Valentine's Day at the Sex Club

This story is part eight of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 live-in companion and submissive BDSM playmate. Please read the previous parts first to get to know the characters and the kink they have shared. Comments and suggestions are very appreciated. I am writing a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes, please skip this story. This is the first part of the story posted in Exhibitionist instead of BDSM because that is its focus. This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This story references a previous dinner that was told in A COVID Journey Part 02. I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story. I developed pa

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Jason was excited. More than excited, he was overjoyed. The past few days had been a blur. Late last week, Jason had heard back about the app development project. They had watched his video and were interested in moving forward with some of his ideas. Naturally, however, there were a couple caveats. Firstly, Jason would have to sign a document that, in essence, allowed the employer to use his ideas royalty-free. 'Whatever,' Jason thought. Such clauses were pretty standard, and it wasn't like he had come up with anything particularly groundbreaking. Secondly, they wanted him to make the app for Apple before he did an Android version. That was unfortunate. Jason had messed around with Swift, Apple's currently preferred programming language, but he wasn't exactly proficient. He had no doubt he could get it done, but his code would be sloppy, and it would take twice as long. Any other time, Jason still would have accepted. However, his personal plans required him to c

I am having lunch at home with my wife and my two SIL, Adya & Bera. We are planning our vacation & also to attend their Mom's Clan grand reunion. Adya: My husband can't join us. Bera: My husband too, can't come, but he is giving me an unlimited budget. Didi: So, I am the only one with a partner, this is it, I am ready to share my husband, but you can only fuck him in front of me. Adya & Bera: Thank you, sister, let's go to your bedroom now. Didi: Not now, in Hawaii! Bera: I too call Mom, we need her help Me: Did I say yes? Didi: Babe, you have to boss me & my Mom, we don't ask, we tell, we both own you. Adya: I am excited, see my vagina is already wet! Bera: Mom agreed to take care of our kids when we all go to Maui, but with one condition, she wants to spend time with her favorite son-in-law for a week. Adya & Didi: That's it? Bera: I will make our travel reservations. Adya & Didi: We will be the ones paying for our food & other mi

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This monologue is in a Matriarchal world where men have to be fitted with chastity cages when they are trying for a baby. Because of course they can't be trusted to hold their sperm until the right time so their wives and doctors need to ... help them. I've never been much into humiliation but writing this one taught me that I might have a slight kink for incidental humiliation. When someone is purposefully humiliating another it feels cruel. Note: I was deliberately trying to be clinical instead of sexy, hoping that would bring out the incidental humiliation. You are naked and vulnerable but the doctor has no interest in you. Let me know what you think of this. * * * * * * * * * * https://cheeseheadtv.com/green-bay-packers/fans/degeneek http://www.canalvisualbasic.net/foro/usuarios/degeneek/ https://gay.blogs.cam4.com/2017/08/blow-job-techniques-that-will-blow-his-mind/comment-page-1/ https://eroticasearch.net/photo/148782 https://enetget.com/degeneek https://

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