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Captains Log..........Definitely NSFW

My latest obsession Captain.


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Thanks~ I trust I wouldn’t need to point out which, but, as promised:
Discussing the crucial business strategies of the company with an intern; it was a tempting offer I couldn’t have possibly turned down. That sly fox who ran the place, I’d always found something charming about him. Something about the assured manner he talked perhaps, the man had a habit of stealing my full attention whenever he spoke. Was a bit grumpy, however. All business and no fun. At least, he seemed to have finally agreed with my little observation, that the dynamism of the interns bolstered the work of the experienced. Backed it up. I was right about it, as I was going to discover soon. A fancy notepad and a pen, a bit of preening in the powder room, and an expression that hinted at a great eagerness to learn. Someone could learn a lot from those cocky higher-ups, when they didn’t mind sharing, that is. As asked, I was going to help him with the business tactics. Gladly so. It was an opportunity to prove my worth. Only in a sense that I couldn’t have expected. His room was orderly. Unlike what was on the computer screens. Figures, charts, and tables; I’ve always had trouble interpreting those. The little whiteboard he liked to scribble so much was unassumingly lying across his desk. Its stand was lonely, carried to the centre of the room. Broken, it seemed, as he was quick to share that unnecessary piece of information with me. Eager to be the valuable intern whom the boss discussed the company’s immediate plans, I was nodding at everything. Take your shoes off, intern? A bit odd, but sure. Unbutton the shirt, darling. Why, is it hot? Slacks off, girl. Huh? Well, he was kind enough to help me with those. All of a sudden, the room wasn’t so tidy, when my clothes lay on the floor. All of them, really. This assured way he spoke, or ordered in this case, he knew how to make himself heard. So, my tattoos. He ended up learning about them. And how I looked when I have nothing else to wear except them. A new use for the intern, a different way she can aid the company, what he had told me before calling me into his office. And I began to understand that he wasn’t talking about my so-called business skills. There I was, dumbfounded. And humbled. And very clothless. Not really knowing what to do. I was given a couple of, new items, to wear. Leather cuffs, for each of my ankles. Oh, and a collar too. A tripod had three legs, after all. My legs were tied to ones at the back. The top end of the third was linked to my collar. My collar, quite an odd thing to say. Anyhow, I fixed his stupid stand. With my very body. Rather, I became the stand. My breasts were bare as they faced the door ahead, like the rest of me, really. Certainly, the boss changed my understanding of the interns’ usefulness. It was a practical use, in this case. You see, he propped the whiteboard up against my back. And began to scribble. I braced the business strategies of the company. They were being planned right against my back. Oh, and apparently, he had this notion that board stands shouldn’t talk. And did something about it too. Perhaps, that’s why I’m talking so much right now. After this, experience? Don’t tell anyone, alright~
 
WaveVelour said:
Thanks~ I trust I wouldn’t need to point out which, but, as promised:
Discussing the crucial business strategies of the company with an intern; it was a tempting offer I couldn’t have possibly turned down. That sly fox who ran the place, I’d always found something charming about him. Something about the assured manner he talked perhaps, the man had a habit of stealing my full attention whenever he spoke. Was a bit grumpy, however. All business and no fun. At least, he seemed to have finally agreed with my little observation, that the dynamism of the interns bolstered the work of the experienced. Backed it up. I was right about it, as I was going to discover soon. A fancy notepad and a pen, a bit of preening in the powder room, and an expression that hinted at a great eagerness to learn. Someone could learn a lot from those cocky higher-ups, when they didn’t mind sharing, that is. As asked, I was going to help him with the business tactics. Gladly so. It was an opportunity to prove my worth. Only in a sense that I couldn’t have expected. His room was orderly. Unlike what was on the computer screens. Figures, charts, and tables; I’ve always had trouble interpreting those. The little whiteboard he liked to scribble so much was unassumingly lying across his desk. Its stand was lonely, carried to the centre of the room. Broken, it seemed, as he was quick to share that unnecessary piece of information with me. Eager to be the valuable intern whom the boss discussed the company’s immediate plans, I was nodding at everything. Take your shoes off, intern? A bit odd, but sure. Unbutton the shirt, darling. Why, is it hot? Slacks off, girl. Huh? Well, he was kind enough to help me with those. All of a sudden, the room wasn’t so tidy, when my clothes lay on the floor. All of them, really. This assured way he spoke, or ordered in this case, he knew how to make himself heard. So, my tattoos. He ended up learning about them. And how I looked when I have nothing else to wear except them. A new use for the intern, a different way she can aid the company, what he had told me before calling me into his office. And I began to understand that he wasn’t talking about my so-called business skills. There I was, dumbfounded. And humbled. And very clothless. Not really knowing what to do. I was given a couple of, new items, to wear. Leather cuffs, for each of my ankles. Oh, and a collar too. A tripod had three legs, after all. My legs were tied to ones at the back. The top end of the third was linked to my collar. My collar, quite an odd thing to say. Anyhow, I fixed his stupid stand. With my very body. Rather, I became the stand. My breasts were bare as they faced the door ahead, like the rest of me, really. Certainly, the boss changed my understanding of the interns’ usefulness. It was a practical use, in this case. You see, he propped the whiteboard up against my back. And began to scribble. I braced the business strategies of the company. They were being planned right against my back. Oh, and apparently, he had this notion that board stands shouldn’t talk. And did something about it too. Perhaps, that’s why I’m talking so much right now. After this, experience? Don’t tell anyone, alright~
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WV,
Thank you for your contribution. It is always fun when someone takes an image or idea and runs with it.
 
Shall we play with a little public exposure?

In the past we have touched on "forced" public exposure, what about a willing sub?

Does this work for you or do you prefer more of a BDSM or forced overtone?

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I love the pictures Captain but in response to your question, in my fantasies i am always "forced" to exposed myself in public. In addition there is almost always some form of bondage involved. i would never be smiling that's for sure!

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I am going to have to agree with Lucy.
The idea of being forced to perform in public is one of my strongest fantasies as you can probably tell from past posts here. I don't think I see myself willingly exposing myself unless ordered to do so.



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SubSammy said:
I am going to have to agree with Lucy.
The idea of being forced to perform in public is one of my strongest fantasies as you can probably tell from past posts here. I don't think I see myself willingly exposing myself unless ordered to do so.



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I agree to be honest
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You can add one more search for Spectrophilia.

Spectrophilia is sexual attraction to ghosts or sexual arousal from images in mirrors, as well as the alleged phenomenon of sexual encounters between ghosts and humans.

Oh my!!!!!


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Spooky Sammy, I looked that one up too.

I am surprised that impact play is so far down the list. I bet people just search under spanking or whipping.

In any case, one of my favs!

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