A friend of mine told me that I might find woman who find the following scenarios interesting.
Perhaps one will contact me to investigate one of these in chat or ask me to make up another which is even more interesting to them. Maybe with something about the story that is even more personal to them so that it has intimate meaning.
Jerry
1)
You awake, your face pressed against steel bars. You move to stand, finding that you are in a three by six foot jail cell. The only door leading not to a hall way but to another larger jail cell. In it you see a comfortable couch, sink and semi private shower. A small kitchenette and a very comfortable bed. The cell in which you are now, by contrast, has nothing, not even a seat on which to sit.
A note taped to the hard steel bars of the door reads simply. "You will remain where you are until you willingly and with out hesitation remove all of your clothing. When you are naked the door will open allowing you access to the more comfortable accommodations and a man will come by to explain to you how long you will be here and what will be done to you while you are here.
2)
Half of the people in the room are rich gamblers and the other half have come to gamble with one month of their own freedom. You are the latter. You are dressed in tight jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, tails tied at your midriff. Your full breasts nearly pushing the top apart to reveal the full round bulge around your nipples.
A gambler approaches you from behind and claims your wager. You may not refuse. These are the rules. He will play a hand against the house. If he wins his hand, you will be at his disposal for thirty days. If he loses, you take home the money which he has already placed with the house.
He walks toward the table, taking you with him by the hand. You stand beside the table and watch the cards as his hand is dealt. The use of your body is in the fate of those cards. You begin to wonder what it would feel like to be owned for a month. You wonder how it might feel to be ordered to strip your clothing off in front of a house party full of guests and know that if those cards do not win this hand, you must comply and remove your clothes and provide your naked body for the inspection of strangers.
You feel a shudder and just the slightest wetness between your legs when the thought of being unable to refuse the instruction to open your legs for the man who has won the use of your body for thirty days.
Perhaps one will contact me to investigate one of these in chat or ask me to make up another which is even more interesting to them. Maybe with something about the story that is even more personal to them so that it has intimate meaning.
Jerry
1)
You awake, your face pressed against steel bars. You move to stand, finding that you are in a three by six foot jail cell. The only door leading not to a hall way but to another larger jail cell. In it you see a comfortable couch, sink and semi private shower. A small kitchenette and a very comfortable bed. The cell in which you are now, by contrast, has nothing, not even a seat on which to sit.
A note taped to the hard steel bars of the door reads simply. "You will remain where you are until you willingly and with out hesitation remove all of your clothing. When you are naked the door will open allowing you access to the more comfortable accommodations and a man will come by to explain to you how long you will be here and what will be done to you while you are here.
2)
Half of the people in the room are rich gamblers and the other half have come to gamble with one month of their own freedom. You are the latter. You are dressed in tight jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, tails tied at your midriff. Your full breasts nearly pushing the top apart to reveal the full round bulge around your nipples.
A gambler approaches you from behind and claims your wager. You may not refuse. These are the rules. He will play a hand against the house. If he wins his hand, you will be at his disposal for thirty days. If he loses, you take home the money which he has already placed with the house.
He walks toward the table, taking you with him by the hand. You stand beside the table and watch the cards as his hand is dealt. The use of your body is in the fate of those cards. You begin to wonder what it would feel like to be owned for a month. You wonder how it might feel to be ordered to strip your clothing off in front of a house party full of guests and know that if those cards do not win this hand, you must comply and remove your clothes and provide your naked body for the inspection of strangers.
You feel a shudder and just the slightest wetness between your legs when the thought of being unable to refuse the instruction to open your legs for the man who has won the use of your body for thirty days.
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