At 26, I was thriving as a salesman in a growing company, enjoying a comfortable life with a promising career. My curiosity about BDSM had led me to dabble with professional dominatrixes, but I'd never committed to a true master. That all changed when my boss fell critically ill, plunging the company into uncertainty. Then, his daughter, Lindsey, stepped in to take the reins.
Barely 27 or 28, Lindsey was a vision—tall, elegant, and strikingly beautiful, with a commanding presence that captivated me. Her assistant, Nicole, was equally stunning, a statuesque beauty who matched my fantasies perfectly. Both women embodied the allure I couldn't resist. But when they summoned me to a private meeting, my world turned upside down.
They had uncovered my workplace infractions and, worse, my late-night visits to BDSM forums, tracked by the company's systems. My secret desires were exposed. They offered a deal: become their slave, and my misdeeds would be forgotten. Half-reluctant, half-intrigued, I agreed, tempted by the thought of serving two gorgeous women. I even fantasized about intimacy with them. But I soon learned Lindsey and Nicole were no amateurs—they were seasoned BDSM players, and I was no match for their expertise.
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