1. Staying With Erin - Chapter 8


    Date: 1/1/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    stepped into the pool with me and behind me. Her big breasts had been freed from the half cups of the corset, and she leaned over me, dangling her teats over my face, so long and soft and lewd. I latched onto one of her large nipples without thinking and heard her pleasured sigh. She pulled it away though and caressed my cheek. “You’ve become quite the wicked thing in these few days here,” she commented with a grin. I blushed, but there was no refuting her statement. “I guess.” “I don’t have a game of my own planned for you today.” I felt almost a bit let down. “Not?” “No, but I have something else, a question - a naughty one.” She reached for one of my cane-striped breasts and massaged it. I leaned my head back against her mound and moaned. Little painful, sexy sparks danced where she squeezed. “I plan to set up a little internet page for you, where people pay a little to see all the dirty things you do. Would you like that?” My breath hitched. For a moment, I froze, and dread shot through my chest at the thought that thousands of eyes might see all my depravities. Thousands of eyes might see… I shuddered. “You’d be our very own little porn star,” Erin piped in, mirroring my thoughts. I looked up at Bridget, at the woman who had turned my world upside down with her kinky games, and at Erin, who had seduced me into coming here. I knew them by now, and I was pretty sure they had played with this idea from the start. Once my pictures were on the net, everyone could see them - ...
    even friends, people who knew me, former teachers… “Yes,” I gasped. Erin cheered, and Bridget kissed me with one of her warm, moist, sloppy, dominating kisses that set my pussy ablaze. She pulled away with a smack, and a small line of drool stretched between our lips before it snapped and dribbled down my chin. “Perfect,” she said with a grin and lifted something in front of me. It was a strip of black leather with a buckle on one end - a collar. She turned it slightly, and on the front I could see a word formed by sparkling, yellow little gems. “Every artist needs a stage name,” she said with a wink. “What do you think?” “Oh god,” I gushed, re-reading the word, “I love it!” She put the collar around my neck and fastened it behind, and when the leather tightened on my skin, I trembled. My fingers traced the outline of the word. It was debauched and shaming. It was such a turn on! “Say cheese, Pissy!” Erin shouted. A warm, wet stream hit my head, and I laid back my head and opened my mouth wide to give credence to my new name. A camera flashed and everyone clapped. Pissy. Yes, I loved that new name. * * * * The End. * * * * I want to express big thanks for all the patience you had with me while what was supposed to be a two-part story grew into a small novel with quite long delays, and I want you to know I truly appreciated the wonderful messages of encouragement you sent me. While this part of Paisy’s - now Pissy’s - adventure has come to an end, there will at some point be ...
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