(Eve looks like this)
Eve twirled a strand of strawberry-berry blonde hair around her finger as she waited for the recording studio to give her the okay and let her go home. The day had been much too long for her tastes, first an interview, then a photo-shoot, and finally a recording for her newest single. She was stressed and definitely needed to relax.
Her thoughts trailed back to the previous evening, mindlessly browsing fan pages, checking out the comments and critiques. Mistakenly she’d clicked a link that led her to a less than proper website. Photo shopped images of her face on a variety of naked bodies, all shapes and sizes covered the screen, and she’d squealed in horror. All the pictures had possessed a common theme, the restraints, the orders, and the degradation. They’d also all had short member written fantasies, filled with lewd terms and bizarre orders.
Being the proper girl that she was, Eve had closed the window right away. But she kept on wondering about the pictures… until finally she found herself at the website again, reading all of the stories on what these males wanted to do to her.
Even more frightening to her was the fact that she’d realized she enjoyed it. The idea of herself under someone’s command… it sent shivers down her spine. There wasn’t really anyone she could talk to about it though… Eve’s family lived too far away, she didn’t have any celebrity friends she could trust, and it wasn’t like she had a boyfriend.
Her eyes settled on her bodyguard, settled next to her on the waiting room couch. They were unusually close, he was good looking, and since they were together twenty-four seven they’d developed a close bond. Red crept into her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop herself from speaking.
“Kale, have you ever… thought about, maybe, um, tying someone up? Or, um, maybe, like having a master? In a sort of sexual situation that is.” She questioned softly.
Eve twirled a strand of strawberry-berry blonde hair around her finger as she waited for the recording studio to give her the okay and let her go home. The day had been much too long for her tastes, first an interview, then a photo-shoot, and finally a recording for her newest single. She was stressed and definitely needed to relax.
Her thoughts trailed back to the previous evening, mindlessly browsing fan pages, checking out the comments and critiques. Mistakenly she’d clicked a link that led her to a less than proper website. Photo shopped images of her face on a variety of naked bodies, all shapes and sizes covered the screen, and she’d squealed in horror. All the pictures had possessed a common theme, the restraints, the orders, and the degradation. They’d also all had short member written fantasies, filled with lewd terms and bizarre orders.
Being the proper girl that she was, Eve had closed the window right away. But she kept on wondering about the pictures… until finally she found herself at the website again, reading all of the stories on what these males wanted to do to her.
Even more frightening to her was the fact that she’d realized she enjoyed it. The idea of herself under someone’s command… it sent shivers down her spine. There wasn’t really anyone she could talk to about it though… Eve’s family lived too far away, she didn’t have any celebrity friends she could trust, and it wasn’t like she had a boyfriend.
Her eyes settled on her bodyguard, settled next to her on the waiting room couch. They were unusually close, he was good looking, and since they were together twenty-four seven they’d developed a close bond. Red crept into her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop herself from speaking.
“Kale, have you ever… thought about, maybe, um, tying someone up? Or, um, maybe, like having a master? In a sort of sexual situation that is.” She questioned softly.