TESSA 1 - The Resort - the ad
A simple ad on a porn site caught your eye.
“Are you a woman seeking discipline and sexual service?”
The ad only included an email address. You were interested enough to write it down.
The simple wording captured your imagination, and slowly overwhelmed you. You tried putting it out of your mind, but it kept returning. You sent an email to the address, asking for more information. The next morning, a response was waiting for you.
‘Thank you for your interest. We offer women a chance to live out their fantasy of becoming a real life ‘O’, turning themselves over sexually to men (and women) who will provide erotic abuse and training in a controlled setting. Our methods include restraints, impact play, and sexual use. For more information, please call: (xxx) xxx-xxxx.’
Fuck. The thought made you clench. The message alone had made you wet, and you were already pressing a finger between your legs before you knew it.
Do you call? Of course not. It could be something horrible…. A trap….
Again, your imagination took over. Restraints. Bondage! Impact play. Whips! Canes! Sexual use. Your pussy, mouth, tits, and ass used for someone else’s pleasure.
You called.
“Hello, and who am I speaking to?” Answered the female voice on the other end.
“This is Tessa.” You answered.
“Hello, Tessa. I assume you’d like more information about our resort.”
“Yes, please.”
The caller was very professional. You answered questions about your age, location, marital status, and your appearance.
“And tell me, Tessa, why would you desire to be punished and abused sexually?”
Long pause.
“It’s…. It’s… just always been a fantasy.” You began. “Since I was young, kisses weren’t enough. I was first spanked by a lover in college, and tied by another man the same year. It was like a switch flipped on inside, and I needed it to feel whole. Not all the time, but I need it.”
The woman on the other end paused, as if to drink in your words.
“I think you are the sort of person who would enjoy our sort of experience.” The woman said, finally breaking the silence. “I’ll be blunt. Should you choose to visit our resort, you will be tied and given whippings in the nude. You’ll be ordered to suck men’s cocks, be sodomized, and used forcefully. We also use verbal abuse, and you will be shamed and degraded as a common whore, and treated as a sexual slave.”
It was now your turn to pause and let the words soak in.
“Why, yes, I’d like that.” You heard yourself say. “I’d like that very much.”
“Are you a woman seeking discipline and sexual service?”
The ad only included an email address. You were interested enough to write it down.
The simple wording captured your imagination, and slowly overwhelmed you. You tried putting it out of your mind, but it kept returning. You sent an email to the address, asking for more information. The next morning, a response was waiting for you.
‘Thank you for your interest. We offer women a chance to live out their fantasy of becoming a real life ‘O’, turning themselves over sexually to men (and women) who will provide erotic abuse and training in a controlled setting. Our methods include restraints, impact play, and sexual use. For more information, please call: (xxx) xxx-xxxx.’
Fuck. The thought made you clench. The message alone had made you wet, and you were already pressing a finger between your legs before you knew it.
Do you call? Of course not. It could be something horrible…. A trap….
Again, your imagination took over. Restraints. Bondage! Impact play. Whips! Canes! Sexual use. Your pussy, mouth, tits, and ass used for someone else’s pleasure.
You called.
“Hello, and who am I speaking to?” Answered the female voice on the other end.
“This is Tessa.” You answered.
“Hello, Tessa. I assume you’d like more information about our resort.”
“Yes, please.”
The caller was very professional. You answered questions about your age, location, marital status, and your appearance.
“And tell me, Tessa, why would you desire to be punished and abused sexually?”
Long pause.
“It’s…. It’s… just always been a fantasy.” You began. “Since I was young, kisses weren’t enough. I was first spanked by a lover in college, and tied by another man the same year. It was like a switch flipped on inside, and I needed it to feel whole. Not all the time, but I need it.”
The woman on the other end paused, as if to drink in your words.
“I think you are the sort of person who would enjoy our sort of experience.” The woman said, finally breaking the silence. “I’ll be blunt. Should you choose to visit our resort, you will be tied and given whippings in the nude. You’ll be ordered to suck men’s cocks, be sodomized, and used forcefully. We also use verbal abuse, and you will be shamed and degraded as a common whore, and treated as a sexual slave.”
It was now your turn to pause and let the words soak in.
“Why, yes, I’d like that.” You heard yourself say. “I’d like that very much.”
5 months ago
