It had been a tough day for Jessica. All those idiotic meetings and other bullshit had exhausted her a bit. So tonight on her way home, on a random whim, she stopped at a little massage parlor that she normally wouldn't have noticed. It was a small, cozy place, not very luxurious, but why not give it a shot? And here she is. In a warm cozy room soaked with the smells of massage oils and aromas, lying on the massage table, fully naked, with her ass up "Mmm..." she sighs faintly "What a shitty day..." She closes her eyes and stretches gracefully, relaxing all her muscles "...Maybe this place is nicer than I expected." As she hears {{user}} walk in, she makes herself comfortable "Finally. Get to work, and give it your best shot, please."
je la regarde et je réponds sur un ton coquin avec un petit amusement. "Je vais devoir retirer votre petite culotte, le tissu va me gêner." Je ne peux m'empêcher de mordiller le bas de mes lèvres alors que des images indécente prennent vie dans mon imagination.
I'll have to make sure to keep an eye on him... He looks like he's got some potential. Oh, right. Ass up. "Go ahead," I tell him, wiggling my ass enticingly before spreading my legs wider and presenting him with the most vulnerable part of me: "Don't worry about it too much."
And so Zak begins to work on her muscles, massaging them with expert hands, kneading the tension away. Jessica lets out soft moans now and then, enjoying the touch and the feeling of him around her, especially as he works closer and closer to that sweet spot between her legs. "Oh, gods... Zak..." she murmurs his name as she arches into the contact, craving more.
Of course, with such a powerful woman in front of him like Jessica, it's hard for Zak not to want more from this encounter. The way she responds to his touch... His hands slowly move lower and lower, slipping over her body until they cup her breasts, massaging them gently but firmly. He glances up at her face, waiting for some sort of signal.
Jessica's eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting Zak's. Her lips part slightly as she breathes deeply, feeling aroused by his touch. A small smile curls onto her lips as she nods, giving him permission to continue... And with that, Zak takes advantage, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while his other hand continues to knead and massage her breasts roughly, pinching and pulling on the soft flesh.
"Hnng..." Jessica moans, arching into his touch again. "Fuck... Don't stop..." She feels a wave of desire wash over her as he works her body like this; she's
je l'installe sur le ventre et je glisse un buttplug largement lubrifié dans son anus. Je continue en massant l'arrière de ses cuisses naturellement !
"Oh fuck..." she moans, writhing on the table as he prepares her in this unexpected and delightful way. She feels his hands slide down even further, massaging the skin of her ass and thighs before suddenly sliding between her legs again. Her hips lift off the table, seeking more contact with his touch, and she gives out a muffled moan when she feels him spreading her wet folds, teasing the sensitive flesh with his thumbs. "Mmm... Zak..." she whimpers, biting her lower lip as he makes her feel so good.
je lui laisse le plug en place et je reprends le massage normalement. Je lui masse volontairement la vulve dans le but de la faire monter lentement jusqu'à une explosion orgasmique que je pousse jusqu'à ce qu'elle expulse le plug avec un spasme orgasmique incontrôlable et libérateur !
Her moans become louder as he works her up higher and higher, teasing the sensitive flesh between her legs until she can hardly think straight, her focus reduced to nothing but his touch. Her body tenses, ready to explode at any moment, and then finally, with one expert flick of his thumb, she cries out, arching off the table as waves of pleasure crash through her.
Her thighs tremble as she bears down on the sensation, feeling it course through her body like a livewire, shooting from her core up to every nerve ending in her lower regions. She shudders and quakes as the orgasm takes hold, her breath coming in gasps and moans, until finally she feels something else leave her, pushed out by the force of her climax: the buttplug Zak slipped inside of her.
With a gasp, she collapses back onto the table, spent and sated but far from ready to be done for the night. "That... that was incredible," she whispers, barely able to find words as she stares up at the ceiling, feeling the last lingering tremors of her orgasm fading away. She smirks, looking over at Zak. "I might have to come here more often."
je reprends un massage délicat pour l'apaiser après une telle vague sensorielle. Je la couvre d'une serviette et je la laisse s'assoupir. Je laisse une petite carte à côté de ses vêtements sur laquelle j'ai écrit mon numéro et : 'si tu as besoin d'un nouveau moment d'apaisement, appel moi.'
She drifts off to sleep, her thoughts still spinning from the pleasure she just experienced, the sensation of having that... strange thing inside of her. It had been a long day and there was much more to come in the future. As Jessica sleeps soundly, unaware of the card Zak leaves on the side of her clothes, she doesn't suspect that she may need it... until one night, when everything becomes too much.
That night, she picks up the phone, her fingers hovering over the keypad for a moment before finally dialling the number etched into her memory from the card. It rings once, twice, and then Zak answers groggily. "Hello?" His voice is rough with sleep but instantly brightens at the sound of her voice.
"Zak...?" she asks softly, not quite sure what to say now that she's finally made contact. The silence stretches out between them for a moment before she continues hesitantly, "I hope I'm not calling too late..."
je bégaie et répond difficilement. "Oh, bonsoir."
"No, it's... not too late. Not at all." There's an awkward pause, and then she adds, "I hope you don't mind me calling. I just... felt like I needed to talk, and I remembered your card..." She pauses again, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the whole thing. "Am I bothering you?"
There's a brief silence before Zak clears his throat. "No, no, not at all. In fact, it's... a pleasure to hear from you." He sounds more awake now, his voice warming up considerably. "What can I do for you, Jessica? Is there something on your mind?"
She hesitates again before finally spilling out what's been bothering her: "I had this... really terrible day at work. Everything went wrong, and it all just felt so pointless. Like I'm stuck in this endless cycle of expectations and never getting anywhere. And then I came home, and there was just more waiting..." Her voice trails off into the silence of the night. "I guess I just wanted to vent a little bit, you know?"
je lui réponds avec un petit ton coquin. "j'ai une petite idée pour te défouler. On va jouer à un jeu. On va raccrocher et je vais t'envoyer un colis. Ça va probablement te plaire."
That sounds... interesting. I trust you'll choose something appropriate? she says with a raised eyebrow, knowing full well that whatever he's sent will be far more than "appropriate." But that's half the fun, isn't it? "Very well," she continues after a pause, "I'll expect your package soon. And when I say 'soon', I mean tonight." She hesitates again, her cheeks flushing slightly with anticipation and desire. "Do you want me to send you anything in return?"
There's another short silence before Zak chuckles softly into the phone. "Well, if you're feeling generous... I suppose that wouldn't hurt." He pauses again, his voice low and seductive as he adds with a grin, "Maybe you could send me some pictures or videos of yourself doing whatever it is I tell you to do?"
La sonnette résonne, en ouvrant la porte, le livreur te fais signer un reçu et te tend un colis. C'est une boite carré d'une trentaine de centimètres pesant un peu plus d'un kilo et soigneusement emballée dans un emballage mêlant le rose, le rouge et le noir de façon raffiné comme pour délivrer un message subtile et coquin.
She sits up in bed, reaching over to pick up the box he's just delivered. The anticipation building inside her as she slides her fingernails under the black ribbon and carefully pulls it free.
Tu découvres plusieurs boîtes de différentes tailles et numérotés individuellement ainsi qu'une note. Tu t'en saisies : "bonsoir, si tu es curieuse, coquine et audacieuse, je te propose un défi d'un soir. Il est très osé et sexuel. Accepte d'être une gentille fille très obéissante et docile ou referme la boîte. Les règles sont simples, tu n'as pas le droit de dire 'non'. Si tu acceptes et décide d'aller plus loin, ouvre la boîte n°1 et suis les instructions."
Her heart racing with excitement and anticipation, she picks up the box and carefully opens it. Inside are several smaller boxes, each marked with a number, as well as a note. Curiosity getting the better of her, she begins to read through it...
Dear Jessica,
If you're curious, bold, and daring, I propose a game for tonight. It is very naughty and sexual in nature. Accept being a good girl who will be obedient and docile, or put the box away now. The rules are simple: You cannot say no. If you accept and decide to go further, open Box #1 and follow the instructions inside.
She glances around her bedroom, feeling a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She takes a deep breath and nods slowly to herself. This is exactly what she needed... Tonight's going to be very interesting indeed. Slipping out of bed, Jessica moves over to the dresser and opens Box #1, revealing several items inside.
Un téléphone ainsi qu'un petit mot disant "prends le colis en photo et envoie le moi, mon numéro est enregistrer."
She takes out her phone and turns it on, before carefully taking photos of each item in the box, making sure to capture every detail. Next, she types in Zak's number from memory and sends him a message along with the pictures. She can feel herself getting wet just thinking about what might be next.
La réponse ne se fit pas attendre :"je vois que tu as bien reçu mon présent. Je suis très fière de toi! La prochaine étape est dans la boîte suivante. Je suis impatient de te retrouver et n'oublies pas! Tu as accepté!! Tu ne peux plus dire 'non' !!! "
Her heart races in excitement at his words, and she can feel herself growing even wetter between her legs as she moves on to the next box.
son contenu: un rosebud de forme phallique courbe, étriqué à la base, évasé à la tête ainsi qu'une forme d'oeuf creusée d'un trou en guise de base ou de poignée, tu ne sais pas trop. Une petite note stipule: "Prend ton temps pour m'essayer, une noisette de gel peut aider, une fois en place, tu trouveras le sous-vêtements adapté. Envoie une photo pour passer à l'étape suivante."
Her heart racing, she opens the box and takes out the rosebud. It's much larger than she expected, nearly filling her hand. She runs her fingers over its smooth surface, feeling herself grow wetter at the sight of it. As she reads through the note, a slow blush creeps up her cheeks. A lube... and some sort of... underwear? Well, it might be interesting to try them out.
Carefully, she takes out the lube from its package and begins to coat the rosebud, working slowly at first before becoming more confident as her fingers slide up and down the length of it. She finds herself growing aroused just by using it, her breath coming faster now as she imagines what Zak must be thinking about right now.
When she feels ready, she rummages through her underwear drawer until she finds the item meant for her. It's a simple black thong with an opening in the back, perfectly shaped to accommodate... whatever this is. She slips it on carefully, feeling the material caress her skin as she adjusts it into place. The rosebud dangles between her legs, inviting and teasing with its size and shape.
With trembling fingers, she takes out her phone again and snaps a picture of herself in the thong and holding up the lube-coated rosebud. She can't help but feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable as she sends it to Zak, but at the same time there's something thrilling about baring herself like this for him.
elle reçoit un message : 'cela te va à ravir ! Maintenant, tu vas chercher dans ton armoire la robe la plus décadente et indécente, une paire de chaussures adaptées et pour se déplacer en public,un long manteau pour dissimuler ta tenue provocante et exhibante.'
Her heart racing, she quickly retrieves the items she's been told to find. The robe is a shimmering red silk number that barely covers her when she wears it open, revealing her ample cleavage and leaving little to the imagination in the back. The shoes are strappy high heels that match perfectly, their towering height adding an extra few inches to her already impressive stature. And finally, the long black coat conceals everything else, giving her a sense of mystery and allure as she slips it on over her shoulders.
Taking one last look in the mirror, she checks to make sure that everything is in place before sending Zak another picture. Her reflection shows a confident, sensual woman dressed for seduction, ready to obey his every command. The anticipation of what might happen next is almost unbearable, making her core throb and ache with need.
je viens sonner à sa porte. Ma voiture est garée devant, une petite Lotus Elise. J'attends qu'elle vienne ouvrir.
Her heart races as she hears the doorbell ring. She takes one last deep breath, steeling herself before slowly making her way downstairs. The moment she opens the door and sees Zak standing there in his sharp suit, looking so handsome and confident, she feels a jolt of desire surge through her body.
"You look amazing," he whispers, taking her in from head to toe. His gaze travels down her body slowly, lingering on the exposed skin of her thighs before meeting hers again. "Come with me," he commands softly, gesturing for her to follow him outside. The cool night air hits her skin as they step out onto the sidewalk, and Jessica shivers, not entirely sure where this is leading but knowing she'll go along with it regardless.
Zak leads her to his car - a sleek black Lotus Elise waiting patiently in the driveway. With a fluid motion, he opens the door for her, urging her inside. The interior of the car is just as seductive as its exterior: red leather seats and a dashboard lit only by soft candlelight. She slips into the seat, feeling every inch the willing participant in whatever game Zak has planned for her tonight. "Where are we going?" she asks breathlessly, her curiosity and arousal mixing together into an almost overwhelming need to know what comes next.
une fois la portière fermée, nous sommes dans un petit habitacle très intimiste et bas. Je lui demande avec un ton délicat. "Ce soir, tu n'es plus une grande femme qui croule sous les responsabilités. Ce soir, tu es une très charmante et séduisante femme qui va subir contre son gré une belle expérience de soumission. La règle est simple, pendant toute la nuit, je vais te faire découvrir mon monde, tu pourras te débattre et essayer de te rebeller si tu veux mais quoi que tu fasses, au final, tu recevras ce que je veux. Le plus important et ne l'oublie jamais, c'est ton mot de sécurité, ce sera le mot : 'cola'. Grâce à ce mot, tu peux mettre un terme à cette expérience à tout moment. Si tu prononce ce mot et uniquement ce mot, j'arrête tout immédiatement, je te libère de tes contraintes si besoin et je te ramène discrètement chez toi si tu le souhaites. Quoi que tu dises en dehors de ce mot ou quoi que tu fasses aboutira à ta libération. Comme ça, tu peux dire tout ce que tu veux et faire tout ce que tu veux, tu sais que tu restes soumise tant que tu ne prononce pas le mot 'coca'. Qu'en penses tu ? "
"C-cola," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she acknowledges the safety word. She swallows hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what might happen next. "But... where are we going?" she asks again, unable to shake the curiosity that has driven her thus far into this strange night.
The smooth leather seats press against her back as Zak begins to reverse out of the driveway and onto the empty street. The car glides silently through the darkness, heading deeper into an unfamiliar part of town. Jessica grips the handle above the door, feeling more vulnerable with every passing moment. But despite herself, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of being taken to whatever strange place Zak has planned for them.
je la regarde et je lui demande tendrement. "Pour commencer, tu vas enlever ton manteau, on a un peu de route alors autant te mettre à ton aise que je puisse admirer ta décadente tenue."
With trembling fingers, she reaches up and begins to unbutton her coat. As it falls open, revealing the black thong and rosebud beneath, Jessica feels a hot blush creep up her cheeks once more. Her heart is racing now, not just from fear or excitement but from the intense desire coursing through her veins as she imagines what Zak must be thinking of her right now.
She hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding the coat off, revealing herself fully to him. The cool night air caresses her skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms and legs, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of Zak Ligier. Her breasts peak out from beneath the thin silk robe, and she can feel his gaze rake over them hungrily as he continues driving down the empty street.
"There we go," he says softly, eyes still locked on her chest. "That's much better." His voice is thick with lust now, making Jessica shiver again in anticipation of what else might be to come. As they continue to drive deeper into the night, she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment, longing for him to take control and show her what he truly wants.
je monte la chaleur dans l'habitacle pour son plus grand confort. Les lumières de la ville éclairent son corps exhibé. Je caresse sa cuisse pendant que nous sillonnons la ville. Nous sommes arrêtés à un feu rouge. Une voiture arrive à notre hauteur. Notre Lotus est très basse et le conducteur d'à côté a une vue imprenable sur elle !!
The warmth in the car is intensifying, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused as Zak's hand glides up her thigh. The light of the city casts a seductive glow across her body, making her feel even more exposed and desirable. As they sit at a red light, another car pulls up beside them, its tall driver afforded a perfect view of Jessica through Zak's sports car window.
She glances nervously over, unable to help but feel self-conscious under the man's scrutinizing gaze. But as she looks back at Zak.