u/ThirstyGyatt

When I told my parents that I wanted to take a gap year before going off to college, I could tell that they were disappointed despite the fact that they said all the right things. I was honest when I told them that I didn't have any inclination for what I wanted to major in, and the thought of figuring that out while taking classes terrified me. I didn't want to end up in a situation where thousands and thousands of dollars had been wasted because I couldn't commit to a field of study. There was also the fact that after 12 years of busting my ass to get perfect grades in my AP classes and all of the right extracurriculars, I needed to come up for air before continuing that grind for another four years, if not more. Though I was careful to phrase that as "burnout from burning the candle at both ends for as long as I did," as opposed to the more honest "I just want to smoke weed and not have to use my brain for a while."

"You'll have to get a job," was how my dad broke the silence to let me know I had their blessing. I nodded eagerly, having already expected this to be a condition for their approval. I told them about how a friend of mine worked at a coffee shop and that they were always looking for more part-time help. Mom was smiling and nodding along, but dad was thoroughly unamused.

"No, I mean a real job. I'll get you a job at Blackridge." His tone was steady and his look was intense, in the way that I knew he was stating a fact, not offering a suggestion. Dad had worked for this company since we moved here around ten years ago, and I didn't have the faintest idea of what he did, let alone what the company does. All I knew was that it was something vaguely financial in the way that most people probably have never heard of them, but a lot of money was being moved around somehow. The matter was settled, we hugged, and that was that.

The first month of summer has come and gone when my dad tells me that it's time. I didn't question the fact that I didn't even have a formality interview with the company before getting an offer letter in my email. I didn't even really know what my job title meant, just that I would be working in a different department from my dad, which is all I really wanted. I'd just figure out the rest of it and what I'm supposed to be doing once I'm actually there.

For my first day, I was wearing a ruffled blouse and a long pleated skirt. My dad was giving me a tour of the office and introducing me to a million different people whose names I forgot as soon as he shuffled me along to the next set of desks and people. Until he introduced me to you, his boss. Not only did I have a vague memory of seeing you before at a holiday party that I was dragged to prior, I think I would remember you regardless. There was something about you that just left an impression. Well dressed and handsome, when you looked at me, it felt like I was the most important thing on your mind. You just had a certain charisma about you that felt completely disarming. We might have only spoke for thirty seconds before I continued my tour with my dad and you left to join a conference call, but it was enough to leave a good impression.

~~

Looking to be slowly transformed from just a new girl in the office to your completely submissive plaything. Some kinks I would really love to be highlighted here are D/s, DD/lg, public play, outfit control, and MANY more if you think it would be fun! I think scat and fisting are the only things that are completely off limits here. But let's chat and figure stuff out! What kind of kinks/elements do you want to incorporate? How do you think you'll get this avalanche rolling down the mountain? How does my dad factor into all of this? I'd love to hear any and all thoughts that came to mind as you were reading this. Let's figure some things out before we move off platform to write. Also open to combining this theme with my other office prompt

I always thought girls were pretty. Even going back to my earliest memories in kindergarten, I would spend more time talking to the pretty girls in the hopes that we could be friends. That said, I didn't realize I was sexually attracted to girls until I was in college. Maybe it was the freedom to explore my own thoughts and desires without the fear of potential judgment or backlash from anyone in my small town. Maybe it was how poorly things ended with my boyfriend before I finally broke up with him due to his immaturity. Or maybe it was suddenly seeing an insane number of hot girls all wearing leggings.

I travelled halfway across the country to go to this school, but my lab partner lived just fifteen minutes from campus. It was a nice change of pace to be able to completely escape the hustle and bustle of campus when we needed to study. That's where I met her older sister, Rachel.

Truth be told, I don't even remember exactly how things started between Rachel and me. I remember that I was intimidated by her beauty, and that I was secretly wishing that she was into girls, but having no idea how to navigate these waters. She must have picked up on my gay panic and decided to pounce. I ended up in her bed later that night, leaving the next morning calling her my first girlfriend as I admired the bite marks in my neck and ass.

A few weeks later, Rachel decides that it's time for me to meet her friends. I'm excited! My first adult relationship and now I'm meeting her friends. This felt like a nice step forward. Her text to me included the address of the party, what time I should be there, and the outfit she wanted me to wear. I loved feeling like her little doll when she would dress me up and strip me down as she pleased. I was all too pleased to get dressed as she requested: a simple white button-down blouse, a black pleated skirt, a red-and-black bra-and-thong set, and a stainless steel buttplug with a red jewel at the end of it.

The owner of the house, Amber, was quick to welcome me inside. Her warm smile lit up the room as she took me by the hand and walked me through her home. She introduced me to the other women at the party, who were all equally glowing and beautiful in their own ways. They all said their names, and I tried my best to remember them, until Amber led me down into the living room, where I saw Rachel sitting on a chair by the unlit fireplace. She gave me a fierce and passionate kiss before pulling me into her lap and whispering into my ear.

"Good girl, you did such a good job dressing up for me. Your safe word is coconut. Here's what's going to happen, baby. It's a party, I want you to have fun. Drink, smoke, play games, whatever you want to do tonight, feel free. But there are a few rules. Number one, the only place you're going to sit tonight is in my lap. Number two, I'm going to touch you wherever and whenever I want to tonight. Everyone else here already knows. They can look, but they can't touch. You're completely safe tonight, honey, so just relax and have fun."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, because she knew what it was. Before I could say a word, she already had her hand inside my skirt, and could feel my panties getting damper as she laid out her plan for the night. A gasp of excitement slipped past my lips in response to your hot breath fawning over my neck, filling my head with the nastiest of fantasies. I leaned into her chest and kissed her back with a nervous excitement. The cheeks on my face have never been this pink.

~

Looking for someone to play as my girlfriend Rachel. We can pick up from here and go throughout the party, or maybe even the first night when I came over to study with your younger sister? Would love to hear what ideas you have for this scene, and what kinks we should include.

I always thought girls were pretty. Even going back to my earliest memories in kindergarten, I would spend more time talking to the pretty girls in the hopes that we could be friends. That said, I didn't realize I was sexually attracted to girls until I was in college. Maybe it was the freedom to explore my own thoughts and desires without the fear of potential judgment or backlash from anyone in my small town. Maybe it was how poorly things ended with my boyfriend before I finally broke up with him due to his immaturity. Or maybe it was suddenly seeing an insane number of hot girls all wearing leggings.

I travelled halfway across the country to go to this school, but my lab partner lived just fifteen minutes from campus. It was a nice change of pace to be able to completely escape the hustle and bustle of campus when we needed to study. That's where I met her older sister, Rachel.

Truth be told, I don't even remember exactly how things started between Rachel and me. I remember that I was intimidated by her beauty, and that I was secretly wishing that she was into girls, but having no idea how to navigate these waters. She must have picked up on my gay panic and decided to pounce. I ended up in her bed later that night, leaving the next morning calling her my first girlfriend as I admired the bite marks in my neck and ass.

A few weeks later, Rachel decides that it's time for me to meet her friends. I'm excited! My first adult relationship and now I'm meeting her friends. This felt like a nice step forward. Her text to me included the address of the party, what time I should be there, and the outfit she wanted me to wear. I loved feeling like her little doll when she would dress me up and strip me down as she pleased. I was all too pleased to get dressed as she requested: a simple white button-down blouse, a black pleated skirt, a red-and-black bra-and-thong set, and a stainless steel buttplug with a red jewel at the end of it.

The owner of the house, Amber, was quick to welcome me inside. Her warm smile lit up the room as she took me by the hand and walked me through her home. She introduced me to the other women at the party, who were all equally glowing and beautiful in their own ways. They all said their names, and I tried my best to remember them, until Amber led me down into the living room, where I saw Rachel sitting on a chair by the unlit fireplace. She gave me a fierce and passionate kiss before pulling me into her lap and whispering into my ear.

"Good girl, you did such a good job dressing up for me. Your safe word is coconut. Here's what's going to happen, baby. It's a party, I want you to have fun. Drink, smoke, play games, whatever you want to do tonight, feel free. But there are a few rules. Number one, the only place you're going to sit tonight is in my lap. Number two, I'm going to touch you wherever and whenever I want to tonight. Everyone else here already knows. They can look, but they can't touch. You're completely safe tonight, honey, so just relax and have fun."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, because she knew what it was. Before I could say a word, she already had her hand inside my skirt, and could feel my panties getting damper as she laid out her plan for the night. A gasp of excitement slipped past my lips in response to your hot breath fawning over my neck, filling my head with the nastiest of fantasies. I leaned into her chest and kissed her back with a nervous excitement. The cheeks on my face have never been this pink.

~

Looking for someone to play as my girlfriend Rachel. We can pick up from here and go throughout the party, or maybe even the first night when I came over to study with your younger sister? Would love to hear what ideas you have for this scene, and what kinks we should include.

When I told my parents that I wanted to take a gap year before going off to college, I could tell that they were disappointed despite the fact that they said all the right things. I was honest when I told them that I didn't have any inclination for what I wanted to major in, and the thought of figuring that out while taking classes terrified me. I didn't want to end up in a situation where thousands and thousands of dollars had been wasted because I couldn't commit to a field of study. There was also the fact that after 12 years of busting my ass to get perfect grades in my AP classes and all of the right extracurriculars, I needed to come up for air before continuing that grind for another four years, if not more. Though I was careful to phrase that as "burnout from burning the candle at both ends for as long as I did," as opposed to the more honest "I just want to smoke weed and not have to use my brain for a while."

"You'll have to get a job," was how my dad broke the silence to let me know I had their blessing. I nodded eagerly, having already expected this to be a condition for their approval. I told them about how a friend of mine worked at a coffee shop and that they were always looking for more part-time help. Mom was smiling and nodding along, but dad was thoroughly unamused.

"No, I mean a real job. I'll get you a job at Blackridge." His tone was steady and his look was intense, in the way that I knew he was stating a fact, not offering a suggestion. Dad had worked for this company since we moved here around ten years ago, and I didn't have the faintest idea of what he did, let alone what the company does. All I knew was that it was something vaguely financial in the way that most people probably have never heard of them, but a lot of money was being moved around somehow. The matter was settled, we hugged, and that was that.

The first month of summer has come and gone when my dad tells me that it's time. I didn't question the fact that I didn't even have a formality interview with the company before getting an offer letter in my email. I didn't even really know what my job title meant, just that I would be working in a different department from my dad, which is all I really wanted. I'd just figure out the rest of it and what I'm supposed to be doing once I'm actually there.

For my first day, I was wearing a ruffled blouse and a long pleated skirt. My dad was giving me a tour of the office and introducing me to a million different people whose names I forgot as soon as he shuffled me along to the next set of desks and people. Until he introduced me to you, his boss. Not only did I have a vague memory of seeing you before at a holiday party that I was dragged to prior, I think I would remember you regardless. There was something about you that just left an impression. Well dressed and handsome, when you looked at me, it felt like I was the most important thing on your mind. You just had a certain charisma about you that felt completely disarming. We might have only spoke for thirty seconds before I continued my tour with my dad and you left to join a conference call, but it was enough to leave a good impression.

~~

Looking to be slowly transformed from just a new girl in the office to your completely submissive plaything. Some kinks I would really love to be highlighted here are D/s, DD/lg, public play, outfit control, and MANY more if you think it would be fun! I think scat and fisting are the only things that are completely off limits here. But let's chat and figure stuff out! What kind of kinks/elements do you want to incorporate? How do you think you'll get this avalanche rolling down the mountain? How does my dad factor into all of this? I'd love to hear any and all thoughts that came to mind as you were reading this. Let's figure some things out before we move off platform to write. Also open to combining this theme with my other office prompt

I always thought girls were pretty. Even going back to my earliest memories in kindergarten, I would spend more time talking to the pretty girls in the hopes that we could be friends. That said, I didn't realize I was sexually attracted to girls until I was in college. Maybe it was the freedom to explore my own thoughts and desires without the fear of potential judgment or backlash from anyone in my small town. Maybe it was how poorly things ended with my boyfriend before I finally broke up with him due to his immaturity. Or maybe it was suddenly seeing an insane number of hot girls all wearing leggings.

I travelled halfway across the country to go to this school, but my lab partner lived just fifteen minutes from campus. It was a nice change of pace to be able to completely escape the hustle and bustle of campus when we needed to study. That's where I met her older sister, Rachel.

Truth be told, I don't even remember exactly how things started between Rachel and me. I remember that I was intimidated by her beauty, and that I was secretly wishing that she was into girls, but having no idea how to navigate these waters. She must have picked up on my gay panic and decided to pounce. I ended up in her bed later that night, leaving the next morning calling her my first girlfriend as I admired the bite marks in my neck and ass.

A few weeks later, Rachel decides that it's time for me to meet her friends. I'm excited! My first adult relationship and now I'm meeting her friends. This felt like a nice step forward. Her text to me included the address of the party, what time I should be there, and the outfit she wanted me to wear. I loved feeling like her little doll when she would dress me up and strip me down as she pleased. I was all too pleased to get dressed as she requested: a simple white button-down blouse, a black pleated skirt, a red-and-black bra-and-thong set, and a stainless steel buttplug with a red jewel at the end of it.

The owner of the house, Amber, was quick to welcome me inside. Her warm smile lit up the room as she took me by the hand and walked me through her home. She introduced me to the other women at the party, who were all equally glowing and beautiful in their own ways. They all said their names, and I tried my best to remember them, until Amber led me down into the living room, where I saw Rachel sitting on a chair by the unlit fireplace. She gave me a fierce and passionate kiss before pulling me into her lap and whispering into my ear.

"Good girl, you did such a good job dressing up for me. Your safe word is coconut. Here's what's going to happen, baby. It's a party, I want you to have fun. Drink, smoke, play games, whatever you want to do tonight, feel free. But there are a few rules. Number one, the only place you're going to sit tonight is in my lap. Number two, I'm going to touch you wherever and whenever I want to tonight. Everyone else here already knows. They can look, but they can't touch. You're completely safe tonight, honey, so just relax and have fun."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, because she knew what it was. Before I could say a word, she already had her hand inside my skirt, and could feel my panties getting damper as she laid out her plan for the night. A gasp of excitement slipped past my lips in response to your hot breath fawning over my neck, filling my head with the nastiest of fantasies. I leaned into her chest and kissed her back with a nervous excitement. The cheeks on my face have never been this pink.

~

Looking for someone to play as my girlfriend Rachel. We can pick up from here and go throughout the party, or maybe even the first night when I came over to study with your younger sister? Would love to hear what ideas you have for this scene, and what kinks we should include.

Nobody in the office was able to object when the CEO's wife said she wanted to make a TikTok channel for our work. It began just like any other channel; we'd do the memes and follow the trends, and it would just be an annoying part of an otherwise fine job. At some point, someone suggested recording me answering the phone. I guess they thought the faces I made while sounding polite and professional were funny. So I had an entire workday recorded, with the intent that it would be edited down into a single video later. Really frustrating, but I don't let it show. After all, my ability to just grin and bear it is the entire reason this is happening. Can't stop now.

A week or so later on an unassuming Wednesday morning, I'm immediately led to a meeting with my boss, the CEO of the company, and his wife the second I step inside the building. The compilation video of me talking to morons on the phone has gotten a lot of attention. Millions of views in less than a day, more likes than all previous videos combined, and a near-endless stream of comments continuing to flood in. I was completely shocked. I didn't even know they had posted it yet. So I watched the video for the first time in front of them, trying to understand what's going on.

During a routine call, I had to get up from my desk and grab a folder from a filing cabinet. I didn't think anything of it, and just continued on with my day at the time. But now, I see in the background my boss openly checking me out, and pantomiming spanking me while I was bent over looking for the folder.

I went to the comments, and they were all variations of the same comment.

2:46 Bet he thinks about doing that all day long

2:40 what a perfect view

need more of 2:39-2:49 in part 2

I looked up from the phone and found the three of them staring at me . Smiles on their faces with devilish intentions fueling them

"We need to discuss what your future with the company looks like."

~~

Looking for creative ideas on exactly that topic. Lots of different ways this can go, so I'd really like to get an idea of where you'd be looking to take this. My kinks are pretty wide open, so don't be afraid to get out there with your ideas. Lots to establish and flesh out before jumping right in, but I'm looking forward to what we'll be able to come up with in the end.

Nobody in the office was able to object when the CEO's wife said she wanted to make a TikTok channel for our work. It began just like any other channel; we'd do the memes and follow the trends, and it would just be an annoying part of an otherwise fine job. At some point, someone suggested recording me answering the phone. I guess they thought the faces I made while sounding polite and professional were funny. So I had an entire workday recorded, with the intent that it would be edited down into a single video later. Really frustrating, but I don't let it show. After all, my ability to just grin and bear it is the entire reason this is happening. Can't stop now.

A week or so later on an unassuming Wednesday morning, I'm immediately led to a meeting with my boss, the CEO of the company, and his wife the second I step inside the building. The compilation video of me talking to morons on the phone has gotten a lot of attention. Millions of views in less than a day, more likes than all previous videos combined, and a near-endless stream of comments continuing to flood in. I was completely shocked. I didn't even know they had posted it yet. So I watched the video for the first time in front of them, trying to understand what's going on.

During a routine call, I had to get up from my desk and grab a folder from a filing cabinet. I didn't think anything of it, and just continued on with my day at the time. But now, I see in the background my boss openly checking me out, and pantomiming spanking me while I was bent over looking for the folder.

I went to the comments, and they were all variations of the same comment.

2:46 Bet he thinks about doing that all day long

2:40 what a perfect view

need more of 2:39-2:49 in part 2

I looked up from the phone and found the three of them staring at me . Smiles on their faces with devilish intentions fueling them

"We need to discuss what your future with the company looks like."

~~

Looking for creative ideas on exactly that topic. Lots of different ways this can go, so I'd really like to get an idea of where you'd be looking to take this. My kinks are pretty wide open, so don't be afraid to get out there with your ideas. Lots to establish and flesh out before jumping right in, but I'm looking forward to what we'll be able to come up with in the end.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, especially now that I have my buttplug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, especially now that I have my buttplug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

I always thought girls were pretty. Even going back to my earliest memories in kindergarten, I would spend more time talking to the pretty girls in the hopes that we could be friends. That said, I didn't realize I was sexually attracted to girls until I was in college. Maybe it was the freedom to explore my own thoughts and desires without the fear of potential judgment or backlash from anyone in my small town. Maybe it was how poorly things ended with my boyfriend before I finally broke up with him due to his immaturity. Or maybe it was suddenly seeing an insane number of hot girls all wearing leggings.

I travelled halfway across the country to go to this school, but my lab partner lived just fifteen minutes from campus. It was a nice change of pace to be able to completely escape the hustle and bustle of campus when we needed to study. That's where I met her older sister, Rachel.

Truth be told, I don't even remember exactly how things started between Rachel and me. I remember that I was intimidated by her beauty, and that I was secretly wishing that she was into girls, but having no idea how to navigate these waters. She must have picked up on my gay panic and decided to pounce. I ended up in her bed later that night, leaving the next morning calling her my first girlfriend as I admired the bite marks in my neck and ass.

A few weeks later, Rachel decides that it's time for me to meet her friends. I'm excited! My first adult relationship and now I'm meeting her friends. This felt like a nice step forward. Her text to me included the address of the party, what time I should be there, and the outfit she wanted me to wear. I loved feeling like her little doll when she would dress me up and strip me down as she pleased. I was all too pleased to get dressed as she requested: a simple white button-down blouse, a black pleated skirt, a red-and-black bra-and-thong set, and a stainless steel buttplug with a red jewel at the end of it.

The owner of the house, Amber, was quick to welcome me inside. Her warm smile lit up the room as she took me by the hand and walked me through her home. She introduced me to the other women at the party, who were all equally glowing and beautiful in their own ways. They all said their names, and I tried my best to remember them, until Amber led me down into the living room, where I saw Rachel sitting on a chair by the unlit fireplace. She gave me a fierce and passionate kiss before pulling me into her lap and whispering into my ear.

"Good girl, you did such a good job dressing up for me. Your safe word is coconut. Here's what's going to happen, baby. It's a party, I want you to have fun. Drink, smoke, play games, whatever you want to do tonight, feel free. But there are a few rules. Number one, the only place you're going to sit tonight is in my lap. Number two, I'm going to touch you wherever and whenever I want to tonight. Everyone else here already knows. They can look, but they can't touch. You're completely safe tonight, honey, so just relax and have fun."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, because she knew what it was. Before I could say a word, she already had her hand inside my skirt, and could feel my panties getting damper as she laid out her plan for the night. A gasp of excitement slipped past my lips in response to your hot breath fawning over my neck, filling my head with the nastiest of fantasies. I leaned into her chest and kissed her back with a nervous excitement. The cheeks on my face have never been this pink.

~

Looking for someone to play as my girlfriend Rachel. We can pick up from here and go throughout the party, or maybe even the first night when I came over to study with your younger sister? Would love to hear what ideas you have for this scene, and what kinks we should include.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋 Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line.

Already high, but I bet you could talk me into getting obliterated. Fun and flirty convos? Invasive q&a? Idk. Still trying to figure out the vibe for this and what to do. Open to any and all suggestions, just looking for funn, and to convince me to put a plug in 💋

Feeling relaxed, and looking for someone to come step on the gas. Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line. Wanna bring me down to your depravity? I bet you can't. I'm not even gonna get higher. Let's have funn. Flirty convo, games, q&a, whatever. I'm open minded and plugged 💋

Feeling relaxed, and looking for someone to come step on the gas. Older men or girls of any age to the front of the line. Wanna bring me down to your depravity? I bet you can't. I'm not even gonna get higher. Let's have funn. Flirty convo, games, q&a, whatever. I'm open minded and plugged 💋