Tia's Tale - chapter 3

Nov 27, 2022

Last time Tia learned the house rules of the mysterious host.

1) Every woman on the premises must wear heels except when sleeping and showering.

2) Every woman must wear at least one piece of latex clothing.

3) You can get off at any time.

Then she realized it was going to be a challenging evening. There was not that much money without effort. She had to do the concert in an absurdly skimpy outfit. She had to wear a blindfold ... already at the beginning, when she came down the spiral staircase. Tia gulped as Ada put the blindfold on her. She could do it. She had practiced walking up and down those stairs in heels that afternoon. She began to descend blindly, groped her way along the banister to the piano, sat down, and began to play stunningly. Suddenly she felt a hand on her chest. She continued to play. She was stunned. The hand laughed and joked with her friends, the other audience members. Should she stop? That must be why there was this explicit clause. But the money... she kept playing. The hand stroked her curves, grabbed her by the neck, pulled at her ponytail. She kept playing Beethoven.

Suddenly she was lifted up and placed on the piano. She felt something force itself into her mouth. Hands held her. Her holes were filled. She was torn between wanting to give up and infinite defiance to deny these rich assholes the satisfaction of her surrender. Her ass burned like hell because of the unusual activity, but she clung to the thought of all that money and let it all wash over her.

Metatalk: I realize this is really sick shit, please just enjoy as fantasy or turn away disgusted for all I care. I just enjoy writing a little taboo to myself, while in real life I place the utmost importance on mutual respect. Fun Fact: These were some of my very first pictures, which explains the crappy lighting.