Lux Object

You are traveling through a godforsaken small town. The red light at the entrance makes you a little suspicious, but you are desperate. You ring the doorbell and stare in amazement at the enormous cleavage. In the background you hear busy giggling and also a suspicious rattling.

When you ask if you can pay with a debit card, the lady’s eyes change. No, they would only take cash, but you could also ‘work off’ the overnight stay. The tone of her voice says very clearly that this does not mean washing plates. She reinforces this by lasciviously spreading her legs, and tightening her sheer blouse over her tight buds. A door in the hallway opens, and two more very sexily dressed people approach you. You swallow hard as you notice the handcuffs, but what else can you do?

You had imagined it would be easier. And now you are standing there. Three pairs of eyes are watching you sternly. You have a hard time concentrating on what they are saying because of the sexy clothes, but vaguely remember “testing” and “if he can take it”.

On the one hand, greedy looks almost eat you up, on the other hand they seem to ignore you completely and chat uncomplicatedly over coffee and cake about this and that. You see elegant footwear, long sexy legs, fingers curling somehow invitingly around the handles of the teacup….

You pull yourself together and remember: you’re here as a “personal assistant,” a little unclear about what the job actually means, but you’re desperate, you’ve got some bills coming up and you need cash. Now. That’s why you’re standing here now in front of the assembled crew, dressed in nothing but a sexy little pinafore. A very skimpy thin piece of fabric that now also bulges suspiciously. Oops.

The advertisement stated that the “Personal Assistant” should be versatile and flexible. And open to trying ‘new things’. Whatever that may mean. Furthermore, it said that you not only have to bring and serve the cake, but also take care of the special well-being of the attendees. And now you’re here, and they want to test you first for your fitness. The focus is not only on manners, but also on your qualities in licking, dexterity and devotion. Should you lack empathy, you would already be shown what is important. Also as a play object for binding, nipple play and other perversities you have to be available.

Your apron is now clearly bulging upwards, which does not go unnoticed. This will have consequences…

You’re nervous because you’re woefully underqualified for the management position you’ve applied for.

Sitting in front of you are the European sales manager and the HR manager of the German branch of the company in Berlin, both of whom have impressive personalities. You try to behave in a highly professional manner, but their sexy appearance has also been registered one floor below in your suit trousers. Bashfully, you hold your application mat in front of it.

The personnel manager opens the interview and doesn’t bother with long prefaces. Hopefully, you realize that the company has already done some research on you … Oh dear … They know that you’ve just been fired from your old company and that you’re completely lost without this new job.

Both smile smugly and lean back with pleasure. Since this is a project management job that requires a lot of dedication and unconditional obedience, each of them would test you out in different areas. At these words, the sales manager rises and comes to examine you at close range. There is no more room for the application folder and your “plight” becomes clear to all present. Blood rushes to your face, while one hand wraps around your bump and the other around your tie…

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Two impressive women have tied you naked and wide-legged to a chair in rooms you don’t know and are now looking at you, grinning.
You have no chance to hide your excitement.
It would annoy you a lot, in another situation.
But now you are afraid.

The kidnapping happened near the ICC. You were driven through Berlin with a bag over your head. You are still dazed. You can probably forget about your business meeting.

You look very pleased. And hot.
One of them is wearing an extremely skimpy uniform and high boots. She has a device in a box in her hand that worries you.
The other one wears blouse and miniskirt. She has her hands on her hips and is not grinning now. Her high heels make rhythmic clacking sounds. I wonder if she’s getting impatient.

They want information from you, that’s clear, but what?
You’re determined not to say a word, no matter what they ask you.
You will not betray your company. Press your lips together.

The two of them laugh. Long, loud and dirty.
Not a word has been spoken yet.

Panicked, you try to sort out the events of the last few hours. To calm yourself down. The lady in uniform squints her eyes, takes your chin in her hand and looks you in the eye. The other flicks on a spotlight, you’re blinded, blink, and before you realize what’s happening, she’s punched you in the face. Bad cop? Your cheek is on fire. A blindfold is put on you, and you hear the spotlight turn off again. There is nothing to hear. Nothing is heard for a very, very long time. You have the feeling that your ears are growing, you are trying so hard to understand what is going on here.

And you are startled when you feel lips on your ear.

“Where. Is. The. Hard Drive?” The warm voice confuses and excites you even more. What hard drive?
And which one is talking right now? What is she going to do to you? She gently grabs your best part, you pull on your bonds, squirm, but can’t help it being tied off with a thin rope and pulled up – it sounds like a winch.

Will it be possible to figure out who is Good Cop and who is Bad Cop here?
Is there any way to escape from this situation?

Madame has announced a high visit today, that will be your trial by fire. For a long time you’ve been dreaming of being at your master’s service. In training, this has worked so to some extent, but now you are a little queasy. Will you do everything right? Will you please the ladies? And what if you make a mistake? You squint cautiously at the serving trolley. There’s a box on the bottom shelf. That’s where the “nasty surprises” are. You swallow for a moment, but the door opens and your breath catches in your throat. You look at the beautiful ladies in awe and promptly forget the appropriate greeting. Oh dear, this can be cheerful…

Your silky stockinged legs stumble awkwardly on the high heels to the table. Quickly arrange the flowers, Madame said. While dressing, she has initiated you into the day: first the epicurean cravings are satisfied, and then all the others. Madame has dressed you exquisitely: the good maid outfit, a nice hairstyle, discreet makeup. Only the slutty underwear does not quite fit. Today Madame’s friends are coming to visit, she has hinted that it could get hot. You are already quite excited, because you hope to see some sexy scenes. That you yourself could be on the menu, you suspect only when you discover the box with the strapons under the coffee table. But then the doorbell rings…

You didn’t really realize how you actually ended up under the table. You vaguely remember cream not landing directly on the piece of cake. And by “not directly,” you actually mean “under the table.” Somehow you found yourself there quite quickly, too, but it seems you took a wrong turn on the way to hell, and ended up in paradise: Around you, delicately stockinged ladies’ feet, all busy with you and your useless servant body….

These scenarios are just a tiny selection of the possibilities available to us. From prisons to asylums, boarding schools, moonlight rituals, adventures in swingers clubs, hotels or time travel, there’s really nothing to stop us from making your head spin.

The only condition: dare to tell us what makes you hot, and we will exploit it mercilessly…