My Steamy Story: Mefiaval fantasy world. Rachel(24, fema...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea, no cap: I was finishing this boujee dress commission for a client I knew was iconic just from her vibes. When she showed up the next day, her figure was a literal work of art, and I was already low-key soaked just being near her. She paid me, then was like, “Let’s hang,” and I was so down, bestie. But then she started laughing—this evil, playful giggle that made my pussy clench, and suddenly my whole living room just yeeted itself away.

Now I’m in this room, and all I hear is moaning. Like, endless, desperate moaning. I open the door and… big yikes. It’s a corridor full of women behind bars, touching themselves, crying, begging—and the floor? It’s made of women covered in shiny black material, moaning uncontrollably with every step.

Then I feel her behind me. The client. She’s a demon, and she’s naked, and her body is so perfect I’m literally shaking. She calls herself Queen and tells me I’m her slave now. My only job is to please her. If I succeed, I become one of the floor girls—covered in latex, orgasming from every touch, forever. If I fail? I get thrown to the desperate ones behind bars as their new toy.

And honestly? I’m terrified, but also… high-key turned on AF. The moans, the fear, the sight of her perfect tits and that smirk—my clit is throbbing, and my pussy is dripping. Part of me wants to run, but a bigger part? Sheesh. I wanna be under her feet, moaning forever. I’m already on my knees.