1. The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 15) - Job Interview


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: All These Roadworks, Rating: 81.6, Source: sexstories.com

    interview, she could run outside afterwards and wet herself in an alleyway or something, and then phone Erica and get her to pick Laura up in the car while she hid from view. Laura didn't know if she could make it through the interview. She actually sat down on the toilet and thought about pissing there and then. A tiny trickle of urine emerged from her uretha and dampened the front of her panties slightly. But then she stopped - she couldn't do it, piss herself here and then go talk to a man who would definitely notice. She got up from the toilet again, flushed it to avoid suspicion, and went back outside. Laura's bladder was really full now - so full it hurt. In that respect it matched the agony in her chain-bound tits. Laura found it hard to think about anything other than her painful boobs and her need to piss. "Sorry about that," she breathed, as she resumed her seat. "No worries," said David cheerfully, and began the interview Laura used all of her effort to concentrate on David's questions and answer them charmingly and professionally. Yes, she had worked in retail (a lie). Yes, she was good at resolving conflict. Yes, she was great with customers. After about 15 minutes David's questions ground to a halt. He was staring at Laura's breasts. Laura tried to ignore it. "I'm sorry, are your clothes all right?" he finally asked. "Your... bust appears to be at a strange angle." Laura flushed with embarassment. Her mind raced through potential responses. She wanted to just ...
    say, "Yes, it's fine," and move on, but she remembered rule 3 - she was to answer questions about her breasts fully and honestly. Surely, though, her blackmailer wouldn't know how she answered this question? Or would he? What had that call been that David had taken before Laura came in? Was it possible her blackmailer was checking up on her? That was paranoid, was't it? Laura remembered the picture of the knife. Better paranoid than dead. She would obey her rules. So what would she say? What was full and honest? Perhaps, "My breasts are at an odd angle a bit because I'm wearing a special bra." Except that's not the way she'd have to phrase it. "My.... sex-balloons.... are pointing upwards because I'm wearing a special bra," she said. She felt like crying. It was so humiliating to describe her tits that way. And she needed to piss so badly. David's brow furrowed. "What kind of special bra?" Laura closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him, trying to hold back tears. "A length of chain that loops around the back of my neck and then clips to the nipples of each of my rapemelons." David was baffled, horrified, and maybe a little aroused. "Isn't that painful?" Laura nodded, sniffling. "It's very painful." David said, "Then why would you wear it?" Laura knew the answer: "Becuase I like it, and it suits me." David was silent for a long a couple of long minutes. Too long. Laura couldn't control herself any longer. Maybe if she'd been happy and confident she could have held onto her ...
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