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There's only been one enf situation that I actually witnessed myself. (My ex-girlfriend told me about an encounter involving one of her friends which was incredibly hot... I might write that up at some point.) When I was in my late teens, my friends and I couldn't afford to go out drinking in town a...

Drew nodded to himself, as if satisfied that I had been broken down into submission. “Put your hands on your head,” he said. I didn’t think, I just obeyed. My sweaty hands released themselves from my tits and my pussy, rising to rest on my head. Drew eyes ran up and down my body. “Spread your legs.”...

This is sort of a rough draft/idea. I am not sure that I want to continue with this story, or write it in third person narrative like this. I may want to tell it from one of the character's POV. It's based loosely on a youtube video I just watched. https://youtu.be/CagX7MOLERI?si=KcgdR6Mqj_Ml70a2 (n...

Maid For a Party - Taylor's humiliation continues. This is a sequel to my story, Maid for a Night . You technically don't need to read the story to appreciate this one, though it is encouraged. If you don't want to read the whole thing, you should read Part 25 - Part 27. This story won't be as long...

Two months. Only two months since that fateful night when everything changed, but it felt like an eternity ago. Nearly two months of humiliation being stripped naked, fondled, and every inch of me explored and photographed by every female athlete. Nearly every night for two whole months. I kept winn...

My name is Serena O’Sullivan. I’m 20 years old, a second-year student at Havencrest University, and I never imagined I would find myself here—sealed inside a transparent prison, on full display, yet utterly isolated. The glass walls are seamless, encasing me like some specimen meant to be studied. M...

Their giggles filled the gallery as they crowded around the glass box, pointing and whispering. “Is she really in there?!” one of them exclaimed, her voice dripping with both disbelief and fascination. “Like, completely naked?” Serena wanted to curl in on herself, to shrink away into nothingness, bu...

With every passing moment, her sense of self eroded further. The reality of the exhibition felt more like a nightmare, each second a reminder of her vulnerability. She longed for the night to end, for the darkness to swallow her shame, but it stretched on endlessly, leaving her feeling more trapped ...

Thursday morning arrived with a hesitant promise of freedom, though the familiar weight of dread still hung in the air. The gallery, once again filled with the morning sun, cast a warm glow over Serena’s glass enclosure. She blinked awake, the remnants of restless sleep fading as her mind began to p...

Friday morning dawned with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, mingling with the last remnants of Serena's anxiety. The gallery, now a second home to her confinement, was bathed in the gentle light of dawn. As she blinked awake, she could hardly believe that today was the final day of her we...