Matching people's phobias and stumbling blocks had seemed an odd way to introduce everyone to each other. However, Alice remembered the evening it had happened vividly as she led Peter into her flat. "Fear of missing opportunities," Peter whispered, recalling Alice's contribution, looking into her eyes with an erotic hunger he hadn't even known he possessed. Alice was aroused simply by hearing Peter say what had brought t...

When Saturday evening finally arrived, Amanda bid farewell to her parents as they headed over to the Johnston's house and then stood in front of her closet once again, struggling to choose her outfit. She had no clue what Mr. Reynolds had planned, but his cryptic words about not wearing clothes for long echoed in her mind. After much deliberation, she settled on a simple sundress adorned with delicate flowers, not botheri...

The pointer spun around and around before finally coming to a stop on one of the black sections. A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Reynolds' face. "Looks like it's my choice this time," he said with a mischievous wink. "And since there is only one item left, aside from the mystery option," he added with a sly grin, "I will pick flogging." He arose from the sofa and went to the cherry cabinet, opened it, and carefully se...

When Wednesday arrived, Amanda rummaged through her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had said to dress "youthful," but what exactly did that mean? The idea of dressing how he wanted made her pussy tingle. After much deliberation, she settled on a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them, a matching bra, and a light pink Houndstooth ruffle dress she hadn’t worn in years and was surprise...

The pointer whirled around before coming to rest on one of the white sections. "Ah, how exciting," he said with a smile. "You get to choose what we do next. What would you like, my dear?" Amanda looked down shyly, her cheeks flushing pink as she quietly said, "I want to masturbate for you." Mr. Reynolds raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased by her choice. "My, my," he said with a smile. "How delightful. Please, make yourself...

The next morning Amanda was sitting at the table with her parents enjoying her breakfast. “How was movie night at Jenny’s?” asked her mother. “It was a lot of fun.” Amanda smiled recalling really what she was doing last night. “And how was your team-building guys night at Mr. Reynolds’ house?” her mother asked her father. Amanda's fork clattered onto her plate. "Are you alright, sweetie?" her mother asked, noticing Amanda...

The next day seemed to pass by in a hazy blur for Amanda, the minutes slipped by without her really noticing. That evening at the dinner table she asked her parents for permission to go over to her friend Jenny's house on Saturday for a movie night. Her parents exchanged glances before agreeing, cautioning her to be responsible and stay out of trouble. Amanda thanked them, her alibi set for having to go see Mr. Reynolds....

Amanda reached for the spinner, her mind still reeling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. The pointer whirled around before landing on the white section. "Ah, it seems you get to choose this time," Mr. Reynolds said. "What would you like to try next?" Amanda's eyes scanned the remaining options on the wheel. “Masturbate to Orgasm” seemed to be the least objectionable choice left but after the intense orgasm...

The next day passed in a blur of anxiety and dread. Amanda went through the motions of her daily routine, all while her stomach churned with the knowledge of what awaited her tomorrow. As evening approached, she found herself standing in front of her closet, agonizing over what to wear for her next "appointment" with Mr. Reynolds. Her eyes landed on a sundress her aunt had given her for her birthday, but it wasn’t what sh...

Amanda hesitated, her hand hovering over the spinner. She desperately wanted this to be over, but she knew she had no choice. With a shaky breath, she flicked the pointer, watching anxiously as it whirled around the board. The spinner slowed, passing over "Spanking" and "Glory Hole" before finally coming to rest on "Hand Job." Amanda's stomach lurched, a mix of relief that it wasn't something worse and disgust at what she...

“Get Brook’s business, whatever you have to do, Amy. Even if you have to sleep with him.” These words from her boss, Miranda Kerr resonated with Amy Parkes. It had been a bad year at the Mirage ad agency. They were massively down on in the first two quarters and probably looking at redundancies if things didn’t pick up. Rick Brooks could be their saviour. He was the General Manager of a multi-million-dollar fast-food rest...