For those of you who haven't read it yet: https://chyoa.com/story/Terms-of-Service.8574
Lately, I really enjoyed writing this story about a girl who unknowingly submits her free will for a better position in the company she's working for and gets used by her superiors. I really wanted to go on with it and add a few new chapters, so I started writing, but every few lines I stopped since I wasn't happy with the results and deleted them again. Finally, after my 5th attempt I finally got back into "the flow": The characters, words, plot twists and themes…and a little horniness just kept coming to me.
"He checked the restraints again, making sure they were tight fit, before pushing the blindfold over her eyes. Stripped of her vision, with her arms and legs tied, the blonde vixen could do nothing, but wait for what perverted plans he had in his mind…." Just as I finished the last sentence of my current chapter, I noticed my phone lit up again. When I was about to grab it from the desk to check the time the sudden urge to take off my clothes struck me again. I tried to think of something else as it just didn’t seem right, but the thought in my head was too strong and I quickly grabbed the hem of my top. Has this always been so tight? I can barely get that thing over my boobs and I’m pretty sure I just bought it last week, but what was I thinking? After struggling with the material for another minute and accidentally tearing the fabric I finally had the top off my body.
Immediately a strange rewarding feeling rushed through my brain. Veronica… you should probably get some sleep, girl. I tried to convince myself that staying up late so often this week was a bad idea, but the rush of endorphins lead to the opposite of feeling tired. Still, to calm my conscience, I grabbed my phone and checked for messages and the time. It was just half past 10 P.M., which is not too late to write another chapter I told myself as I tapped the ‘Delete all’ button instead of reading those boring notifications about updated apps.
At the same time as I hit the button “publish chapter” to make my newest addition accessible for the public, I suddenly sensed a stinging pain in my ribcage. Panicking, thinking I might have a heart attack at my young age, I tried to quickly remember what I was taught in the First Aid classes, before I looked down at myself, noticing that my boobs have shifted over the cups, leading the metal bars of my bra to sting into my ribs. How the hell did I get these melons in there in the first place? I quickly undid the clasp and inhaled deeply, heaving my now freed ribcage up. As I breathed out I checked the label of the bra and started to wonder. 32B? I turned 34DDD when I was fifteen, why the heck did I buy this bra so small?
I didn’t have a lot of time to wonder since the cold winter air in my flat started working on my now revealed pointy nipples, giving me a mixed feeling of cold- and horniness. Not even trying to find another bra – I mean who likes to wear bras at home anyways? - I put my ripped top back on. As I expected, a lot of midriff was exposed due to the torn fabric and from the right angle a lot of underboob could be seen. Only a few seconds later my phone lighted up again and instead of ignoring it , this time I somehow felt the desire to try this recently installed designer art photography app to take a selfie. I lifted my phone up in front of me to get the perfect angle to show how far my bust protrudes from my ribs and took a few pictures, before loading them into the apps 'private use' cloud storage. Checking the pictures I was proud to admit that they had a striking resemblance to Padme Amidala in the Geonosis arena scene from Star Wars Episode 2, where Natalie Portman also exposed a lot of midriff. Except that I am the buxom blonde long haired bombshell sister of Padme...
Wait Veronica...what are you doing here? Although I have to admit I really like the pictures I have no idea what has just gotten into me to upload such revealing and sexy photos to an unknown cloud storage. This is a bit scary, isn't it? What's just gotten into you girl? I mean I barely ever take clothed selfies….
My thoughts got interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. I quickly saved my current progress on the chapter as a draft and walked to the door, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement, well aware of the fact that my braless DDD-Cups cause my top to bounce heavily with every step I take.
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