across the way, middle-aged and bored looking until just now when I locked eyes with him. Now he sat forward and stared as if to confirm that the object of his fantasy had noticed him. Now he was one hundred percent engaged.
“Look at him across the way,” the voice in my ear went on, “Look at him staring at you, unable to look away. You have all of his attention right now. Think about what would happen if his wife came out and found him staring at you. Think about how much trouble he would be in. How much trouble you would be in.”
There was a blush rising in my cheeks, I’d never felt quite this exposed in my life and I’d definitely never loved it quite this much.
“Let’s give the man a show,” he said, and I could hear his smile, “Tease him just a little bit. Nothing too far. Don’t want to give the man a heart attack. Unbutton your shirt.”
I don’t know why I did it. It felt so wrong but I wanted to and I needed to. My hands went to my shirt entirely on their own and they began to unbutton.
I was still wearing a bra beneath this shirt, but still, I felt so goddamn exposed. I felt like the whole world could see me right now, like everyone was watching even though in actual fact it was only one man.
Looking at me with intensity in his eyes. Staring at me and consuming me whole. Unable to look away from me and unable to stop as my shirt fell loose and open and he took in all of me.
My toned stomach and the thrust of my hips. My full breasts and my plain but enticing bra. My cleavage practically spilling over me. My chest flush red and heaving as I took in breaths and bit my lip. My shudder as I felt his eyes consume me.
And then he started to move.
“Look at that,” he said, marveling as the man pressed to his feet and made his way purposefully across the mall to me, “Looks like that man doesn’t give a damn about his wife. Looks like he enjoyed the show and wants some more. Should I ask you to stay? Should I ask you to keep with him? Should I ask you to let him drag you further back into this hallways and push you down to your knees, to beg him to use your mouth and cum deep down your throat? Do you want that my dear? You do, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard, each of his words making it more and more difficult to deny things. My heart was racing and the world was in slow motion as I saw him approaching me, and I knew that all my mysterious benefactor needed to do was ask and I would give myself wholly over to the moment.
“Not yet,” he said in my ear, “Maybe soon but not yet. We’ll be late for our appointment if we don’t leave soon. Close your shirt and let’s go, out and to the left.”