Beth stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of her orange shorts for the third time. The Hooters uniform was authentic--she'd found it online last month and Michael had immediately suggested it for a stream. The brown tights hugg...

The Third Session Beth sat on the edge of their bed, her mind drifting back over the past few weeks. The first session had been playful, almost silly--a trivia game where she'd "won" and pied Michael instead of herself. She'd been too nervous then, t...

The fluorescent lights of Goodwill buzzed overhead as I trailed behind Michael through the aisles of secondhand clothing. My mind wasn't on the racks of faded jeans and dated blouses, though. It was back home, in our living room, imagining what Micha...

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, studying my reflection with critical eyes. My long brown hair cascaded over my shoulders in loose waves, the color of roasted chestnuts, catching the afternoon light that filtered through the curtains. My face...

The world was a velvet blackness, a blindfold wrapped around my long brown hair, punctuated only by the low, insistent thrum against my clit. I was naked, standing, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. My hands were chained behind me, leaving...