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Hello, my fellow sinners.
Below are a collection of plots that, as told by the title of this very post that you clicked on, are based on at least 1 of the following concepts: Cults, Sexual Harems, Forced/Coerced/Predicament Based Servitude (Enslavement), and more. A bit vague yes, but if a plot surrounding any of those concepts is something that catches your attention, you're sure to like at least one of the proposed plots. If you would like to explore other plots of different themes/ideas that I've written, feel to check out my Main Request Thread at any time
Below are a collection of plots that, as told by the title of this very post that you clicked on, are based on at least 1 of the following concepts: Cults, Sexual Harems, Forced/Coerced/Predicament Based Servitude (Enslavement), and more. A bit vague yes, but if a plot surrounding any of those concepts is something that catches your attention, you're sure to like at least one of the proposed plots. If you would like to explore other plots of different themes/ideas that I've written, feel to check out my Main Request Thread at any time
Aaron Wilson is the newest hire at the esteemed Yale University, who is beginning his very first semester in the teachings of Propaganda, Ideology, and Democracy. Essentially, it will be a course surrounding how various forms of propaganda have been used throught history to impact Democracy and point out its flaws, create change/reform, and how propaganda can and has been used to manipulte. Certainly not the most uplifting of courses, but Aaron was surprised to see such a high selection count for his 2:30-3:20pm course at the end of his work day. The first course from 1:30-2:20pm was half as many people, which made Aaron wonder if a large group of athletes perhaps chose that class thinking it to be an easy grade, or just a group of like-minded friends who chose it to be in class together.
Neither were the case.
You see, with a university as old as Yale, there are families of members who date back hundreds of years, and have become deeply woven into the history of Yale itself, and even American History. Existing within Yale's longest standing Sorority, Psi-Alpha-Delta, is a sorority that not just anyone can get into. The members within that sorority are all from bloodlines of people who attended Yale several hundred years ago, some even the very first enrolled classes of Yale students. The families, as time went on, formed a "higher society" group of sorts, with many of them now being politicians, CEOs, holding prominent government jobs and ranks, high ranking military members, and much more. They can adjust and manipulate the country to how they see fit from the shadows, with the wider population none the wiser. The women of Psi-Alpha-Delta will someday be among the worlds greatest doctors, most powerful lawyers, highest ranking government employees, and political candidates. But every year, they must take part in a ritual: they select 1 professor/instructor on campus, and "claim" them. What exactly does that mean? To be blunt, they mark that professor/instructor and offer themselves completely to that individual. Mind, body, and every last desire, it is to be met if possible by these woman, in exchange for procuring his seed. That 2:30pm class with the high attendance? Every single person who will be in attendance is a member of Psi-Alpha-Delta, from book worms and goths to cheerleaders and future olympic level athletes...
Neither were the case.
You see, with a university as old as Yale, there are families of members who date back hundreds of years, and have become deeply woven into the history of Yale itself, and even American History. Existing within Yale's longest standing Sorority, Psi-Alpha-Delta, is a sorority that not just anyone can get into. The members within that sorority are all from bloodlines of people who attended Yale several hundred years ago, some even the very first enrolled classes of Yale students. The families, as time went on, formed a "higher society" group of sorts, with many of them now being politicians, CEOs, holding prominent government jobs and ranks, high ranking military members, and much more. They can adjust and manipulate the country to how they see fit from the shadows, with the wider population none the wiser. The women of Psi-Alpha-Delta will someday be among the worlds greatest doctors, most powerful lawyers, highest ranking government employees, and political candidates. But every year, they must take part in a ritual: they select 1 professor/instructor on campus, and "claim" them. What exactly does that mean? To be blunt, they mark that professor/instructor and offer themselves completely to that individual. Mind, body, and every last desire, it is to be met if possible by these woman, in exchange for procuring his seed. That 2:30pm class with the high attendance? Every single person who will be in attendance is a member of Psi-Alpha-Delta, from book worms and goths to cheerleaders and future olympic level athletes...
Kaeden was your typical mildly reclusive college student, 21 years old, often cooped up in his dorm neck deep in a book or firing away on his computer. He wasn't some ugly hobbit or incel, he was just a quiet and sort of shy young man. Not scrawny like a stick, but far from your typical athlete, and fortunately not some fat slob slapping his hands against a cheeto dust soaked keyboard. For all intents and purposes, Kaeden was a relatively ordinary young man...
One who was about to have his entire world flipped upside down.
One friday evening, as he was walking home from the library at around 8:30pm after spending most of his afternoon there lost in a really god sci-fi book, Kaeden had his headphones on and was lost in focus on his phone... So much so that he hadn't noticed the blacked out van crawling up beside him. It was just a second too late by the time he had noticed it however, because he was already being grabbed by two masked individuals and dragged into the back of the back. The element of surprise allowed them to make quick work of him, getting him inside and slamming the door shut before the van sped off, and the two assailants, who were clearly women based on their voices, pinned him down as a third held a soaked rag over his face... Slowly rendering him unconscious.
When Kaeden finally woke up, he thought it was just some weird, twisted dream... Until he tried to move his hands, and then his legs, and found himseld unable to do either. Kaedens' eyes flew open and saw that he was in a mostly dark church-like room, multiple pews on either side of a long red pathway that leads down to a set of french doors, with torches lit along the walls to give a little illumination to the room. Kaeden looked down and saw thick leather restraints keeping him stuck in... Some sort of throne? "Help! Someone help me!" Kaeden tried to call out, but nobody was even remotely close enough to help him... Only those who brought him here and those who waited with bated breath for his arrival could hear.
"Sisters... The Prophet has awakened."
Kaeden then suddenly hard a womans voice, ringing out over some intercom system. Shortly thereafter, dozens of presumable women, draped in black cloaks with black hoods that shrouded their appearance, began to fill the room and take their seats silently in the pews. After they were all seated, one last woman entered the room, but she instead wore an elegent, gaudy wedding dress, with a thin white veil shrouding her face... Even as she made her way down the alleyway, wielding a boquet of roses in her hands, and as she got oh so close to Kaeden, he still couldn't see his face.
"Sisters, today is the day we and those before us have spoken of for years... Our lord, has finally graced us with the gift of his return, in the form of this young prophet... For whom I am to wed in the holiest matrimony."
The woman sunk slowly down to one knee, taking out a little ring box and putting one wedding band on Kaedens' left ring finger, and then one wedding band on her own. She set the box aside, just as another woman in a suit approached. She was the only one showing her face, yet it was still a woman that Kaeden did not recognize. She was in her mid to late 30's, holding something like a bible, but not quite one.
"Sister Abigail, do you swear to assist the prophet in his duties to reclaim the world and reshape it back into the image of the original fallen Asmodeus? In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims you both?"
"I swear to assist the prophet in his duties, to reclaim and reshape the work back in the image of our fallen Asmodeus. In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims us both~"
"Prophet, do you take Sister Abigail to be your eternal wife, for whom will assist you in your crusade and assimilation of the world above, as you rebuild and reshape the world above in the image of your past self, the fallen Asmodeus? In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims you both?"
Kaeden was so bewildered by it all... Both what he was hearing and what he saw. He could only speak the first words that had come to his mind.
"What... The fuck... Are you PSYCHOPATHS talking about!?!?"
One who was about to have his entire world flipped upside down.
One friday evening, as he was walking home from the library at around 8:30pm after spending most of his afternoon there lost in a really god sci-fi book, Kaeden had his headphones on and was lost in focus on his phone... So much so that he hadn't noticed the blacked out van crawling up beside him. It was just a second too late by the time he had noticed it however, because he was already being grabbed by two masked individuals and dragged into the back of the back. The element of surprise allowed them to make quick work of him, getting him inside and slamming the door shut before the van sped off, and the two assailants, who were clearly women based on their voices, pinned him down as a third held a soaked rag over his face... Slowly rendering him unconscious.
When Kaeden finally woke up, he thought it was just some weird, twisted dream... Until he tried to move his hands, and then his legs, and found himseld unable to do either. Kaedens' eyes flew open and saw that he was in a mostly dark church-like room, multiple pews on either side of a long red pathway that leads down to a set of french doors, with torches lit along the walls to give a little illumination to the room. Kaeden looked down and saw thick leather restraints keeping him stuck in... Some sort of throne? "Help! Someone help me!" Kaeden tried to call out, but nobody was even remotely close enough to help him... Only those who brought him here and those who waited with bated breath for his arrival could hear.
"Sisters... The Prophet has awakened."
Kaeden then suddenly hard a womans voice, ringing out over some intercom system. Shortly thereafter, dozens of presumable women, draped in black cloaks with black hoods that shrouded their appearance, began to fill the room and take their seats silently in the pews. After they were all seated, one last woman entered the room, but she instead wore an elegent, gaudy wedding dress, with a thin white veil shrouding her face... Even as she made her way down the alleyway, wielding a boquet of roses in her hands, and as she got oh so close to Kaeden, he still couldn't see his face.
"Sisters, today is the day we and those before us have spoken of for years... Our lord, has finally graced us with the gift of his return, in the form of this young prophet... For whom I am to wed in the holiest matrimony."
The woman sunk slowly down to one knee, taking out a little ring box and putting one wedding band on Kaedens' left ring finger, and then one wedding band on her own. She set the box aside, just as another woman in a suit approached. She was the only one showing her face, yet it was still a woman that Kaeden did not recognize. She was in her mid to late 30's, holding something like a bible, but not quite one.
"Sister Abigail, do you swear to assist the prophet in his duties to reclaim the world and reshape it back into the image of the original fallen Asmodeus? In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims you both?"
"I swear to assist the prophet in his duties, to reclaim and reshape the work back in the image of our fallen Asmodeus. In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims us both~"
"Prophet, do you take Sister Abigail to be your eternal wife, for whom will assist you in your crusade and assimilation of the world above, as you rebuild and reshape the world above in the image of your past self, the fallen Asmodeus? In sickness and in health, through bloodshed and tears, until death claims you both?"
Kaeden was so bewildered by it all... Both what he was hearing and what he saw. He could only speak the first words that had come to his mind.
"What... The fuck... Are you PSYCHOPATHS talking about!?!?"
William Beckham, no relation, was recently appointed by the board of executives as the new CEO of Weathers Inc, a skyrocketing tech company who is working on "technologies that can reduce globalized weather impacts and prevent catastrophies" which is a very wordy way of saying that they want to figure out some sort of way to control the weather, on both a small and large scale, with just the press of a few buttons. With this new promotion, Mr. Beckham hired a confident young woman to be his personal assistant, much to his partners' dismay. His partner got an icky feeling about him working so closely, so borderline intimately with a woman as genuinely attractive as she was... But day in and day out, he assured his partner that she had no reason to worry about anything, because he was faithful and loyal to her, and always would be. Even as his assistants' number in his phone soon became "work wife", which Mr. Beckham explained was just a fun joke change his assistant had made, but the partner was not too fond.
His "Work WIfe" however, wanted so much more than to just be an assistant. She was borderline obsessed with Mr. Bechman, but was very capable of controlling her feelings and emotions. She saw him as potentially the curator of a new era for humanity, the pilot into a new century of warfare where weather conditions and patterns could be weaponied... And she wanted to eventually be by his side as more than just an assistant as he did it. And to accomplish this, she planned to prop him up as the god-like figure she thought he could be... Hiring on his behalf secretary, after secretary, after secretary that she would coerce and even force to slobber all over his cock while she just wartched, or occasionally pushed on the back of their heads to encourage them. She would effectively train these women to become lustful and subservient to Mr. Beckham, and likewise she would train Mr. Beckham up into accepting and embracing all of this power and control... Amassing a harem of beautiful women of all shapes, styles, and sizes to do hi every bidding.
The partner may end up leaving him, but his work wife and the growing harem of cock sluts will remain forever <3.
His "Work WIfe" however, wanted so much more than to just be an assistant. She was borderline obsessed with Mr. Bechman, but was very capable of controlling her feelings and emotions. She saw him as potentially the curator of a new era for humanity, the pilot into a new century of warfare where weather conditions and patterns could be weaponied... And she wanted to eventually be by his side as more than just an assistant as he did it. And to accomplish this, she planned to prop him up as the god-like figure she thought he could be... Hiring on his behalf secretary, after secretary, after secretary that she would coerce and even force to slobber all over his cock while she just wartched, or occasionally pushed on the back of their heads to encourage them. She would effectively train these women to become lustful and subservient to Mr. Beckham, and likewise she would train Mr. Beckham up into accepting and embracing all of this power and control... Amassing a harem of beautiful women of all shapes, styles, and sizes to do hi every bidding.
The partner may end up leaving him, but his work wife and the growing harem of cock sluts will remain forever <3.
On June 3rd, 2025, Simon Parker, a 24 year old man in the middle of working towards his medical degree, was abruptly struck by lightening as he walked with haste home before the storm had begun. He thought he had plenty of time before the rain came down, and he certainly did, but the lightening above had other ideas, and somehow found itself drawn to his earbuds which he wore as he listened to Linkin Park to kill the time of the walk. Simon barely even felt it... One second he was in the middle of taking a step, for a flash it felt like his body was on fire all over, and then he was unconscious.
But by pure luck, the incident had been seen by a woman in a house he was passing by who quickly called 911 to get him some help. Had she not been glaring out her window at the dark clouds, perhaps nobody would have known that Simon was struck, and he very easily could have died.
And though he did not die, Simon did find himself in a coma for just over 3 days. His parents were an emotional wreck, but being told that their son had normal levels of brain activity assured them and gave them hope that he would eventually wake up. And when he finally did, Simon had absolutely zero recollection of what had happened... To learn from doctors and his parents that he survived being struck by lightening, it was truly nothing short of a genuine miracle. Simon did have to stay in the hospital for a couple extra days after that, just as the doctors ran some additional tests and made sure nothing cognitively was wrong with him, but man was he relieved when he finally got discharged and had the freedom to return to his apartment.
However, Simon would find himself going to the urgent care facility in his city a few days later with a very bizarre situation.
You see, in the days since Simon left the hospital, something... happened... to a part of his body. His penis, which had always been a modest 6 inches in length when erect, now sat at that length completely flaccid. When erect, which was also something he struggled to control since he was discharged, his cock is now almost 14 inches in length, and about as girthy as his wrist. For some reason it's also incredibly sensisitive to touch, but in his boxers it's almost manageable. Simon assumed it was some sort of viral illness perhaps, and thus he went to urgent care... But things did not get "better" for Simon in a way that he had anticipated, however. Once he got in and was told to wait in a room, he sat there for a few minutes before a twenty something year old nurse named Jenny entered and asked what his issue was. At this point, Simon stood up and dropped his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his oddly new thick and girthy cock. Jenny stared in a mixture of confusion and awe at first, but then, somethi"ng happened to Jenny. Simon noticed it... The irises of her eyes, a very light hazel color, seemed to almost adopt a hot pink tint to them, as her eyes rapidly began to gloss over, almost like she had fallen into some sort of psychoactive space or even a trance. Before long, Jenny slowly sunk down, squatting to observe it and feel it in her gloved hands... Next thing Simon knew, Jenny had begun to lick and kiss it all over... Also trying tirelessly to take it's size down her throat like she needed it to live. It wasn't long before Simon was pushed onto his back, and Jenny tore her scrubs off and mounted him, impaling herself on his massive cock before bouncing on it again, and again, and again. It took a mere couple of minutes for both she and Simon to climax, with the combination of their fluids somehow acting as a temporary solution to his soreness and discomfort down there. His cock was still 6 inches flaccid, but most of the discomfort was gone. And with cum dripping out of her pussy and running down her leg, Jenny stood up slowly with that same glossy eyed look and pink hue..
"You're going to need more... So, so much more... Otherwise the discomfort will come back, until you fuck again..." Jenny then giggled, almost in a sinister but playful way. "Mmmm gimme your address, I'll come by after my shift for... a house call~"
And as Jenny spoke those final words, she leaned in close and seductively whispered to Simon, while her hand laid gently atop his flaccid meat. He quickly gave her his address and they swapped numbers, and before Simon knew it, Jenny was dressed and exiting the room... Leaving Simon dazed and confused, but also unknowingly having created the very first member of his cock lust harem!
But by pure luck, the incident had been seen by a woman in a house he was passing by who quickly called 911 to get him some help. Had she not been glaring out her window at the dark clouds, perhaps nobody would have known that Simon was struck, and he very easily could have died.
And though he did not die, Simon did find himself in a coma for just over 3 days. His parents were an emotional wreck, but being told that their son had normal levels of brain activity assured them and gave them hope that he would eventually wake up. And when he finally did, Simon had absolutely zero recollection of what had happened... To learn from doctors and his parents that he survived being struck by lightening, it was truly nothing short of a genuine miracle. Simon did have to stay in the hospital for a couple extra days after that, just as the doctors ran some additional tests and made sure nothing cognitively was wrong with him, but man was he relieved when he finally got discharged and had the freedom to return to his apartment.
However, Simon would find himself going to the urgent care facility in his city a few days later with a very bizarre situation.
You see, in the days since Simon left the hospital, something... happened... to a part of his body. His penis, which had always been a modest 6 inches in length when erect, now sat at that length completely flaccid. When erect, which was also something he struggled to control since he was discharged, his cock is now almost 14 inches in length, and about as girthy as his wrist. For some reason it's also incredibly sensisitive to touch, but in his boxers it's almost manageable. Simon assumed it was some sort of viral illness perhaps, and thus he went to urgent care... But things did not get "better" for Simon in a way that he had anticipated, however. Once he got in and was told to wait in a room, he sat there for a few minutes before a twenty something year old nurse named Jenny entered and asked what his issue was. At this point, Simon stood up and dropped his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his oddly new thick and girthy cock. Jenny stared in a mixture of confusion and awe at first, but then, somethi"ng happened to Jenny. Simon noticed it... The irises of her eyes, a very light hazel color, seemed to almost adopt a hot pink tint to them, as her eyes rapidly began to gloss over, almost like she had fallen into some sort of psychoactive space or even a trance. Before long, Jenny slowly sunk down, squatting to observe it and feel it in her gloved hands... Next thing Simon knew, Jenny had begun to lick and kiss it all over... Also trying tirelessly to take it's size down her throat like she needed it to live. It wasn't long before Simon was pushed onto his back, and Jenny tore her scrubs off and mounted him, impaling herself on his massive cock before bouncing on it again, and again, and again. It took a mere couple of minutes for both she and Simon to climax, with the combination of their fluids somehow acting as a temporary solution to his soreness and discomfort down there. His cock was still 6 inches flaccid, but most of the discomfort was gone. And with cum dripping out of her pussy and running down her leg, Jenny stood up slowly with that same glossy eyed look and pink hue..
"You're going to need more... So, so much more... Otherwise the discomfort will come back, until you fuck again..." Jenny then giggled, almost in a sinister but playful way. "Mmmm gimme your address, I'll come by after my shift for... a house call~"
And as Jenny spoke those final words, she leaned in close and seductively whispered to Simon, while her hand laid gently atop his flaccid meat. He quickly gave her his address and they swapped numbers, and before Simon knew it, Jenny was dressed and exiting the room... Leaving Simon dazed and confused, but also unknowingly having created the very first member of his cock lust harem!
Marcus was devastated when his favorite uncle, the man who was more of a father to Marcus than his own step-father, passed away prematurely at the age of 51. They were always so close, going to sporting events as often as they could, going on big family vacations, and so on. Marcus wasn't even thinking or caring about his uncles will, unlike the rest of the family who were practicaly salivating over it. You see, Marcus' uncle was a very, very wealthy man. It's how he was able to have private boxes at multiple sporting venues, half a dozen homes/properties, season tickets to over a dozen teams across multiple sports, and the freedom to drive a different car every day for 2 straight weeks. Marcus didn't want any of that though... He just wished he could spend a little bit more time with his uncle. Marcus would bet himself up over cancelling plans to go see the Red Sox play a few weekends back, as he chose to go to a frat party instead.
Despite all of this, and the bloodthirsty family, Marcus actually was left something in his uncles' will. Marcus was named sole owner of his uncles' high rise apartment, which his uncle truthfully only used when he went into the city to do something with Marcus because of how close it was to the college Marcus attended, along with "any/all contents of the house, living or otherwise". That last part was what threw Marcus off the most... 'Living or otherwise'... Did his uncle have a dog or a cat that he never told Marcus about?
The day after the will was read, and after the leeches of his family had gotten his riches and cars and homes, since Marcus didn't have a class that day until 1:00pm, he decided to drive over to the apartment complex and check this new apartment out. Marcus had never visited it before, never really seeing a reason to do so. After arriving and showing his ID at the front desk, they gave him the keys to the apartment and the keycard for the private elevator that only went up to the penthouse floor. After walking down the hallway to the door, Marcus unlocked it and let himself inside to discover a penthouse truly beyond his dreams. It was a multi-million dollar apartment, modern furnishings and fixtures throughout, masive ceiling high windows all around, an entire second floor with roof access and a private hot tub and pool... To think that something like this was all his... It was mindblowing. However, Marcus immediately noticed that something was off about the place. Central air was on, and he swore he could smell vanilla coming from somewhere, perhaps a candle? Marcus took a few steps forward before calling out cautiously "Hello...?" just to see if for some reason someone was there, but for the forst few moments, there was only silence. But then, he heard a door from the upstairs section gently open, then shut, followed by the hushed click of someone walking and getting louder as they got closer... And what came into view was not what he had expected. Standing there at the top of the stairs was a woman, one around his own age who he certainly did not recognize, wearing a rather skimpy french maid uniform with fishnets and heels, wielding a soft smile across her face as she slowly walked down the stairs to approach Marcus, oddly giving him a cursty before she spoke.
"Hello~ You must be Marcus, yes? Your uncle told me much about you during his life, it really seemed like you were the closest thing to a son in his life. He wanted me to give you this whenever you had arrived~"
The mystery woman suddenly hands an envelope to Marcus, which he curiously opens and quickly begins to read:
Despite all of this, and the bloodthirsty family, Marcus actually was left something in his uncles' will. Marcus was named sole owner of his uncles' high rise apartment, which his uncle truthfully only used when he went into the city to do something with Marcus because of how close it was to the college Marcus attended, along with "any/all contents of the house, living or otherwise". That last part was what threw Marcus off the most... 'Living or otherwise'... Did his uncle have a dog or a cat that he never told Marcus about?
The day after the will was read, and after the leeches of his family had gotten his riches and cars and homes, since Marcus didn't have a class that day until 1:00pm, he decided to drive over to the apartment complex and check this new apartment out. Marcus had never visited it before, never really seeing a reason to do so. After arriving and showing his ID at the front desk, they gave him the keys to the apartment and the keycard for the private elevator that only went up to the penthouse floor. After walking down the hallway to the door, Marcus unlocked it and let himself inside to discover a penthouse truly beyond his dreams. It was a multi-million dollar apartment, modern furnishings and fixtures throughout, masive ceiling high windows all around, an entire second floor with roof access and a private hot tub and pool... To think that something like this was all his... It was mindblowing. However, Marcus immediately noticed that something was off about the place. Central air was on, and he swore he could smell vanilla coming from somewhere, perhaps a candle? Marcus took a few steps forward before calling out cautiously "Hello...?" just to see if for some reason someone was there, but for the forst few moments, there was only silence. But then, he heard a door from the upstairs section gently open, then shut, followed by the hushed click of someone walking and getting louder as they got closer... And what came into view was not what he had expected. Standing there at the top of the stairs was a woman, one around his own age who he certainly did not recognize, wearing a rather skimpy french maid uniform with fishnets and heels, wielding a soft smile across her face as she slowly walked down the stairs to approach Marcus, oddly giving him a cursty before she spoke.
"Hello~ You must be Marcus, yes? Your uncle told me much about you during his life, it really seemed like you were the closest thing to a son in his life. He wanted me to give you this whenever you had arrived~"
The mystery woman suddenly hands an envelope to Marcus, which he curiously opens and quickly begins to read:
"Marcus, my dear nephew. If you're reading this now, then it means I have died prematurely, and you are just now visiting the apartment I have left you. I want you to know that I have always cherished the games and events we went to, and I thank you for being the son I never had. Now, my will specified that you are to receive "the apartment and all of its contents, living or otherwise" for a very specific reason. The beautiful young lady who handed you this letter is, to be blunt, a woman who has been my personal servant for two years now. Truth be told, it would be unfair to call her just a servant... She would do just about anything, good or bad, and now, she will hold that same contract with you. She will live here in this apartment and tend to it for as long as you so desire, and the bills on it will be covered by a private fund until you possibly choose to sell it. But for now, and until you no longer wish to have her, she is yours. Please do take good care of her, and she will certainly return the favor."
"
A lifestyle that just about any other young & broke college student would dream of... To have a wealthy older man who takes care of your financial needs, so long as you go on dates and be a little bit playful with them. Not every woman is capable of committing to this lifestyle however, but for those who do... The fruits of their labor are always the sweetest. You of course are one of those lucky few who are about to enter into an agreement with a man to become his Sugar Baby in exchange for money, gifts, and so much more. You didn't know much about the man before the website had mathed you two and you had begun talking, but you have since discovered his networth of $345 million, which means that caring for you and your desires would barely make a dent in his wealth. The icing on the cake is that he wasn't some mid 70's shriveled up old man, he was actually quite attractive in the pictures you found of him online, and he was only (mid 30's - 40's) years old.
And now, after having spent the afternoon getting all dolled up in a fancy little dress he gifted you, even before a contract had been signed, you were en route to a lavish restauraunt in the city where ink would be put to paper on your relationship agreement. You had never been to a place as fancy as this steakhouse was, and having been given a luxury SUV and driver to take you to it, he was certainly pulling out all of the stops to wow and impress you.
And of course, you will have signed the contract before the night is over... Before even bothering to have a lawyer review it for any hidden clauses or bizarre stipulations... Which will prove to be a mistake, as his wants and desires of you will only grow in their severity and level of passion as time passes... You may be arm candy to a party of the elite and famous one week, and strapped to a bed with your legs forced apart by a speader bar and restraints, as a vibrator want is duct taped to your inner thigh, constantly toying with your pussy as he gos about his daily errands and meetings just a few rooms away... Occasionally coming by to give you some water or stuff his cock down your lovely throat, or teasing your needy cunt with his fingers. And of course, your bank account will always be padded generously and gifts will be left at your apartment constantly for your efforts...
And who knows, you may just become his lustful broken young wife when all is said and done...
A lifestyle that just about any other young & broke college student would dream of... To have a wealthy older man who takes care of your financial needs, so long as you go on dates and be a little bit playful with them. Not every woman is capable of committing to this lifestyle however, but for those who do... The fruits of their labor are always the sweetest. You of course are one of those lucky few who are about to enter into an agreement with a man to become his Sugar Baby in exchange for money, gifts, and so much more. You didn't know much about the man before the website had mathed you two and you had begun talking, but you have since discovered his networth of $345 million, which means that caring for you and your desires would barely make a dent in his wealth. The icing on the cake is that he wasn't some mid 70's shriveled up old man, he was actually quite attractive in the pictures you found of him online, and he was only (mid 30's - 40's) years old.
And now, after having spent the afternoon getting all dolled up in a fancy little dress he gifted you, even before a contract had been signed, you were en route to a lavish restauraunt in the city where ink would be put to paper on your relationship agreement. You had never been to a place as fancy as this steakhouse was, and having been given a luxury SUV and driver to take you to it, he was certainly pulling out all of the stops to wow and impress you.
And of course, you will have signed the contract before the night is over... Before even bothering to have a lawyer review it for any hidden clauses or bizarre stipulations... Which will prove to be a mistake, as his wants and desires of you will only grow in their severity and level of passion as time passes... You may be arm candy to a party of the elite and famous one week, and strapped to a bed with your legs forced apart by a speader bar and restraints, as a vibrator want is duct taped to your inner thigh, constantly toying with your pussy as he gos about his daily errands and meetings just a few rooms away... Occasionally coming by to give you some water or stuff his cock down your lovely throat, or teasing your needy cunt with his fingers. And of course, your bank account will always be padded generously and gifts will be left at your apartment constantly for your efforts...
And who knows, you may just become his lustful broken young wife when all is said and done...
Rosalina had a bit of a pattern... She would use her beauty and sex appeal to land the job as a maid for a wealthy couple, in most cases it was her being hired out of need because they were just oh so busy, and Rosalina would quickly worm her way into the mans' life. She would be blatantly flirty, bending at the waist to flaunt her ass picking something off of the floor, intentionally grinding her ass against his crotch as she scooted by them in a doorway, spending a bit too much time in a bikini on the weekends as she tended to the pool, and so on. In extreme scenarios however, Rosalina would even go so far as to drug the huband/male before bed, then as they sleep she would climb on top of them and ride their dick to a nice and sleepy climax...
And two days later, she would approach the wife with a positive pregnancy test.
It almost always ended in Rosalina getting paid a large sum of cash to leave them alone and "handle" the pregnancy. Rosalina relished in seeing their relationships at worst struggle, or at best crumble apart.
But what is dear ol' Rosalina supposed to do when she finds a new gig with a power couple who is very well aware of what kind of woman she is? They may play along with her game, but before Rosalina knows it, she'll wake up in their own little trap... Tied up or restrained in their private basement sex dungeon, legs spread apart by a spreader bar with a vibrator wang duct taped to her thigh, left on for hours, and hours, and hours... As they slowly train her into becoming nothing more than a perfect sex pet <3.
And two days later, she would approach the wife with a positive pregnancy test.
It almost always ended in Rosalina getting paid a large sum of cash to leave them alone and "handle" the pregnancy. Rosalina relished in seeing their relationships at worst struggle, or at best crumble apart.
But what is dear ol' Rosalina supposed to do when she finds a new gig with a power couple who is very well aware of what kind of woman she is? They may play along with her game, but before Rosalina knows it, she'll wake up in their own little trap... Tied up or restrained in their private basement sex dungeon, legs spread apart by a spreader bar with a vibrator wang duct taped to her thigh, left on for hours, and hours, and hours... As they slowly train her into becoming nothing more than a perfect sex pet <3.
Jack, 21 years old and a few months away from beginning his senior year of college, just got done with packing for what would certainly be a very bizarre, almost unprecidented "family" vacation. His father had suddenly re-married a woman that Jack never met, and knew very little about. This woman was apparently a lawyer, someone he worked with at a past job or something like that, he wasn't certain of all of the details. He only knew what the mass text said, which was that they had spontaneously gotten married at the courthouse, and want to take Jack and the wives college aged twin daughters on a big vacation to celebrate and so that they can get to know one another. It would mostly be a honeymoon for them yes, but they got a private airbnb for Jack and the twins to lodge in for the 2 weeks of this vacation so that they could seperately and together get to know each other and hopefully come out of this vacation very close and happy to live this new life.
What Jack doesn't know however, is that the twins, his new "step sisters" as it would technically be, were both raging nymphomaniacs with devious sexual minds... And boy oh boy, did they want to get to know every inch of Jack on this vacation...
What Jack doesn't know however, is that the twins, his new "step sisters" as it would technically be, were both raging nymphomaniacs with devious sexual minds... And boy oh boy, did they want to get to know every inch of Jack on this vacation...
Anthony was a bit strapped for cash at the moment, and would be for the next few weeks until he started his new job. To cover some expenses until then, Anthony signed up to partake in some sort of clinical trial that required on-site attendance and monitoring for a whole week, but would pay all participants $5,000 at the end of the trial. It seemed simple enough, despite Anthony having some reservations about the length of the trial. And so, early on Monday morning Anthony drove out of the city to a secluded research facility for a company named Tepsford Dynamics. Truthfully Anthony did not know much about the company or what exactly they worked on, but he knew that the trial would deal with human interractions, societal standards and stigmas, behavioral patterns and traits, and so on between himself and one other individual.
Upon his arrival, Anthony had to sign multiple mundane and allegedly "standard" forms and waivers, but once that was finished he was escorted into the back area and brought down a long, obscure hallway that seemingly just went to one door. Anthony was told to open the door and head inside, and as he did so, he may as well have stepped through a portal in time, as the room he walked into looks like it had been pulled straight out of a Brady Bunch knockoff show. A large living area with furniture and equipment pulled straight from the 1950's-60's, all the way through to the kitchen area, laundry room in the back, and a stairway up to what he assumed would be bedrooms for him and the trial partner he would be doing this with. Just then, a mechanical female voice began to echo throughout the makeshift "home" to him and his partner elsewhere in the home:
"Hello and welcome 'home' to our two participants! On behalf of everyone here at Tepsford Dynamics, we can't thank you enough for volunteering to take part in our trial! For the next 7 days, we ask that you both live your lives though you are two halves of a standard 1950's couple: the dutiful housewife who cooks, cleans, and tends to the house, and the macho husband who 'brings home the bacon' to take care of his wife and home, and isn't afraid to be a little bit stern when he needs to be. Every morning and every night before bed, both participants are required to take (1) suppliment pill. Each pills is primarily packed with vitamin C, since you will be othrwise devoid of it for the next 7 days inside of this testing space, and a few other key minerals and nutrients to ensure optiml health. We expect the two of you to get along and do your part in making sure this trial and its requirements are followed. Failure to comply with our requests will result in a breach of contract, and thus neither of you will be paid. If at any point you have questions or concerns, please shout "Silver Mango" out loud to summon a support officer to speak to you. Best of luck~"
The whole trial sounded very bizarre, but it would only grow from there when Anthony learns that the "partner" he has for this trial is one of: a raging man-hating feminist, a lifelong lesbian, or a woman who lives some sort of "alternate lifestyle" like a goth, e-girl, etc.
Upon his arrival, Anthony had to sign multiple mundane and allegedly "standard" forms and waivers, but once that was finished he was escorted into the back area and brought down a long, obscure hallway that seemingly just went to one door. Anthony was told to open the door and head inside, and as he did so, he may as well have stepped through a portal in time, as the room he walked into looks like it had been pulled straight out of a Brady Bunch knockoff show. A large living area with furniture and equipment pulled straight from the 1950's-60's, all the way through to the kitchen area, laundry room in the back, and a stairway up to what he assumed would be bedrooms for him and the trial partner he would be doing this with. Just then, a mechanical female voice began to echo throughout the makeshift "home" to him and his partner elsewhere in the home:
"Hello and welcome 'home' to our two participants! On behalf of everyone here at Tepsford Dynamics, we can't thank you enough for volunteering to take part in our trial! For the next 7 days, we ask that you both live your lives though you are two halves of a standard 1950's couple: the dutiful housewife who cooks, cleans, and tends to the house, and the macho husband who 'brings home the bacon' to take care of his wife and home, and isn't afraid to be a little bit stern when he needs to be. Every morning and every night before bed, both participants are required to take (1) suppliment pill. Each pills is primarily packed with vitamin C, since you will be othrwise devoid of it for the next 7 days inside of this testing space, and a few other key minerals and nutrients to ensure optiml health. We expect the two of you to get along and do your part in making sure this trial and its requirements are followed. Failure to comply with our requests will result in a breach of contract, and thus neither of you will be paid. If at any point you have questions or concerns, please shout "Silver Mango" out loud to summon a support officer to speak to you. Best of luck~"
The whole trial sounded very bizarre, but it would only grow from there when Anthony learns that the "partner" he has for this trial is one of: a raging man-hating feminist, a lifelong lesbian, or a woman who lives some sort of "alternate lifestyle" like a goth, e-girl, etc.
A tale of two people from completely different worlds who, due to their recently developed emotional vulnerability, come to discover that they can be mutually beneficial to one another. Cameron, 22 years old and living in an apartment off of campus, was living the best life a young college student could have, when his world came crashing down upon him. First, his apprenticeship/job he had been working for over the last 11 months suddenly cut him loose with no warning, which meant he would need to hastefully figure out where he would live, as finding another job that had comparable pay would be extremely tricky. And as if that wasn't bad enough, his girlfriend of just over two years, a woman he loved more than life itself, who he truly dreamed of proposing to one day, wound up cheating on him with one of the professors on campus. This, on top of him losing his job, caused him to sort of spiral out of control, bordering on a mental breakdown. Rather than using the 30 days he had to find new living arrangements, he began to blow his money on weed and some alcohol, opting to smother his emotions with them instead of actually caring about his life. This lifestyle caused him to miss many of his classes for a few weeks, and thus his grades began to freefall.
Just down the hall, a woman in her (early 30's - early 40's) had recently signed a month-to-month lease with the owner of the building, and just arrived to beging the strenuous task of moving a lot of her belongings into the apartment on her own. She too is someone suffering from a recent bit of heartache; a husband who cheated and left her for a twenty something year old secretary at his law firm, abandoning his wife all because they never had kids. It wasn't because they never wanted them, they were both just busy people, and she never wanted to abandon her own work to begin all of that. So now, she resigns herself to an apartment much smaller than the home she came from, just until she can get back on her feet emotionally and mentally.
Moving in day for her just so happened to fall on one of the mornings where Cameron was both conscious and sober. He was out of both alcohol and weed, though he fully planned to burn more of his savings for more later that afternoon. He groggily stumbled out of his apartment at around 11:00am, with the intention of walking down the street to grab a breakfast sandwich and a redbull to waken himself up a bit. As he was making his way to the elevator, he bumped into the woman who was moving in a few doors down from him, and by "bumped into" I quite literally mean he accidentally knocked a couple of boxes out of her hands as she stepped out of the elevator. He was extremely apologetic and quickly jumped to help her pick everything up. The two got to talking and one thing was apparent to Cameron: god was she beautiful.
One thing lead to another, and he soon volunteered to assist her in moving to help speed things up, and she happily accepted. Food and a redbull could apparantly wait, as Cameron would spend the next several hours helping the new neighbor haul box after box up the elevator. Little did either of them know, but this would be the beginning of a very peculiar relationship for them both. Sex, or something more? Manipulation by one or both parties? Who knows...
Just down the hall, a woman in her (early 30's - early 40's) had recently signed a month-to-month lease with the owner of the building, and just arrived to beging the strenuous task of moving a lot of her belongings into the apartment on her own. She too is someone suffering from a recent bit of heartache; a husband who cheated and left her for a twenty something year old secretary at his law firm, abandoning his wife all because they never had kids. It wasn't because they never wanted them, they were both just busy people, and she never wanted to abandon her own work to begin all of that. So now, she resigns herself to an apartment much smaller than the home she came from, just until she can get back on her feet emotionally and mentally.
Moving in day for her just so happened to fall on one of the mornings where Cameron was both conscious and sober. He was out of both alcohol and weed, though he fully planned to burn more of his savings for more later that afternoon. He groggily stumbled out of his apartment at around 11:00am, with the intention of walking down the street to grab a breakfast sandwich and a redbull to waken himself up a bit. As he was making his way to the elevator, he bumped into the woman who was moving in a few doors down from him, and by "bumped into" I quite literally mean he accidentally knocked a couple of boxes out of her hands as she stepped out of the elevator. He was extremely apologetic and quickly jumped to help her pick everything up. The two got to talking and one thing was apparent to Cameron: god was she beautiful.
One thing lead to another, and he soon volunteered to assist her in moving to help speed things up, and she happily accepted. Food and a redbull could apparantly wait, as Cameron would spend the next several hours helping the new neighbor haul box after box up the elevator. Little did either of them know, but this would be the beginning of a very peculiar relationship for them both. Sex, or something more? Manipulation by one or both parties? Who knows...
Natalie was a straight A student her entire life, even now in college, a proud feminist from a liberal upper-middle class family, very active on campus in advocating for equality and human rights, even going out to protests and peaceful sit ins on the weekends to show support for friends and marginalized people alike. It was truly the least that she could do, given how at least once a week she would betray all of the things she preaches, the people and rights she stands up for, spit in the face of decades worth of feminism as she let some dude her dads age tie her up and blow her back out. She wanted to hate it, but she just couldn't do it... Last weekend she was pinned down with her ankles above her head, with a metal bar between them chained to the headboard to keep her from repositioning, as a man with peppered black hair reeking of whiskey and cigar smoke pound her pussy for hours. It was degrading and vile, but Natalie couldn't get enough of it...
And as time goes on, these men will grow more demanding and more borderline abusive, to the point where some may want more of her than just a night of sex before they split. Going so far as to inject themselves into her life, maybe offering money in exchange for more frequent fun, but what they constitute as "fun" only becomes more degrading and perverted... But Natalie, the twisted slut she is, will always find herself loving it...
And as time goes on, these men will grow more demanding and more borderline abusive, to the point where some may want more of her than just a night of sex before they split. Going so far as to inject themselves into her life, maybe offering money in exchange for more frequent fun, but what they constitute as "fun" only becomes more degrading and perverted... But Natalie, the twisted slut she is, will always find herself loving it...
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