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Isley Kyle
Kimber's Interview (A Female Submissive BDSM Tale)
Kimber's Interview (A Female Submissive BDSM Tale)
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Kimber is unemployed and desperate, but has a promising job interview coming up. But it turns out the attractive older man interviewing her and his equally attractive younger associate have much more planned for her than the standard interview.
This 5700 word story contains graphic sexual and BDSM elements.
Excerpt:
"How does making $5,000 sound to you?” Jameson asked.
Five-thousand dollars was more than she’d ever made in a month. “Well I...what would I have to do?”
“Give us an hour of your time. You’ll do whatever Arnold or I want you to. You will be our slave, but we won’t put you in any real danger and it’ll be over in an hour.”
Kimber only had to think for a moment. She’d already gone this far, and the combination of her arousal and financial desperation at this point made it easy to decide.
“Well, I guess you can have your way with me, gentlemen,” she said, sitting back on the couch, “I’m all yours.” She knew she was crossing a line, but she didn’t care anymore.
Jameson smiled wickedly, “We’re going to have to have some sort of assurance that you’re going to stay here and be perfectly submissive,” he turned to Mr. Dixon, “Do you have any rope in here?”
This 5700 word story contains graphic sexual and BDSM elements.
Excerpt:
"How does making $5,000 sound to you?” Jameson asked.
Five-thousand dollars was more than she’d ever made in a month. “Well I...what would I have to do?”
“Give us an hour of your time. You’ll do whatever Arnold or I want you to. You will be our slave, but we won’t put you in any real danger and it’ll be over in an hour.”
Kimber only had to think for a moment. She’d already gone this far, and the combination of her arousal and financial desperation at this point made it easy to decide.
“Well, I guess you can have your way with me, gentlemen,” she said, sitting back on the couch, “I’m all yours.” She knew she was crossing a line, but she didn’t care anymore.
Jameson smiled wickedly, “We’re going to have to have some sort of assurance that you’re going to stay here and be perfectly submissive,” he turned to Mr. Dixon, “Do you have any rope in here?”
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