KinkyDomina

Slut Vanessa sent Me a recent photo of her tits. She seems to be growing quite a bit. Apparently it is due to working out and thinking feminine thoughts. Well done, Vanessa! Keep eating chicken breast!

It all seemed so real, like she had teleported in another time, in a different space.
But the characters were all too familiar. That girl from highschool, one year older
than her, who she could never actually stand. There was something creepy about the
girl’s eyes. She opened the door of the spacious apartment, revealing some mud colored walls and the stale stench of cigarette buts and beer.
“What kind of a shitpad is this?”she thought, while carefully walking through the room, as the owner guided her. “And what am I doing in this shitpad?”
“Have a cigarette, please. Do you prefer them slim or regular?”
“Slim would be fine.(…as long as you don’t touch it with your creepy, sleezy hands)” And then she remembered why she had always disliked the eternally anorexic girl, an underacheiver, always struggling hard to please her parents. It was the subtle smell of vomit, the rotten teeth, the skeletal figure always prowling in corners… And now here she was, invited in this girl’s mud colored apartment.
“So how have you been? How is life? … We are doing just fine here. You see, I have found the secret to success, and I am enjoying life to the max!”
“Is that so? (are you still stuffing yourself with pretzels, then shoving your fingers down your own throat to make the bad go away?)”
“Yes, it is. Come, let me show you what we’ve accomplished.”
The girl got up and entered another room, holding the door for her to enter. A wall was covered in strange contraptions with hoses, dozens of white thin hoses making up an intricate web of stench. The odor coming from the walls of that room!… She was already feeling sick, and thinking of her sensitive liver. Bad smells always got to her so quickly, while others never sensed a thing, too overwhelmed by their own smells.
“And here is the production center. Each of our boys has his own locker, in which he
keeps his enema device (WTF?!), his condoms, his open crotch latex briefs. And condoms, of course. And lubricant. We try to keep it sane, safe and consensual.”
She stared around in amazement, her brain refusing to process the imagery. Then she saw the five or six wooden benches, all of them seeming to emanate a sort of dark film which floated on the surface of what used to be wood. Far in the distance, in the ill-lit room, videocameras. Camcorders.
“You like our camcorders? Top notch equipment for our top notch boys! We are so proud of the quality of our productions.”
She nodded her head in acknowledgment, the nauseating sensation very close to surfacing. Then someone entered the room. A bearded guy, about 6ft tall, hair uncut since god-knows-when, his teeth glowing under the darkness of the beard, trying to scrape up a smile. He was approaching her with his arms open, as if to hug her. She recognized the walk, there was something about that scent…. a scent she had grown to love and consider manly, which now, after so many years, just made her even more sick… It couldn’t be… But I thought he was already married to that woman from a million years ago, the one who needed the jokes to be translated for her.
“Hello, Christine. My, you look fine! I was even wondering …. (no, you weren’t)”
“He’s our best stud. He makes the most money. Show Christine that million dollar ass.”
Oh, she knew that ass better than she had wanted to. She smiled, reminiscing all the dildo chases in their tiny apartment. The red dildo she had bought on a whim. How she would jokingly chase him around with the dildo, while he squealed, and ran away from her, to hide in the bathroom. How she trimmed his chest hair on a summer day, leaving him looking like a shedding dog. How she hadn’t thought in all those things in so many years. And this girl, what is he doing here? Working for her?
“He is a beauty, isn’t he? He always gets the highest scores from punters. Sometimes we will bring a guy to fuck him right here, in front of the cameras. A guy we picked up in a gay bar. At other times we just let him do his triple-dildo-show. The punters just love that! He’s made so much money, for himself and for us. The gay community loves him!”