“Shh… don’t move.”

The voice in your ear, much like the hands currently yanking your leggings down to mid-thigh, were no surprise. You’ve been quite familiar with both for months now. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d be washing dishes while bouncing your thick ass back on an invading cock. Not even the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Dennington in the next room was unfamiliar. After all, Brad has made you fuck him in far riskier conditions.

The Dennington’s had, and would always be, so good to you. Paying you that extravagant salary while allowing you to live in their spacious mansion to be little more than a glorified house keeper. Once upon a time, you were the Family’s attorney…but as the requests got more and more menial the payments got more and more lucrative and it was so hard to say no. Taking out the garbage seemed perfectly reasonable to ask of you, considering the 5-figure check you were getting every couple of weeks. Scrub a floor, wash a dish, pick up the dry cleaning…

But they never asked you to fuck their son, did they? Nope – you did that all on your own.

Sure, it started out dubious – you didn’t mean to embezzle, right? It was an honest mistake…but you knew in court, you’d end up guilty as sin and, obviously, fired on the spot. So you went along. And as the requests got more and more extreme, what choice did you have?

Except it’s been going on so long that now… you don’t know if you want it to stop. Somewhere along the way, the idea of being Brad Dennington’s fuck toy seemed to take root. Sure, it still turns your stomach and makes you feel incredible swells of shame every time he puts his hands on you… but you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Doctors might call it Stockholm Syndrome and Pavlov would say its conditioning. Either way, you let this go on so long that your body has betrayed you and you can never go back, no matter what the sadistic assholes next idea will be.

“Yes, just like that.” Brad groaned, pushing into your ass lubed only with a palms full of spit slathered haphazardly over his unfortunately huge cock. A hand wrapped around your neck from behind and pulled you upright so he could whisper directly into your ear while he railed you. “Once they leave, meet me in the basement. Today’s the day we pierce those fat tits of yours…”

(Open for F or Futa for this. A formerly high-status estate attorney becomes a wealthy family’s (albeit well paid) servant but falls prey to their (adult) son along the way.

Specific kinks for this are: light pain, humiliation, outfits, degradation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, chastity, psychological manipulation, dub-con/Stockholm syndrome, anal/assplay/rimming and more.

Not a fan of watersports/toilets, non-con, blood, violence, snuff or vomit.

Looking for at least 2-3 detailed paragraphs per post and if you burn out and wanna bail, just tell me its run its course instead of ghosting. I’ll return the favor!)