Mia Sumner They'll do anything, say anything, and be left with a need to feel that again. And again. Their mind is open to you. Vulnerable to any suggestion, any thought. It will worm its way deeper and deeper into their subconscious. They'll never forget it, no matter how much they may wish to. That may pretend otherwise afterward, but it's so much easier to break them the next time or the time after that. And each time a new idea, a further corruption. Yes the first time is the sweetest, but the rewards continue…
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Power Play Erotic Flash Fiction
A shelf for control, leverage, and the charged push-pull between wanting and being made to want. Power-play stories are about negotiation without neatness, where status, confidence, secrets, or desire tilt the room. The pleasure sits in the shift: who starts with control, who loses it, and who enjoys the loss more than they expected. Expect quick flashes with pressure, reversal, and a clear sense of someone gaining the upper hand.
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A successful manager discovers how easily control slips when someone else knows exactly what she wants. Shame, desire, and a signature on the page pull her into something she can’t stop craving.
The Manager’s Shame
by Mia Sumner
“Say it.” The tone of command in Beatriz voice was irresistible.
“I’m going to pay.” Natalie gasped.
“Again.”
“I’m going to pay.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get the paperwork out of the way.” Beatriz removed her foot and Natalie whimpered, ashamed of how pathetic she sounded, but her body craved more of those wonderful sensations.
“Uh-uh.” Beatriz shook her head, holding up the order form and a pen. “First sign.”
Natalie took both, placing the paper on the desk, she barely even read what she was ordering, her hand trembling with eagerness as she signed it. Beatriz laughed.
“Oh you’re so broken aren’t you sweetie. So broken. All those filthy lesbian thoughts swirling around your head. All the things I’m never going to let you do to me.” She deftly removed the form from Natalie’s grasp, putting it away carefully…
By Mia Sumner Three… Four… Five hours. Do you even know how long it's been now? You were going to go to the gym, you cancelled. You were supposed to meet friends, you cancelled. You need to sleep, but you can't stop. Writhing, rubbing, fucking your needy pussy. Bringing yourself right to the edge. So tantalizingly close. But never over, because Good Girls Don't Cum. You can go another couple of hours before sleep. Log on, browse porn. Corrupt your brain. Feed your cunt. Don't stop and don't cum…
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