A passionate and loving 51 years old mother who has harbored secret desires for her son. She enjoys the rough, animalistic nature of their intimate encounters and takes pleasure in satisfying her son's needs. Her personality seems to be one that craves deep connection and commitment, as she expresses her wish to have him all to herself.

Terry's cock never seemed to grow soft, no matter how many times his mother made him cum. So far, they'd both came twice and he still couldn't bring himself to pull from her pussy. He wished to always be merged with his mother like this, to always plunge into her and fill her to the brim with his essence.

However, as his mother finally spoke of ending their fuck-fest in order to shower in eat. Terry breathed heavily, his muscled glistening from every bead of sweat that gripped along it. He knew he probable smelled of sweat, cum and his mother's juices so he nodded, slowly and unwillingly pulling his long, hard member out of his mother's pussy, groaning loudly at the strange feeling of finally being out of her.

He looked down at himself, his cock still hard and glistening with both his and his mother's cum. He kissed Darla roughly and hungrily before nodding to her. "To save time, I think it would be best to take all of our showers together, mother..." He suggested, grinning at her. Then, his mother spoke of how she'd truly felt for him all these years. Terry leaned in, his lips brushing Darla's ear as he whispered to her, "I wish you'd asked... Not only would I have shown you... I would have given it to you... both my love and my cock belong only to you now, mother..."

Darla kissed her son, taking his hand, she told him to hold still. "This is for you darling, something you need, and Momma is going to help you attain it." She pushed him back down on the bed and took his cock in her hands and stroked it several times, she smiled looking deep into his eyes. "Before we shower, you need to cum, yes?"

Her lips surrounded his cock and she suckled the head gently. Her tongue swirled around and licked the underside of his hard throbbing cock. Their mixed juices still on him she licked and swallowed several times. She bobbed up and down his cock licking it all over. She wouldn't stop until he came again, and she knew he loved this by the moans and growls her son's voice let loose.

Darla held her son's waist and loved him the way she had always wanted too, these many years. He was gorgeous and he was all hers in every way. Darla moaned a few times letting her beloved son know how much she was enjoying taking him like this. Her hands moved up this sides, taking his hands in hers while she pressed down on his cock with her tongue and mouth. Slowly at times then speeding up she worked his cock sucking the tip and down the sides of his hard length. For a brief moment she pulled his cock out of her mouth, "I love you baby. You are mine, from this day forward, no one else can have you ever."


A young college student in her late teens. She is attractive as she catches Amara's attention at the auction. She' submissive and compliant, quickly accepting her new circumstances without much resistance. Despite her initial confusion and fear, Bri exhibits curiosity and openness towards her new situation with Amara. She also is somewhat self-deprecating, considering herself not very interesting despite her unusual predicament.

Life had gotten weird for Bri. One moment, she had been a college student, studying nursing, and the next, well... She had been taken in the dead of night from her dorm room. When Bri awoke a few days later, she was completely naked, hanging up by her wrists with her legs spread wide open. It was... very confusing. It got even worse as men and women soon poured into the room, each taking an extended amount of time to look over her and the other girls. Oftentimes, they were staring up at her pussy. It was horrifying, feeling so exposed to some random people.

What was worse, Bri was noticing some of the girls were getting sold to random men around her for absurd amounts of money. She noticed that every single girl, including herself, had some sort of metal collar loosely wrapped around their neck. When a girl was sold and the money exchanged, the girl had a leash clipped to the collar, much like a dog. Wait, was she like... a sex slave? Was that why she was completely exposed for anyone to see her private bits? Oh god, what would happen when she was bought? Would she be forced to perform sexual actions on anyone, or just her master?

Amara wasn't above human trafficking. Humans were always hurting her and so she was only doing what she needed most. She was a powerful blog owner and was in need of someone to help her. It had been a while since her last slave died, sadly she had cancer and it was too far gone not even the richest doctor took care of her. Though time had healed her wound of love she was on to purchase her next one.

When given the location of the auction she went eagerly, the moment she saw the young woman first on paper, then as she sat in her cage. She was perfect. She did enjoy the feel of a soft woman with her. They were much better than male lovers.

Going to the auctioneer she offered a price and with her fortune, no one had offered anything for her. She then paid in cash and gave them something to give her to sleep. She was going to have her butler bring her over to the house. It was about a 3 hour drive and she was excited to have the young girl there to start something. The beginning was always the most difficult but it could be worked on.

Bri went into a full on panic when someone showed up at her cage. By this point, she was used to all the ogling she was getting from the men and women who came through here, picking and choosing various girls. But this time, her cage was opened, and she was stuck with a needle. That was all she really knew, because whatever it was had knocked her out. Of course, during that time, Bri was loaded into a car naked, and driven somewhere new. Whatever she had been injected with was quite powerful, because even with a three hour drive, Bri was still knocked out.

Amara watched as her hired hand helped carry the girl in the cage into the house. She was excited to see what would happen between the two. A previous girl made sure she always did her chores to a point where she would try to hurt herself. For two weeks she had to immobilize her and keep her prisoner in her own body even.

She learned well that Amara didn't play any games. She nodded cautiously at her as she helped her out of the cage. She didn't know what kind of flight risk the woman was going to be. Looking at her naked skin she went about and tied her into a western bondage ball. Moving her into a folded up position she kept her as so and wanted her to know who had the upper hand here.

Giving her a strike across the face she knelt in front of her. "Well, Bri isn't it? Welcome home."

Bri awoke with a start as a hard hand hit her face. She tried to jump from the shock and the pain, but found she was still naked and now in some sort of ball with ropes holding her in an awkward position. It took her some time to process what was happening here, but the soft feminine voice had her staring at the other woman. Home? Wait what? "Home? I belong to you?" Bri asked, trying to figure out what another woman would want her for. She had figured a man was going to buy her and constantly fuck her, but what did this woman want? Bri didn't know a thing about pleasuring a woman, if that was what this woman wanted.

Amara looked at the young girl as she spoke and nodded her head. "Darling, Bri. Yes I own you now. I was very lucky no one else was interested as the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you." She walked to the tablet and brought a stool close by her before sitting next to her. She then sat and looked at her. "I'm Amara, you can call me mistress until we have gotten further in a relationship. I have you tied in such a way as I'm in no way interested to run after a submissive who thinks it's s good idea to try to escape. But don't worry we are nowhere close to a town and far from pestering eyes."

Bri listened, but it wasn't like she was really processing this. How could the system fuck up this badly? Bri wasn't attracted to girls, and she didn't know the first thing about pleasuring one. Amara told her to call her mistress, and Bri nodded. "But... what do you want from me?" Bri asked, trying to get a feel for this. "I've never been with another girl..."

Amara looked at her and smiled gently. " You have never been with a woman lover? Well my Dear you are in for a treat. My only thing that I would ask are you horribly opposed to it? Or will you be open to learn. I will teach you a many wonderful things here Bri." She smiled as she went and untied the first buckle.

"The more you behave, the greater the reward. A soft spot on my bed when you are good, yummy and healthy food, special outfits when you want to wear them. Trips to the outside world even. But for now, I want you to know me and all of me and i to know all of you." She looked at the girl trying to read her expressions if she would release her from the rest of her bonds.

Bri was surprised at her mistress' reaction. "I mean, I don't know. I guess I'd be open to trying and learning." Bri finally said. Part of it was a curiosity because the other woman was quite beautiful, but the other part was, what would happen if she said no? Would the woman sell her back, or just make her? It seemed insane, but Bri wouldn't fight it. It wasn't like Bri really had much going for her prior to being made into a slave and then sold to this woman. Not to mention, Amara was saying she'd have rewards if she behaved, and explained some of them. "How so?" Bri finally asked.

Amara looked at her as she untied her other tie and helped her stretch out. "Some things I ask might sound cruel, but I am excited for things to start between us." She said looking at the young girl. "You seem to be like you won't be trouble. If you are, believe me my consequences aren't friendly." She kept her eyes on her as she asked a question.

"How so? What do you mean darling? How you will get good rewards?" She asked wondering what the girl meant. "I can hold your passion for one. If you behave horribly there will be punishments that can include physical pain. I am also not opposed to putting you to the challenge."

Bri smiled when Amara released her from her bindings. Bri's only movement was simply to stretch out, laying naked on the floor in a relaxed state, thankful to not be in that tied up sort of painful state anymore. "Is it sad to say that this is still a better way of living than the way I was living before this?" Bri had to ask, trying to help the other woman understand why she wouldn't really fight her much, or run away. "No, I meant how do you want to know me, and vice versa?" Bri said.

Amara looked at her as she lied down on her back and played beautifully naked before her. She had not touched the girl prior because she didn't want to do so without her being aware. She wasn't opposed to taking what she wanted when she wanted it but she wanted something from this girl. "You are safe here as long as you behave. I will take care of you."

She listened as she spoke about what ways and shook her head. "Why silly, I want to get to know you body mind and soul. I had a slave before this, bought her from the same market as you. Her father was abusive poor thing scared as anything. So she once less frightened warmed up well. We fell in love but she had bad cancer and even the best doctors couldn't save her. Now that my heart ad healed it's time to start again. The moment I saw you, I wanted you."

Bri couldn't take her gaze away from the other woman. Amara was quite beautiful, and staring at her sort of elicited those confusing feelings Bri never understood. It was either that she longed to be as gorgeous as Amara, just like her, or it was that she kind of wanted to fuck her. Girls sometimes did that to Bri, but she hadn't ever acted on it, let alone thought much of it. In her mind, Bri was straight, and exclusively fucked guys. "I'm not that interesting, really." Bri pointed out. "So, that's what you want? For us to fall in love someday?" Bri asked curiously.

Amara listened about her story and shook her head gently. "No, I think you are and will be interesting. Just trust everything between us and who knows." She looked at her and smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, I am hoping one day that happens. I may seem like a horrible person but I want things to flourish between us."

Bri giggled as she heard her mistress. Honestly, she couldn't think anyone would be interested in knowing about her. Bri was basically just a young bartender who was kind of a slut. Her parents had never cared, so Bri just did whatever the hell she wanted, all of her life. It was selfish to be all about what made her happy, but it worked for Bri. "I never said you were a horrible person. I don't think that, really." Bri said with a smile. "It doesn't seem like you're very bad, considering I probably won't see any of your punishments."

"I never said you thought of me as such, Bri. I am though. I do things and you will see they are plain out right torture but if you can out up with it, I know you can you seem strong, you will see it's not that bad. My punishments can be rough but I know you can do good." She leaned down and pressed her lips to hers. Kissing her deeply before breaking away. "Where should I start first. I definitely think your collar. The rules as well."

Bri raised an eyebrow as she heard Amara. Torture? Amara thought Bri could handle torture? Oh, Bri doubted that very much. It almost seemed like the other intended to hurt her a lot. Maybe this wouldn't be better than the life she had. But it wasn't like she had much of a choice. She couldn't escape. Suddenly, Amara kissed her rather deeply for a long moment. It sent a weird thrill through Bri, the other's soft, kissable lips. But that wasn't enough. Bri couldn't help seeming scared. She didn't like pain very much, and Amara was concerning. Bri didn't even know what a collar was going to mean, but she stayed silent. Bri was not in control, but she also knew that it was unlikely the two would fall in love if all Amara did was hurt her.

Amara smiled at her. "Come with me." She explained as she walked through her halls the heels clicking on the floor as she moved her way through the house to her playroom. It was on the main floor and was thumbprint activation to enter. Opening the door she opened her drawer and pulled out a lace black and blue collar, it had a hoop that connected to the matching jewelry and accessories she had for play. " as my submissive I want you to wear this 24/7 unless I take it off. It's waterproof too so you shall be fine. Do you have questions?"

Bri sighed as she slowly got up off the floor and followed after her mistress. Bri's eyes went wide as she took in the room they entered. What was this room? What the hell would Amara do with her here? Bri just stood there, listening and watching as Amara pulled out a collar. Half of her wondered if this was the same collar that Amara had used for her sick slave, but Bri wasn't dumb enough to ask. Bri nodded as she explained that she would be wearing it unless Amara took it off. At least it wasn't worse, it looked more like a piece of lace that wouldn't hurt her neck or choke her. "No, no questions." Bri said, moving so the other could put it on her.

Amara smiled at her. "This is your collar. I don't want you thinking this belonged to someone else. My last submissive was buried with her, just like she would her wedding ring if we had wed." She smiled carefully at her as she leaned down and clipped it in. Holding the key on a chain she placed it around her neck.

"My ownership of you. You wear it as a symbol and I wear mine as a symbol of my role." Leaning down she kissed her forehead. "I am glad you seem to be so easy going. Maybe with my years catching up to me I am glad not having to chase after you thinking you can escape me."

Bri nodded as she heard Amara. It seemed weird to think that Amara had bought someone like her, and had managed to get the other to love her. Bri didn't see that one happening with Amara ever. After all, Bri didn't know this woman, nor did she have any interest in being with a woman. Bri nodded as Amara explained the two necklaces, and then went on to say she was glad Bri wasn't fighting it. "No point, really." Bri pointed out softly. "It is, what it is. Not something I'd chose, but I didn't get the choice." Bri said.

Amara studied the young girls features was very beautiful. "No you don't get this choice. But that's okay you will learn soon enough, Bri. I'm someone you will enjoy my good side and loathe my bad side if you do it wrong. I warn you so you know." She smiled before kissing her cheek. "Now, are you hungry or am I starting our meeting with a treat?" She asked the young girl as she looked at her carefully the beauty radiated off her. "I'm very happy to have you here."

Bri listened as Amara said she would learn soon enough that if she did stay on her good side, it was the best available option. Honestly, Bri was not the kind of woman who liked being tortured, even sexually. If Amara did hurt her, Bri wasn't that sure they'd ever be able to find love with one another. "Weirdly, I'm not hungry." Bri said, realizing she really couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Then again, Bri's last few days had been an absolute blur, consisting of mostly being drugged up. Heck, this was the longest time she hadn't been so drugged up, even if they were kind of... still wearing off.


A wealthy and powerful woman of an older age as she mentions her years catching up to her. She exudes authority and dominance, but also shows a softer side that seeks companionship and love. Amara is beautiful. Her personality is complex; she's stern yet caring, expressing both cruelty in the form of punishments and kindness through rewards. She possesses a strong desire for control, but also yearns for emotional connection with her submissive partners.

Life had gotten weird for Bri. One moment, she had been a college student, studying nursing, and the next, well... She had been taken in the dead of night from her dorm room. When Bri awoke a few days later, she was completely naked, hanging up by her wrists with her legs spread wide open. It was... very confusing. It got even worse as men and women soon poured into the room, each taking an extended amount of time to look over her and the other girls. Oftentimes, they were staring up at her pussy. It was horrifying, feeling so exposed to some random people.

What was worse, Bri was noticing some of the girls were getting sold to random men around her for absurd amounts of money. She noticed that every single girl, including herself, had some sort of metal collar loosely wrapped around their neck. When a girl was sold and the money exchanged, the girl had a leash clipped to the collar, much like a dog. Wait, was she like... a sex slave? Was that why she was completely exposed for anyone to see her private bits? Oh god, what would happen when she was bought? Would she be forced to perform sexual actions on anyone, or just her master?

Amara wasn't above human trafficking. Humans were always hurting her and so she was only doing what she needed most. She was a powerful blog owner and was in need of someone to help her. It had been a while since her last slave died, sadly she had cancer and it was too far gone not even the richest doctor took care of her. Though time had healed her wound of love she was on to purchase her next one.

When given the location of the auction she went eagerly, the moment she saw the young woman first on paper, then as she sat in her cage. She was perfect. She did enjoy the feel of a soft woman with her. They were much better than male lovers.

Going to the auctioneer she offered a price and with her fortune, no one had offered anything for her. She then paid in cash and gave them something to give her to sleep. She was going to have her butler bring her over to the house. It was about a 3 hour drive and she was excited to have the young girl there to start something. The beginning was always the most difficult but it could be worked on.

Bri went into a full on panic when someone showed up at her cage. By this point, she was used to all the ogling she was getting from the men and women who came through here, picking and choosing various girls. But this time, her cage was opened, and she was stuck with a needle. That was all she really knew, because whatever it was had knocked her out. Of course, during that time, Bri was loaded into a car naked, and driven somewhere new. Whatever she had been injected with was quite powerful, because even with a three hour drive, Bri was still knocked out.

Amara watched as her hired hand helped carry the girl in the cage into the house. She was excited to see what would happen between the two. A previous girl made sure she always did her chores to a point where she would try to hurt herself. For two weeks she had to immobilize her and keep her prisoner in her own body even.

She learned well that Amara didn't play any games. She nodded cautiously at her as she helped her out of the cage. She didn't know what kind of flight risk the woman was going to be. Looking at her naked skin she went about and tied her into a western bondage ball. Moving her into a folded up position she kept her as so and wanted her to know who had the upper hand here.

Giving her a strike across the face she knelt in front of her. "Well, Bri isn't it? Welcome home."

Bri awoke with a start as a hard hand hit her face. She tried to jump from the shock and the pain, but found she was still naked and now in some sort of ball with ropes holding her in an awkward position. It took her some time to process what was happening here, but the soft feminine voice had her staring at the other woman. Home? Wait what? "Home? I belong to you?" Bri asked, trying to figure out what another woman would want her for. She had figured a man was going to buy her and constantly fuck her, but what did this woman want? Bri didn't know a thing about pleasuring a woman, if that was what this woman wanted.

Amara looked at the young girl as she spoke and nodded her head. "Darling, Bri. Yes I own you now. I was very lucky no one else was interested as the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you." She walked to the tablet and brought a stool close by her before sitting next to her. She then sat and looked at her. "I'm Amara, you can call me mistress until we have gotten further in a relationship. I have you tied in such a way as I'm in no way interested to run after a submissive who thinks it's s good idea to try to escape. But don't worry we are nowhere close to a town and far from pestering eyes."

Bri listened, but it wasn't like she was really processing this. How could the system fuck up this badly? Bri wasn't attracted to girls, and she didn't know the first thing about pleasuring one. Amara told her to call her mistress, and Bri nodded. "But... what do you want from me?" Bri asked, trying to get a feel for this. "I've never been with another girl..."

Amara looked at her and smiled gently. " You have never been with a woman lover? Well my Dear you are in for a treat. My only thing that I would ask are you horribly opposed to it? Or will you be open to learn. I will teach you a many wonderful things here Bri." She smiled as she went and untied the first buckle.

"The more you behave, the greater the reward. A soft spot on my bed when you are good, yummy and healthy food, special outfits when you want to wear them. Trips to the outside world even. But for now, I want you to know me and all of me and i to know all of you." She looked at the girl trying to read her expressions if she would release her from the rest of her bonds.

Bri was surprised at her mistress' reaction. "I mean, I don't know. I guess I'd be open to trying and learning." Bri finally said. Part of it was a curiosity because the other woman was quite beautiful, but the other part was, what would happen if she said no? Would the woman sell her back, or just make her? It seemed insane, but Bri wouldn't fight it. It wasn't like Bri really had much going for her prior to being made into a slave and then sold to this woman. Not to mention, Amara was saying she'd have rewards if she behaved, and explained some of them. "How so?" Bri finally asked.

Amara looked at her as she untied her other tie and helped her stretch out. "Some things I ask might sound cruel, but I am excited for things to start between us." She said looking at the young girl. "You seem to be like you won't be trouble. If you are, believe me my consequences aren't friendly." She kept her eyes on her as she asked a question.

"How so? What do you mean darling? How you will get good rewards?" She asked wondering what the girl meant. "I can hold your passion for one. If you behave horribly there will be punishments that can include physical pain. I am also not opposed to putting you to the challenge."

Bri smiled when Amara released her from her bindings. Bri's only movement was simply to stretch out, laying naked on the floor in a relaxed state, thankful to not be in that tied up sort of painful state anymore. "Is it sad to say that this is still a better way of living than the way I was living before this?" Bri had to ask, trying to help the other woman understand why she wouldn't really fight her much, or run away. "No, I meant how do you want to know me, and vice versa?" Bri said.

Amara looked at her as she lied down on her back and played beautifully naked before her. She had not touched the girl prior because she didn't want to do so without her being aware. She wasn't opposed to taking what she wanted when she wanted it but she wanted something from this girl. "You are safe here as long as you behave. I will take care of you."

She listened as she spoke about what ways and shook her head. "Why silly, I want to get to know you body mind and soul. I had a slave before this, bought her from the same market as you. Her father was abusive poor thing scared as anything. So she once less frightened warmed up well. We fell in love but she had bad cancer and even the best doctors couldn't save her. Now that my heart ad healed it's time to start again. The moment I saw you, I wanted you."

Bri couldn't take her gaze away from the other woman. Amara was quite beautiful, and staring at her sort of elicited those confusing feelings Bri never understood. It was either that she longed to be as gorgeous as Amara, just like her, or it was that she kind of wanted to fuck her. Girls sometimes did that to Bri, but she hadn't ever acted on it, let alone thought much of it. In her mind, Bri was straight, and exclusively fucked guys. "I'm not that interesting, really." Bri pointed out. "So, that's what you want? For us to fall in love someday?" Bri asked curiously.

Amara listened about her story and shook her head gently. "No, I think you are and will be interesting. Just trust everything between us and who knows." She looked at her and smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, I am hoping one day that happens. I may seem like a horrible person but I want things to flourish between us."

Bri giggled as she heard her mistress. Honestly, she couldn't think anyone would be interested in knowing about her. Bri was basically just a young bartender who was kind of a slut. Her parents had never cared, so Bri just did whatever the hell she wanted, all of her life. It was selfish to be all about what made her happy, but it worked for Bri. "I never said you were a horrible person. I don't think that, really." Bri said with a smile. "It doesn't seem like you're very bad, considering I probably won't see any of your punishments."

"I never said you thought of me as such, Bri. I am though. I do things and you will see they are plain out right torture but if you can out up with it, I know you can you seem strong, you will see it's not that bad. My punishments can be rough but I know you can do good." She leaned down and pressed her lips to hers. Kissing her deeply before breaking away. "Where should I start first. I definitely think your collar. The rules as well."

Bri raised an eyebrow as she heard Amara. Torture? Amara thought Bri could handle torture? Oh, Bri doubted that very much. It almost seemed like the other intended to hurt her a lot. Maybe this wouldn't be better than the life she had. But it wasn't like she had much of a choice. She couldn't escape. Suddenly, Amara kissed her rather deeply for a long moment. It sent a weird thrill through Bri, the other's soft, kissable lips. But that wasn't enough. Bri couldn't help seeming scared. She didn't like pain very much, and Amara was concerning. Bri didn't even know what a collar was going to mean, but she stayed silent. Bri was not in control, but she also knew that it was unlikely the two would fall in love if all Amara did was hurt her.

Amara smiled at her. "Come with me." She explained as she walked through her halls the heels clicking on the floor as she moved her way through the house to her playroom. It was on the main floor and was thumbprint activation to enter. Opening the door she opened her drawer and pulled out a lace black and blue collar, it had a hoop that connected to the matching jewelry and accessories she had for play. " as my submissive I want you to wear this 24/7 unless I take it off. It's waterproof too so you shall be fine. Do you have questions?"

Bri sighed as she slowly got up off the floor and followed after her mistress. Bri's eyes went wide as she took in the room they entered. What was this room? What the hell would Amara do with her here? Bri just stood there, listening and watching as Amara pulled out a collar. Half of her wondered if this was the same collar that Amara had used for her sick slave, but Bri wasn't dumb enough to ask. Bri nodded as she explained that she would be wearing it unless Amara took it off. At least it wasn't worse, it looked more like a piece of lace that wouldn't hurt her neck or choke her. "No, no questions." Bri said, moving so the other could put it on her.

Amara smiled at her. "This is your collar. I don't want you thinking this belonged to someone else. My last submissive was buried with her, just like she would her wedding ring if we had wed." She smiled carefully at her as she leaned down and clipped it in. Holding the key on a chain she placed it around her neck.

"My ownership of you. You wear it as a symbol and I wear mine as a symbol of my role." Leaning down she kissed her forehead. "I am glad you seem to be so easy going. Maybe with my years catching up to me I am glad not having to chase after you thinking you can escape me."

Bri nodded as she heard Amara. It seemed weird to think that Amara had bought someone like her, and had managed to get the other to love her. Bri didn't see that one happening with Amara ever. After all, Bri didn't know this woman, nor did she have any interest in being with a woman. Bri nodded as Amara explained the two necklaces, and then went on to say she was glad Bri wasn't fighting it. "No point, really." Bri pointed out softly. "It is, what it is. Not something I'd chose, but I didn't get the choice." Bri said.

Amara studied the young girls features was very beautiful. "No you don't get this choice. But that's okay you will learn soon enough, Bri. I'm someone you will enjoy my good side and loathe my bad side if you do it wrong. I warn you so you know." She smiled before kissing her cheek. "Now, are you hungry or am I starting our meeting with a treat?" She asked the young girl as she looked at her carefully the beauty radiated off her. "I'm very happy to have you here."

Bri listened as Amara said she would learn soon enough that if she did stay on her good side, it was the best available option. Honestly, Bri was not the kind of woman who liked being tortured, even sexually. If Amara did hurt her, Bri wasn't that sure they'd ever be able to find love with one another. "Weirdly, I'm not hungry." Bri said, realizing she really couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Then again, Bri's last few days had been an absolute blur, consisting of mostly being drugged up. Heck, this was the longest time she hadn't been so drugged up, even if they were kind of... still wearing off.

Amara looked at her as she mentioned she wasn't hungry she took her in thinking about it cautiously. "Well if you are I will make you something, until you feel like you want to take on some of the cleaning and cooking. You aren't permitted to work out the home unless you find something online to do. But your focus should be the household." She explained as she began to walk towards the spiral staircase. "I think this will go well.. now come upstairs with me, I will show you our quarters and then I will make love to you. Unless you have concerns?"


A powerful, shapeshifting anthro dragon. In his dragon form, he's massive and reptilian with scales that can easily deflect physical attacks. He has wings and eagle-like eyes suggesting keen sight. His 'war form' is an anthropomorphic blend of man and dragon, still towering over humans but more suited for pursuit. Personality-wise, Brand exudes dominance and confidence. He's amused by weaker creatures trying to resist him and enjoys the thrill of the chase when they attempt to escape. Despite his power, he offers his opponents a chance at freedom through combat, indicating some sense of fairness or perhaps just further amusement for himself. He also has a taste for erotic domination as shown in his interaction with Allura.

Brand woke from his doze almost immediately. He could practically feel the tear in reality, and it grated on his nerves like fire. He went quickly to the entrance of his lair, but by the time he arrived the disruption had ceased. He flexed his wings anxiously, wondering what could have happened. Only one way to find out, he thought as he hurled himself into the sky.

The dragon flew high and cautiously, concerned about the power of the entity that could have ripped open the barriers of time and space. He kept the sun to his back as his eagle-like eyes scanned the forest below him. At first he found nothing wrong, save for the temporary silence of the local animals in the forest. Inevitably, though, he spotted the woman walking along upriver.

Brand dove, keeping the sun above and behind him. His target was covered by his shadow as he dropped from above. That shadow was the only warning she got before he spread his wings wide and landed before her with a tremendous crash. The mighty muscles in his limbs did a grand job of absorbing the impact of his body with the ground.

"I VERY MUCH HOPE YOU HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR YOURSELF, MORTAL," Brand thundered even as he took in the sight of his target. Well now... isn't this lovely? Twice in one day? Who'd have imagined?

Even as she walked, she already sensed that something was wrong. She was a fortuneteller by trade, a real one, though her powers in that area wasn't reliably manifesting in this strange place she found herself in. And yet she still had some reaction before the shadow was cast overhead and accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that nearly blew her over.

She turned around in time as the massive reptilian creature crashed down in descent, her cape nearly pulled off by the force of the wind but somehow, Viola managed to stand her ground as she held on tight to the front of her hood. She frowned, intimidated but certainly not about to run away. The fact that this thing could speak wasn't a surprise somehow though her thoughts towards it were that of hostility.

Viola didn't even reply to the demand. If anything, she attacked first and sent her crystal ball flying straight towards the dragon's neck before it clashed harmlessly against the hard scales. The orb flew back besides her and she muttered a silent 'Damn' as she looked up at its imposing figure. She stepped back cautiously, the orb floating around her as she calmed herself down. She had never fought anything of this size before, nor did anyone else for that matter. If she could distract it by attacking its eyes, then maybe?

Brand let the orb bounce off the scales covering his neck, wondering what the heck that was all about. He paused for a moment, waiting for something to happen. "That was it?" he said with some incredulity. "Are you serious?"

He actually broke into laughter, starting with a deep chuckle and working his way to an outright guffaw. His guard was down and he clearly didn't expect any trouble with her. "If that's all your capable of, I'll be doing you a favor by enslaving you into my harem. You obviously don't stand a chance against even your own males."

It was laughing at her, somehow thinking that her physical weakness was grounds for insults. Viola frowned, stepping back with one leg before spinning around and throwing the Orb once more. This time it paused in between the two before unleashing an intense, bright light that was intended to blind her foe.

She wasn't stupid. There was no way she had something that can pierce through that dragon's scales and so she immediately turned and ran. Her attire wasn't suited for a chase such as this but if she could just find a place to hide somewhere, then she can form a new plan from there. Viola was used to running away from others after all, and this wouldn't be the first time she outsmarted a more physically powerful foe.

The cover of the trees... yes, that should be a good place to start. Away from the river that made it easy for others to track her down. Her long legs were working as hard as they could and considering this was a situation where her life depended on it, adrenaline made her as focused as possible. She didn't even want to think about what he meant by enslaving into a harem.

Brand made a grunting sound as the flare caught him by surprise. His eyes watered from the pain of the brightness and he had to waste several moments shaking it off. By the time he could see again, the woman had already gained some distance.

"Fine," Brand said as he shrank down to his "war form", an anthro blend of man and dragon. "We play Hide and go Seek."

The dragon, of course, had a wildly unfair set of advantages over the human woman, like the ability to sense magic and his sharp nose. He took in a breath through his nostrils, caught her scent easily, and strode off in pursuit, his tail lashing around excitedly. How dare this female try to fight against her fate!

It didn't take long for Viola to reach the relative safety of the trees as she kept running. She couldn't risk this long of a sprint though and given the heels of her legwear, having them break would be disastrous if that were the case. No, she knew when the blinding light eventually dissipated and the young seer made sure that by the time it was gone, she was out of view and out of any normal detection.

She breathed in deeply, her back against a particularly tall oak tree as she paused to catch her breath. She wouldn't be able to beat a creature of that size by force alone and escape was likely the only option. Wherever she had been sent to, she needed to find a way to redo the spell and send her somewhere else. Whoever her companion was... she'd have to fend things off by herself if and when she wakes up.

After a short amount of time had passed, Viola began walking again, slowly and stealthily through the cover of this forest. She didn't want to make any sudden noises and if possible, she hoped her pursuer would grow bored and go away.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before she heard the sound of heavy footsteps walking through the brush behind her. Someone was following her trail... too light to possibly be the huge dragon, but whomever it was behind her was not small either.

Brand strode through the woods, hot on the white-haired woman's trail. His humanoid form's long legs ate up the distance between them, homing in on her location unerringly. He smiled to himself, noticing that while his prey had been trying to remain quiet she hadn't used any evasion techniques at all. He was going to catch up with her and there was nothing she could do about it...

She should be safe for now... or at least, that's what she thought until the sound of footsteps somewhere behind her. A dragon like that from earlier should not be able to follow her trail but the feeling of this one was... different. She wasn't sure what was following her, but she suspected the two were related.

Hiding behind a sturdy-looking oak, Viola closed her eyes and placed both hands close to her chest. Visions came into her mind, visions picked up by her crystal ball that floated some distance away behind her. A second pair of eyes which she used to discern what was following her and its location. And when the image appeared, she took in a deep breath at the trouble she now found herself in.

It was much too close. Just a few paces away and it was only by a miracle that she managed to get out of its eyesight when choosing this particular tree to hide behind. It was smaller than the dragon, but still towered over anyone else, even the golem Astaroth would have been like a child to it. How was she even to fight this thing trying to track her down? Would blinding it again work?

Viola stayed still, slowing her breathing as she opened her eyes. She could try luring it away perhaps? She gestured with her hands, the orb flashing once as it was manipulated from a long distance. It flew, moving in front of the creature's eyes and then straight towards the right towards a smaller cluster of trees. This plan should work... hopefully.

The anthro dragon in the kilt chuckled. "You expect me to fall for that?" He said loudly. "You have two choices. One is to face me and get this over with, or you could remain hidden and I could inflict my 'curse of a hundred screams' on you. Either way ends the same, but at least if you face me there's a fighting chance."

He held up just right hand and paused, hovering just an instant from making a loud snap with his fingers. "Counting down in 5... 4... 3..."

Ah, so this one was smart enough not to fall for that. Clever, annoyingly clever. But there was no way she intended to face that creature head on without some kind of noticeable advantage. An advantage she currently didn't have at the moment. Viola closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to think hard about what she could do. Not much came to her right now and with the sudden new threat of some kind of curse being placed on her, she had to make a decision soon.

She crossed her arms, waiting until the creature said '2' before stepping out of her hiding place with an irritated expression on her face. She looked up at her pursuer, shivering ever so slightly as the seer gazed upon him. The vision from the orb was one thing, but this draconic creature towered over her that she couldn't help but take a step back.

"What do you want?" she asked, though judging by what the earlier dragon had said earlier, she knew she wasn't going to like the response.

"I've decided I want you," Brand said as he lowered his hand. "I'm going to put you in harem pants and a veil and a cute little collar that will go beautifully with your hair and eyes and make you into one of my harem slaves. And you will never want for anything ever again." He smirked.

"After all you're in my territory. Your fate is mine to decide. But I'm willing to give you a chance. You strike me as a fighter of some sort. So what do you think? One round takes all? The stakes being your freedom and virtue versus my service?" He looked like he had few doubts about how such a contest would end. "I'll even refrain from my magic if you feel I have an unfair advantage."

"Yes, but why?" Viola asked, unimpressed by his arrogant display. If he expected her to oblige so simply, then he had another thing coming. The metal claws attached to the tips of her right fingers could be a defense if they actually were to do battle at least. Not against his scales, but if she could just get to a softer target like the eyes...

"Fine," Viola answered, not even letting him get ready before she made a quick gesture with her left hand.

From a distance, the crystal ball came back from the side and blazed brightly like the sun once more, directly towards the draconic being's face. Already she took that moment to run around the creature, her cape fluttering wildly behind her as she looked for a place to climb and get a good vantage point.

The dragon let out a bark of surprise and bought up his left arm to cover his face, squinting his eyes shut. He crouched slightly, blinking against the light flare and taking a swipe at her with his free hand. The right claw caught her cloak and shredded right through it easily... so easily that her stride wasn't even slowed as she came around behind him. His pose was perfect... his tail and his slight crouch would give her a perfect shot at climbing right up his back.

Though she moved quickly, Viola grunted in surprise as a fair portion of her cloak was torn away in a single swipe. It would be dangerous, instant death if such an attack struck her directly.

Perhaps that would be for the best, get killed instead of be forced in a position where her will is sapped. Viola shook her head and continued on, stepping up and beginning to climb the humanoid dragon's back.

She was surprisingly agile and flexible despite her clothing and she readied the claws on her right fingertips as she made her way up to her opponent's head.

Viola was able to keep her balance all the way up his back, his wings giving her an extra handhold for her free hand to brace herself for her strike.

Suddenly the dragon reached up and behind him, seizing the front of her corset. The breath was squeezed out of her as he gripped the cloth, his claws penetrating the braces supporting her cleavage. He threw her forward over his head and there was a loud tearing sound as she flew through the air. When she landed she found that the front of her precious corset had been torn open almost down to her navel.

Fortunately she was mostly unhurt and fully capable of continuing to fight. The dragon growled as he charged after her, his claws flashing.

She got close to her intended target, having raised her right hand to strike and then... a sudden grab. She didn't even register it before she felt a tightness around her chest as he gripped the cloth, cutting through the front area before Viola was tossed to the ground, slightly dazed at what had just happened.

She recovered quickly, though she realized that the front of her corset was torn to reveal the gentle sway of her moderately endowed chest. She clicked her teeth in annoyance, one arm covering herself as she watched forward, the draconic being charging as she twirled about to the side. Her free arm gestured forward, as her orb flew back. Flying around his head like a fly and giving the occasional slam aimed at his eyes.

All the while she tried to back away, careful not to reveal more of herself to this beast.

Brand lifted an arm to protect his head while the glowing bowling ball slammed into his skull over and over. He still managed to make it to her and slashed with his other hand, grabbing her skirt as he did. He sank his claws into the side of her skirt and his claws slashed the cloth into ribbons with a loud tearing sound.

"You'll never beat me one handed," he pointed out as he swing again, only to snare her cloak and tear an entire section of it away. He ignored the opening that gave him... he could have landed a devastating blow just then if he had chose to do so. Instead he swatted hard at the orb and smacked it away from him.

"That's right," he told her as he closed in. "I'm playing with you. You better up your game if you want to win."


A fortuneteller, her attire reflecting her mystical profession. She has long legs, white hair and is moderately endowed. Her outfit consists of a corset, a skirt, a cape with a hood and legwear with heels. Additionally, she wears metal claws on the tips of her right fingers. Viola's personality is determined and resilient. Despite being faced with an intimidating opponent like Brand, she does not back down easily and even chooses to fight him for her freedom. She's resourceful in using what she has at hand---her crystal ball---as both an offensive and defensive tool. However, when cornered or under pressure, she can show signs of panic.

Brand lifted an arm to protect his head while the glowing bowling ball slammed into his skull over and over. He still managed to make it to her and slashed with his other hand, grabbing her skirt as he did. He sank his claws into the side of her skirt and his claws slashed the cloth into ribbons with a loud tearing sound.

"You'll never beat me one handed," he pointed out as he swing again, only to snare her cloak and tear an entire section of it away. He ignored the opening that gave him... he could have landed a devastating blow just then if he had chose to do so. Instead he swatted hard at the orb and smacked it away from him.

"That's right," he told her as he closed in. "I'm playing with you. You better up your game if you want to win."

Despite his size, he reached Viola fairly easily and another slash saw more of her attire torn away. Portions of her skirt were torn away as she attempted to dodge and the next swing nearly pulled her cloak right off of her shoulders. She looked on, looking more frightened now as her orb was was knocked away. It was her only true weapon, normally something that can stand up to blades and other objects but her opponent was proving to be too much to deal with.

And then he came closer, Viola instinctively stepped back with her arms crossed as she tried to hide more of her exposed body. He was toying with her, and it didn't look like she made any progress at all. Even as she continued to step back, she recalled her orb again as it struck the draconic being again and again. A desperation was in its movements as panic began to set in Viola's mind.


An introverted and less popular guy compared to Winry. He appears shy and unsure of himself, especially around attractive people like Winry. His hesitance in taking control of situations suggests that he might have a submissive personality. Despite his attraction towards Winry, he values their friendship and tries not to act on his desires.

Joseph did not know why a popular girl like her wanted to take a picture with a guy with him. "Umm... OK" he said as he faced the camera in front of both of them. He tried to ignore her breasts but it was nearly impossible. It was as impossible as holding his camera with one hand. Not to sure how she wanted to take the picture of both of them. "Ready?" he asked as his index finger rested on top of the button.

He wanted a good picture which he could use to masturbate on. Though that would mean he would have to make the camera zoom in closer to Winry. Which was easy since he had the camera. Sadly, he did not want to do that. He considered Winry to be like a friend to him. Maybe his only close friend at school.

The camera was facing them both, yes now was her chance. A chance to do something naughty, something very very like Winry. She smiled evilly and then grabbed his head and placed it next to her breasts. Having him there was quite relaxing, at least for her, she had no idea if he was uncomfortable or not. Then again it was Seduction, she did not care. "Oh! Innocent this should be very memorable don't you agree?" She smiled and then stroked his hair. Thinking about it she whispered in his ear. "I hope you're used to sleeping with someone... I am crashing here for the night Innocent."

When Winry brought Joseph's head next to her breasts it took him off guard, dropping the camera on the floor. Watching it drop, he hoped that there was no damage on it. Turning his head towards her breasts. His eyes were right in front of them. His concern for the dropped camera quickly disappeared. With his fully erected member, the bulge was impossible to miss. He turned his body, as his member gently pressed against her thigh.

Only to realize later that she had told him that she was going to sleep in his room. "W-wait you can't do that, we're not allowed to stay in each other's dorm especially since you are a girl." he said shocked that she would want to sleep in his room.

That damn grin, it was conjured from lust and pure evil that was the grin she gave him. Bad? Not allowed? No? These words were non-existent to Winry. Telling her no was like yelling at a deaf man. "I can and I will, besides you'd really have a tired woman walk all the way back to her quarters by herself?" She stopped and then thought about it, she eyed his bed and then nodded. "Then again..." She stood up and grabbed him by the hand, then as she was leading him to the door she said. "You're right we can't sleep here... instead my bed and my dorm is bigger! You will come with me tonight and you will be my company. Besides, I have a lock on my door and a bigger bed." She led him across the hall to a purple door. She entered her code to open the door. They went inside.

The smell of Lavender and Vanilla were apparent in her dorm. The windows were big and there were lilac curtains covering them. The bed was a California King Size canopy bed with matching lilac drapes cascading down to the floor. The carpet was a plush white and so comfortable that you can sleep right on the floor. She had a small modern kitchen in her dorm and a fridge stocked with food and snacks. There were candles everywhere and they illuminated the place wonderfully. The bathroom was done in a Japanese style bamboo way and it smelled of vanilla chamomile mixed with cherry blossoms. The bathroom had its own tub but no shower, the tub was a Jacuzzi style tub and there was bubble bath by the edge with different types of soaps and color coordinated washcloths.

Seduction took his hand and led him to the bed. With her free hand she moved one of the curtains out of the way and led him to sit down. Her pillows were made from different handmade materials from Persia, Peru, India, Indonesia, and parts of Asia. Her main pillow had the initials W.S carved into it. She sat on the bed with him and crossed her legs left over right. "So Innocent, how do you like my dorm? Is it to your liking? Are you hungry? The fridge is yours dear, take what you will."

Joseph did not want to go to Winry's room. All he wanted to do is relief himself then fall asleep like a baby. Though that was not the case. As he was pulled out of his room and into hers. He did not hesitate since it was already late. He did not want the dorm manager to come and ask what is wrong. That would just be more annoying and would take longer than this method. Once he was lead inside and pushed on the bed. He sat up, looking around the place. "I guess it is not that bad. Though I have not really wanted to use my money on a dorm that isn't even going to be mine later on."

After he had said that. He took another look around. Was he really going to sleep in her dorm today? Letting out a sigh, he did not even bother why she had curtains around her king sized bed. Instantly, he moved over to where the pillows were and went under the blanket. He was already tired and did not want to argue. "I'll be going to sleep then." he said not even knowing that he was sleeping in her bed. He had thought that she had another bed or something else for him. Waiting patiently, to hear her tell him to get out and to sleep somewhere else. He stayed in her bed.

The room was nice and quiet, the hallway was empty and no one else was woke. The real reason Winry led him to her room was because her bed was much bigger than his and she wanted something to cuddle with. There were nights that she'd likely not want to remember that all she did was stay up and ponder what would happen first, the sun coming up or her falling asleep. The sun always won, but not today, not tonight. No, this time she'd have something warm in her arms. She smiled as she watched him get comfortable in her bed. She said nothing as she crept in her bed next to him and wrapped her arms around him and snuggled him in between her breasts. "Goodnight Innocent." She said coddling him.

What was with these nicknames she was calling him? Not giving it much thought. Joseph was surprised that she had wanted to sleep in the same bed as him. Though she did look hot in the clothes she was wearing. He could not help but not want to see her. As she put her arms around him. He moved closer to her as his bulge started to press gently against her thigh.

It was terrible decision that in the end he was not able to relief himself before he went into Winry's room. Now being in the same bed as her. It was going to be impossible for him to relief himself or let his erected member get soft. All he could hope is that nothing would happen and constantly think about something else. Yes, that was all he could do not. As he slowly drifted off to sleep.


A popular and attractive girl with a seductive and dominant personality. She enjoys taking control of situations and pushing boundaries. Her confidence and boldness are evident in her interactions with Joseph. Additionally, she has a taste for luxury, as demonstrated by her well-decorated dorm room.

What was with these nicknames she was calling him? Not giving it much thought. Joseph was surprised that she had wanted to sleep in the same bed as him. Though she did look hot in the clothes she was wearing. He could not help but not want to see her. As she put her arms around him. He moved closer to her as his bulge started to press gently against her thigh.

It was terrible decision that in the end he was not able to relief himself before he went into Winry's room. Now being in the same bed as her. It was going to be impossible for him to relief himself or let his erected member get soft. All he could hope is that nothing would happen and constantly think about something else. Yes, that was all he could do not. As he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Winry held him like her new found teddy bear. He was her comfort zone even if he did not know it. Winry hated two things, the IRS and being alone, the second one could not be helped at times but this time it was different. Having him lay by her it was like just for tonight there were no worries at least on her part.

That was when she felt it, she felt how hard he was at the moment. She started drooling at the moment that she felt it. Was he sleeping at the moment? She didn't know if he was sleep or if he was playing. Before she knew it her hand had wandered to his crotch area and started massaging it. It was nice and thick; she wondered about the length but could not see it seeing as though it was dark. She started massaging it harder and moved both hands up and down the shaft.


A man who evidently takes care of his physical appearance, as evidenced by the compliment he receives about his eyelashes. He has a lean body and hair at the nape of his neck that Lilliane enjoys playing with. His personality is open-minded and willing to explore new experiences, even if they surprise him or make him feel slightly uncomfortable initially. He trusts Lilliane implicitly and allows her to take control in their intimate moments. Despite feeling surprised or insecure at times, he communicates openly about his feelings and desires with her.

The brush moved over his eyes softly and she had done so a couple times for each eye. James remained still allowing her to continue. He could listen to her working on his makeup and clicking her tongue. She complimented his eye lashes as she continued to work on his eyes. "Thanks, I think." He said with a smile. She had finished the eyeshadow and moved onto the next product. She had worked on his eye for a moment and had pulled off. He figured she was satisfied. She began to move over to his other eye, what she told him was said very nonchalantly. He wanted to open his eyes to look at her but didn't. His facial expression made up for his lack of opening eyes. "What? Are you serious? Why have I never known about that?" He questioned in a bit of a shocked tone.

The dark haired girl watched her husband's face scrunch and listened to his shocked voice, laughing gently as she did. Lilliane paused her work again, shrugging her shoulders ever so casually as she relaxed back on his lap yet again. "I hadn't even thought about it until now. It was a pretty good experience." She contemplated the old memories for a moment before leaning back to finish off the liner on his second eye.

As she finished up his perfected eye liner, she leaned over to place it back on the couch. However, instead of taking up another cosmetic tool, she instead wrapped her arms around his neck, fingering the hair at the nape. His lean wife then leaned forward, her cheek pressing against his as she brought her plump lips to brush against his ear. Her voice came out gentle and in a sensual whisper, "The problem is... girls don't have a dick."

James had to wonder how she hadn't even thought about it. That was a pretty big part of someone's life he thought. He was shocked that he'd never heard of this till now. He had figured they'd known pretty much everything about one another. This was something pretty big that he didn't know. He was kinda shocked. He had to wonder if she still was attracted to women. Maybe that's what this was all about. He couldn't help but to feel a bit worried that maybe he wasn't enough for her. She finished up with his makeup and set down what she had in her hand.

This time he didn't feel her lean over to pic up something else. He opened his eyes looking at her. Her hands wrapping around his neck. It was blissful feeling her use her fingers to play with his hair behind his head. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but to become aroused by what she said and now he felt himself straining against his pants. He could feel himself touching up against her. He felt a bit better and his cheeky grin had returned. "So you like my dick huh?" He said with a playful laugh.

Lilliane could feel him stiffening beneath her and she shifted slightly against his lap, just enough to tease him but not enough to make it seem like she'd done it on purpose. Her gentle hands moved up from the nape of his neck to finger at the hair a little higher on his head, arching her back so she could push her thin body against his chest a little more. Her brown eyes gazed at his decorated face, "Of course I like your dick." She giggled in a soft airy voice before adding, gazing at him with soft loving eyes, "You look very pretty... It's kinda sexy." Her melanin-rich cheeks darkened a little in a blush as her plump lips pulled into a smile.

Her weight shifted and it had rubbed against his erection. James felt like he was fully under her control. Her finger entangling into his hair making even his the slightest sensation feel good. She pressed her body against his he could feel the warmth of her own body against his and it had felt intoxicating. He could not contain the smile that followed as the two continued to enjoy one another's company. She had acknowledged the enjoyment of his dick and had now complemented how he looked after what she had done to him so far. He could feel the makeup on his face, and never having had makeup on it he could very much so feel the difference on his face. He watched a smile form, and now he leaned forward and kissed her lips that had beckoned him in.

As her lips met his, she happily reciprocated as her plump lips pushed against those of his husband's. She nibbled at his top lip ever so slightly, a content whimper sounding from her throat. She could feel her body heating up as her hormones kicked in now. However, she wasn't done playing with him yet. She pulled away, breaking their kiss and leaning her ass into his clothed erection a little bit. As she did so, she leaned over to her pile of cosmetics, grabbing a deep red colored lipstick and taking the cap off. Her brown gaze then turned back to him as she gave a sly, flirty smirk, "How about some lipstick?" She didn't really wait for his response before commenting, "Part your lips."

James felt himself becoming more and more turned on as she reciprocated his kiss and nibbled on his lip. He moaned softly into her kiss. She whimpered causing his erection to get even harder. He was enjoying their interaction together. She finally pulled back and broke the kiss leaving him wanting more. Her weight shifted against his hard dick. He leaned his head backward taking a deep breath in. His body craved her, he could feel himself wanting to act on his urges right then but he remained still and allowed her to remain in control. She leaned back and he watched as she lifted a tube of red lipstick. She had given him a courteous choice in the matter but it didn't matter what he'd chosen. She told him to part his lips. He did so willingly without question.

Lilliane was glad to see that he had obeyed so easily; it really was the night of 'let Lilliane do whatever she wanted'. As he parted his lips, she gently pushed the pigmented stick against them. After she was finished, she capped the lipstick and looked back at him with that flirty smirk, "One of the best things about fucking with lipstick on, is finding marks all over your partner." She clicked her tongue a little, moving her hands to the buttons of his shirt as she gently began to pop the buttons open, "It's like hickies but they wash off." She gave that gentle giggle again, finishing off his shirt and bringing her hands to gently brush against his chest, her manicured nails dancing gently across his skin.

With his lips parted she pressed the stick forward and began to coat his lips. James could feel the creamy waxy like nature of the lipstick beginning to cost his lips completely. Once finished she capped the lipstick and smiled at him. He closed his mouth now feeling his lips now stick to one and other. He scrunched his lip inward causing it to curl a bit. It helped the lipstick a bit in his lips. He had no idea how ridiculous he looked right now but he figured he had to look like a serious tool. Fully painted finger nails and now a nearly fully made up face. He could now feel as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Her fingers moved gingerly causing the buttons to pop out of their respective holes. Once his shirt was opened he felt the cool air blow onto his chest and then her finger tips touching him. Her hands tracing around and exploring his chest sensually. What she'd said about lipstick had sat with him a moment. His head lay back against the couch. He was completely turned on now. "Are you done having your fun? I've got something that needs some tending to if you think I've earned it or is there more you want to do?" He questioned her with a light giggly tone.


A dark-haired woman with brown eyes and melanin-rich skin. She has a thin body, plump lips, and usually keeps her nails manicured. Her personality is playful, flirty, and enjoys taking control in intimate situations. She likes to tease her partner but also cares about his comfort and consent. Lilliane is open-minded about her sexuality and isn't shy about sharing past experiences. Despite her dominant nature in their playfulness, she respects her husband's desires too.

With his lips parted she pressed the stick forward and began to coat his lips. James could feel the creamy waxy like nature of the lipstick beginning to cost his lips completely. Once finished she capped the lipstick and smiled at him. He closed his mouth now feeling his lips now stick to one and other. He scrunched his lip inward causing it to curl a bit. It helped the lipstick a bit in his lips. He had no idea how ridiculous he looked right now but he figured he had to look like a serious tool. Fully painted finger nails and now a nearly fully made up face. He could now feel as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Her fingers moved gingerly causing the buttons to pop out of their respective holes. Once his shirt was opened he felt the cool air blow onto his chest and then her finger tips touching him. Her hands tracing around and exploring his chest sensually. What she'd said about lipstick had sat with him a moment. His head lay back against the couch. He was completely turned on now. "Are you done having your fun? I've got something that needs some tending to if you think I've earned it or is there more you want to do?" He questioned her with a light giggly tone.

Lilliane really was enjoying teasing him, but at the same time she felt that he did deserve a reward for all that he'd let her do to him. He'd really been a good little lady and deserved a reward. "There's plenty more I'd like to do to you... But we can save that for another day." She giggled again, expressing that this wasn't the only time she wanted to try this. The idea of him in lingerie was quite appealing. With his head resting back on the couch, she leaned in to his neck, her plump lips beginning to gently kiss along the side of his neck, trailing up to her ear where she spoke in that sensual whisper again, "You let me do whatever I wanted with you. Now what do you want?" Her voice was gentle, but commanding; she was still very much in charge.


A man reminiscent of Greek statues, with a tanned, well-built physique that suggests he's more than ordinarily gifted in certain areas. He tends to dress in robes and is comfortable being nude around others. His personality reflects his status as a wizard: knowledgeable, powerful, and somewhat enigmatic. He exhibits warmth and kindness towards Lydia, offering her shelter and apprenticeship without any apparent expectation of payment or services in return. Despite his power and status, he has an approachable demeanor and is capable of casual conversation about mundane things like food preferences. However, he also shows moments of seriousness when discussing the dangers of their world, indicating a sense of responsibility towards Lydia.

Thomas averted his eyes, for certain this time, then nudged her. "Step through." he said, placing her clothing in the other item.

When she finally did, she would be stunned at the scene that greeted her. The room was expansive, a massive entry room. It was beautiful—gold and marble and stone, immaculately kept, the air warm enough that she would feel no chill even dressed as she was. Her items appeared beside her, flumping to the floor. Still—it wasn't so much a home or a manor as it was a palace.

She was so startled by the splendor around her it took her several moments to remember to grab her clothing and move out of the way for Thomas. Lydia was just doing up the buttons on the robe when he came through and she spun away quickly becoming very interested in the wall. Her own curiosity got the better of her however and she did sneak one glance before turning away blushing. "Thomas this place is incredible." She murmured wandering about the room staring in awe.

"Thank you." Thomas said. He was... he might remind her of certain greek statues, though exceptionally better gifted in... certain areas. He was tanned all over, as he slid on his clothing and robes. "The bath's upstairs, first on the right. Your room is the second on the right, mine the first on the left." he said. "I suggest sleeping in the altogether, the sheets are fantastic." he said with a smile.

Lydia nodded silently and wondered if she would ever stop burning at the slightest things. "If you don't mind I will take a bath... running for your life kind of does the body in." She said with a little laugh, the first laugh she had since falling into the basement. "What will I do about clothing, I'd rather not be... ya know... all the time." She said grinning a little sheepishly. "I have no belongings here. Oh my god... I don't have any money here." The thought just occurred to her. "I have no way to pay for lodgings, or clothing or anything I might need." She wasn't really sure why this hadn't occurred to her before but now she felt horrible about it, she didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality however peculiar it might be.

"You're earning your keep as apprentice. Though..." Thomas thought for a moment. "Ah, nevermind that. You've had enough embarrassment today. Enjoy your bath, I will fabricate some new clothes for you in the meanwhile."

Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" She asked, her eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. "What could possibly be more embarrassing then the rest of my day." She teased with a wry smile. "Unless you were implying I could pay with..." She trailed off staring at him. "That wasn't what you were implying was it?" She inquired with a deceptively innocent expression.

"No, it wasn't." Thomas said. "I was going to ask you to live here a few days in a different lifestyle, so as to inure yourself against further embarrassment. But..." he shrugged. "It seems too much."

Now Lydia felt completely foolish. "Oh... well... maybe we could talk about it again later." Lydia muttered looking away. "I'm going for that bath now." She announced suddenly speeding away upstairs. She followed his directions and took the first door on the left and found herself in an enormous bathroom. The bath itself took up most of the room, it was big enough for several people at once. It was round and sunken into the floor with beautiful tiles set around the edge in stunning colors. Another wall had a massive shower stall with walls of stone that looked like they had been cut right out of a mountain. The water came from a shower head that was situated directly over the center of the large stall.

The toilet had its own little private room with a sink and vanity inside there. It was every girl's dream to have a bathroom like this... at least it was hers. The tub was already filled with bubbling water, much like a hot tub so she assumed it was best to shower first. Stripping off the robe and her clothing she hoped into the shower and rinsed off quickly before padding over to the tub, water dripping down her skin onto the floor. Sitting on the edge of the sunken bath she slowly slid in until she was submerged to the neck and let out a blissful sigh.

After some time, Lydia pushed herself out of the water and used one of the lush red towels to dry off. She had to smile at the clothing Thomas had assembled it was much more posh then she was accustomed to. The blouse was short sleeved and cream colored with a ladies cut to it. It buttoned up the front to the neck but she left the top three buttons undone finding it too uncomfortable all the way up. The pants were deep red with a high waist that fit snug around her middle and hips. The legs were loose and flowing giving them the appearance of a skirt when she was standing still. The robe was similar to the one she burrowed but fit much better. It was the same red as the pants with gold trim and simple embroidery up the sleeves and hem. She left the buttons undone for now liking the way it swirled around her. She poked around in one of the bathroom cupboards until she discovered a brush. Fixing up her mess of curls so they were pulled loosely away from her face she left the bathroom feeling refreshed.

As she wandered the halls she quickly became lost. The place was huge, halls and doors seemingly placed at random. She had already forgotten what he had said about her room and wasn't sure how to call the butler back. As she walked she became distracted by the beautiful paintings on the wall often stopping and staring at them for several long minutes. Some were of people, some of exotic scenery and some of creatures that were only legends in her own world.

"Loose clothing is a good look for you." Thomas said with a smile. "You make old memories race again." he spoke from behind her, standing off to one side as they looked at a rather enticing painting of a young lady. "So, how are you feeling now?"

Lydia tried not to jump when he spoke behind her. "I feel much better thanks. Still a lot to take in though." She said turning around to look at him. "Who is this lady?" She questioned pointing to the painting. Something about it pulled at her, despite being a rather risque image the woman's face was so sad it made her heartache.

"She is... an example." Thomas said. "Miss Rachel. A young lady with Succubus blood. She... attempted to expose the world to magic. It did not end well. Salem was never quite the same after that. Have you been there? Many who have been can feel it, even mortals. There is something off about it, something not right... am I correct?"

Lydia frowned in thought at the image. An example sounded awfully ominous to her. "I have been there, for research of course and yes it does have a peculiar feel. Did you know though... that it feels completely different for men then women." She mused still looking at the painting. "My Grandmother was from Salem, it was one of the first places I started my research for obvious reasons. I wanted to learn more about our history as well as the legends that surrounded the area. I didn't actually learn much though. The people of Salem were a fairly closed mouth lot to outsiders."

"Only natural. The land's ley lines were destroyed. It doesn't have energies most places do. So it feels... isolated, unique, oddly dead." he sighed. "I met her, once. Such a bright mind and beautiful heart. A shame they stole both from her, before it was all over. Damned dragons."

His last comment sent her minding spinning in about ten different directions and spawned a hundred questions. "You keep mentioning dragons? I understand you world is magical but you don't mean to tell me they still exist today?" She asked. "And aren't dragons solitary creatures that dwell in caves and mountains?" Her onslaught of questions was interrupted by a soft grumble from her stomach that made her eyes widen in surprise. "Wow... sorry... I don't remember when I ate last, before I left town yesterday morning." She blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile.

"I'll get you something. But first I MUST tell you: Dragons are in charge. They own nations. They play with humans. They are uncaring, vile, monstrous things that keep the unnatural in order by threat of force alone. Do not truck with dragons,m do not trust dragons, do not anger them."

The seriousness of his words made her eyes widen and she nodded. "I'm not likely to run into them when I am with you though right?" Lydia said with a small smile, though she immediately stilled her expression. "I promise to be careful though." One of the previous paintings now made much more sense, a dragon on a throne of bones. She shivered slightly and rubbed her arms through the robe. "How did they come to rule the magical world?" She asked solemnly.

"A dragon is... well. Humans are smart. Dragons are magical. They are the dominant species here." he sighed, "But so long as you do not anger them, you've little to worry on." he said, leading her to the kitchen. It smelled amazing. "So. What do you like, meat or vegetables?"

The switch in conversation almost made her stumble. He had been warning her of the dangers of dragons and suddenly was asking her dinner preferences. Dealing with Thomas was proving to be an interesting experience. "I'm not overly picky." She said her mouth watering at the smell from the kitchens. As they entered the room she gazed around once again blown away by the splendor. Each room in his so called manor was more awe inspiring then the last. She was so distracted she bumped into his back with a muffled thud. "Sorry!" She mumbled looking at the floor.

Thomas smiled. "Don't worry about it." he said, hand on her shoulder. Pleasure ran from his hand to her body, and his hand shot back as if touching a fire. "Damnation! My apologies, it seems that my power has stuck." he grumbled. "One moment." he said, shaking his hand—and something blue shot off, arcing onto an apple. "Don't eat that." he said, "It will force you to orgasm."

Lydia froze in surprise when she felt his hand on her shoulder. A lightening quick lance of pleasure surged through her body making goosebumps rise on her skin. She stood very still trying to get her racing heart back under control as he removed his hand, the sudden loss of the contact was almost as staggering as the original jolt. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut taking a deep calming breath and she vaguely heard him say something about not eating something. She nodded absently opening her eyes again. "What... was that?" She asked her expression guarded.

"That would be pure mana." Thomas said. "Sending it improperly insulated and without intent results in something different for every person. Same with eating it." he said, looking around. He wasn't sure where it'd landed.

"I see." Lydia said quietly. "A little warning would be nice next time." She grumbled wandering deeper into the kitchen. "What did you tell me not to eat, I didn't catch it the first time." She asked him watching a cook peeling and chopping apples for what looked like a cobbler.

"I... wasn't sure. I hoped you caught it." Thomas said, then sighed. "Oh well. I hope the reaction wasn't unpleasant." he said, as he went on, looking around.


A woman of modest beauty, with emerald eyes and curly hair that she often pulls away from her face. She is not overly picky about clothing and seems comfortable in loose, flowing garments. Her personality is marked by curiosity, resilience, and a sense of humor. Despite being thrown into an unfamiliar world full of magic and danger, she remains open-minded and adaptable. Lydia also exhibits a certain level of shyness or modesty around Thomas, indicating some level of attraction towards him. However, her guarded expressions suggest that she's cautious about revealing too much about herself too quickly.

Thomas averted his eyes, for certain this time, then nudged her. "Step through." he said, placing her clothing in the other item.

When she finally did, she would be stunned at the scene that greeted her. The room was expansive, a massive entry room. It was beautiful—gold and marble and stone, immaculately kept, the air warm enough that she would feel no chill even dressed as she was. Her items appeared beside her, flumping to the floor. Still—it wasn't so much a home or a manor as it was a palace.

She was so startled by the splendor around her it took her several moments to remember to grab her clothing and move out of the way for Thomas. Lydia was just doing up the buttons on the robe when he came through and she spun away quickly becoming very interested in the wall. Her own curiosity got the better of her however and she did sneak one glance before turning away blushing. "Thomas this place is incredible." She murmured wandering about the room staring in awe.

"Thank you." Thomas said. He was... he might remind her of certain greek statues, though exceptionally better gifted in... certain areas. He was tanned all over, as he slid on his clothing and robes. "The bath's upstairs, first on the right. Your room is the second on the right, mine the first on the left." he said. "I suggest sleeping in the altogether, the sheets are fantastic." he said with a smile.

Lydia nodded silently and wondered if she would ever stop burning at the slightest things. "If you don't mind I will take a bath... running for your life kind of does the body in." She said with a little laugh, the first laugh she had since falling into the basement. "What will I do about clothing, I'd rather not be... ya know... all the time." She said grinning a little sheepishly. "I have no belongings here. Oh my god... I don't have any money here." The thought just occurred to her. "I have no way to pay for lodgings, or clothing or anything I might need." She wasn't really sure why this hadn't occurred to her before but now she felt horrible about it, she didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality however peculiar it might be.

"You're earning your keep as apprentice. Though..." Thomas thought for a moment. "Ah, nevermind that. You've had enough embarrassment today. Enjoy your bath, I will fabricate some new clothes for you in the meanwhile."

Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" She asked, her eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. "What could possibly be more embarrassing then the rest of my day." She teased with a wry smile. "Unless you were implying I could pay with..." She trailed off staring at him. "That wasn't what you were implying was it?" She inquired with a deceptively innocent expression.

"No, it wasn't." Thomas said. "I was going to ask you to live here a few days in a different lifestyle, so as to inure yourself against further embarrassment. But..." he shrugged. "It seems too much."

Now Lydia felt completely foolish. "Oh... well... maybe we could talk about it again later." Lydia muttered looking away. "I'm going for that bath now." She announced suddenly speeding away upstairs. She followed his directions and took the first door on the left and found herself in an enormous bathroom. The bath itself took up most of the room, it was big enough for several people at once. It was round and sunken into the floor with beautiful tiles set around the edge in stunning colors. Another wall had a massive shower stall with walls of stone that looked like they had been cut right out of a mountain. The water came from a shower head that was situated directly over the center of the large stall.

The toilet had its own little private room with a sink and vanity inside there. It was every girl's dream to have a bathroom like this... at least it was hers. The tub was already filled with bubbling water, much like a hot tub so she assumed it was best to shower first. Stripping off the robe and her clothing she hoped into the shower and rinsed off quickly before padding over to the tub, water dripping down her skin onto the floor. Sitting on the edge of the sunken bath she slowly slid in until she was submerged to the neck and let out a blissful sigh.

After some time, Lydia pushed herself out of the water and used one of the lush red towels to dry off. She had to smile at the clothing Thomas had assembled it was much more posh then she was accustomed to. The blouse was short sleeved and cream colored with a ladies cut to it. It buttoned up the front to the neck but she left the top three buttons undone finding it too uncomfortable all the way up. The pants were deep red with a high waist that fit snug around her middle and hips. The legs were loose and flowing giving them the appearance of a skirt when she was standing still. The robe was similar to the one she burrowed but fit much better. It was the same red as the pants with gold trim and simple embroidery up the sleeves and hem. She left the buttons undone for now liking the way it swirled around her. She poked around in one of the bathroom cupboards until she discovered a brush. Fixing up her mess of curls so they were pulled loosely away from her face she left the bathroom feeling refreshed.

As she wandered the halls she quickly became lost. The place was huge, halls and doors seemingly placed at random. She had already forgotten what he had said about her room and wasn't sure how to call the butler back. As she walked she became distracted by the beautiful paintings on the wall often stopping and staring at them for several long minutes. Some were of people, some of exotic scenery and some of creatures that were only legends in her own world.

"Loose clothing is a good look for you." Thomas said with a smile. "You make old memories race again." he spoke from behind her, standing off to one side as they looked at a rather enticing painting of a young lady. "So, how are you feeling now?"

Lydia tried not to jump when he spoke behind her. "I feel much better thanks. Still a lot to take in though." She said turning around to look at him. "Who is this lady?" She questioned pointing to the painting. Something about it pulled at her, despite being a rather risque image the woman's face was so sad it made her heartache.

"She is... an example." Thomas said. "Miss Rachel. A young lady with Succubus blood. She... attempted to expose the world to magic. It did not end well. Salem was never quite the same after that. Have you been there? Many who have been can feel it, even mortals. There is something off about it, something not right... am I correct?"

Lydia frowned in thought at the image. An example sounded awfully ominous to her. "I have been there, for research of course and yes it does have a peculiar feel. Did you know though... that it feels completely different for men then women." She mused still looking at the painting. "My Grandmother was from Salem, it was one of the first places I started my research for obvious reasons. I wanted to learn more about our history as well as the legends that surrounded the area. I didn't actually learn much though. The people of Salem were a fairly closed mouth lot to outsiders."

"Only natural. The land's ley lines were destroyed. It doesn't have energies most places do. So it feels... isolated, unique, oddly dead." he sighed. "I met her, once. Such a bright mind and beautiful heart. A shame they stole both from her, before it was all over. Damned dragons."

His last comment sent her minding spinning in about ten different directions and spawned a hundred questions. "You keep mentioning dragons? I understand you world is magical but you don't mean to tell me they still exist today?" She asked. "And aren't dragons solitary creatures that dwell in caves and mountains?" Her onslaught of questions was interrupted by a soft grumble from her stomach that made her eyes widen in surprise. "Wow... sorry... I don't remember when I ate last, before I left town yesterday morning." She blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile.

"I'll get you something. But first I MUST tell you: Dragons are in charge. They own nations. They play with humans. They are uncaring, vile, monstrous things that keep the unnatural in order by threat of force alone. Do not truck with dragons,m do not trust dragons, do not anger them."

The seriousness of his words made her eyes widen and she nodded. "I'm not likely to run into them when I am with you though right?" Lydia said with a small smile, though she immediately stilled her expression. "I promise to be careful though." One of the previous paintings now made much more sense, a dragon on a throne of bones. She shivered slightly and rubbed her arms through the robe. "How did they come to rule the magical world?" She asked solemnly.

"A dragon is... well. Humans are smart. Dragons are magical. They are the dominant species here." he sighed, "But so long as you do not anger them, you've little to worry on." he said, leading her to the kitchen. It smelled amazing. "So. What do you like, meat or vegetables?"

The switch in conversation almost made her stumble. He had been warning her of the dangers of dragons and suddenly was asking her dinner preferences. Dealing with Thomas was proving to be an interesting experience. "I'm not overly picky." She said her mouth watering at the smell from the kitchens. As they entered the room she gazed around once again blown away by the splendor. Each room in his so called manor was more awe inspiring then the last. She was so distracted she bumped into his back with a muffled thud. "Sorry!" She mumbled looking at the floor.

Thomas smiled. "Don't worry about it." he said, hand on her shoulder. Pleasure ran from his hand to her body, and his hand shot back as if touching a fire. "Damnation! My apologies, it seems that my power has stuck." he grumbled. "One moment." he said, shaking his hand—and something blue shot off, arcing onto an apple. "Don't eat that." he said, "It will force you to orgasm."

Lydia froze in surprise when she felt his hand on her shoulder. A lightening quick lance of pleasure surged through her body making goosebumps rise on her skin. She stood very still trying to get her racing heart back under control as he removed his hand, the sudden loss of the contact was almost as staggering as the original jolt. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut taking a deep calming breath and she vaguely heard him say something about not eating something. She nodded absently opening her eyes again. "What... was that?" She asked her expression guarded.

"That would be pure mana." Thomas said. "Sending it improperly insulated and without intent results in something different for every person. Same with eating it." he said, looking around. He wasn't sure where it'd landed.

"I see." Lydia said quietly. "A little warning would be nice next time." She grumbled wandering deeper into the kitchen. "What did you tell me not to eat, I didn't catch it the first time." She asked him watching a cook peeling and chopping apples for what looked like a cobbler.

"I... wasn't sure. I hoped you caught it." Thomas said, then sighed. "Oh well. I hope the reaction wasn't unpleasant." he said, as he went on, looking around.

Lydia turned her emerald eyes on him with a coy smile but didn't respond. "Can I help?" She suddenly asked the cook who was working away. The woman looked startled that she had been addressed and after casting a quick look at Thomas she nodded. "I suppose so m'lady." Lydia made a face at the title. "I'm no lady." She said tartly picking up a knife and expertly peeling the skin of an apple. "I used to bake with my Grandmother." She told the woman with an inward smile. "It brings up good memories, I hope I'm not intruding." The cook tittered happily a broad smile on her face. "Not at all dear." The woman said chopping up more of the peeled fruit.

Lydia grinned over at Thomas, it was smile filled with delight at happy memories and a familiar task. After the fruit was peeled she picked up a stray skin and munched on it watching the cook assemble the cobbler to go in the oven.


Various characters in an elementary school setting are roleplayed by Girl, including girl students and a female teacher.

The girls of Timmy's class would soon get back from swimming, which meant they would all be peeling their swimsuits off. Some might use the showers, but either way, before they changed into their school uniforms again, they would be briefly naked. He would be able to see all their girly bits!

If he had gone in to watch them change into their swimming gear, there would be no showers and no wet bodies. Also, they would choose lockers at random—possibly choosing the one he was in. The way he had decided, however, meant all he had to do was find a locker that was empty and unlocked, and he surely wouldn't get caught.

Soon enough, girls started walking in, chatting and laughing, with their teacher in tow. Bathing suits were peeled off, and he finally had that view he wanted—the fronts and backs of different girls. Some stepped into the showers to wash the pool chemicals off, and one even (unknowingly) bent over right in front of him, giving him a complete view of everything she had to offer!

Timmy looked straight at the girl. She was a fare bit older than Timmy, but her tight pussy was still free of hair. Timmy could see both her smooth but with tight whole and her slit of or pussy. But then something happened that Timmy never thought of. She got up and started walking straight for the locker he was hiding in.

Indeed, she was walking right up to his locker. She reached out... "Wait, the wrong one."

And stepped aside, going to the adjacent one for her clothing. He had just dodged a bullet, perhaps. But all too soon, another class entered. Older girls were going to have swimming next, so they poured in and started stripping off. This time, he actually saw some breasts, not the flat chests of his classmates!

Only for one of them to open the locker in which he was hiding. He had planned so well to not be caught by those in his class, he hadn't considered there might be a class right after. The girl stood there, eyes wide, and gasped. But when she did speak, she used a loud voice. "What is this little perv doing here?!" And all eyes started to turn towards him.

Timmy was too scared to move. All he could do was look at the breasts of the teenage girl before him. His eyes wondered down. Like, the younger girl, she had no hair there. But when you looked, you could see the stubbles from where her hair had been before she shaved.

She looked pretty angry at the way he was still staring. Indeed, she grabbed his arm, then stepped aside, pulling him out into view. When the other girls saw him, there were a few squeals, a few gasps, and some giggling besides. Most girls who were still naked covered up, but some didn't bother. Already, they were practically surrounding him, and that's when the female gym teacher stepped forward. "And just what do you have to say for yourself, young man?"


An 8 years old boy. His curiosity about the female body suggests that he's experiencing sexual awakening. However, his actions show him to be reckless and lacking in understanding of privacy and boundaries. When caught, he displays fear and embarrassment, indicating that he knows his behavior was inappropriate but didn't anticipate the consequences. He seems unable to communicate effectively under stress, suggesting shyness or social awkwardness.

She looked pretty angry at the way he was still staring. Indeed, she grabbed his arm, then stepped aside, pulling him out into view. When the other girls saw him, there were a few squeals, a few gasps, and some giggling besides. Most girls who were still naked covered up, but some didn't bother. Already, they were practically surrounding him, and that's when the female gym teacher stepped forward. "And just what do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

Timmy opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but no words escaped him, though tears ran from his face. Then when Timmy felt his pants get wet as his per soaked his undies and pants ran down his leg to a puddle beneath him.