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Filming My First BDSM Session to Pay my Debts (Nicola Diaz)


Filming My First BDSM Session to Pay my Debts by Nicola Diaz

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Relax I whisper to myself

The wax drips on my bare chest as he tightens the clamps.

I hold in my pain.

It’s all about the money I tell myself

Eyes around the room glued to my stripped and naked wet body.

There must be dozens of eyes, mind-fucking me right now, not including the thousands watching me over the Internet.

I tighten my muscles as I know what he is about to do to me.

I thought this would be easy, I would this would be quick money.

I brace myself as he plans on making me earn my money the hard way……

Ok, take deep breaths now…….

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 02 / 2018

No. words: 7000

Style: Bondage/BDSM Short Stories, Spanking and Bondage

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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“Melissa, this is serious. I have nothing left in my savings account. I used what I had to pay for next year’s tuition, and now I have nothing for rent. If Bill hadn’t fired me with such short notice, I’d be okay. But now I’m late on rent, and you know that Gino will evict me if I don’t have it up front by the end of the week,” I said with a sigh. “When it rains, it really does pour,” I added.

“Well don’t go jumping off any bridges just yet,” said Melissa. “If I were you, I’d go down to the Steaming Bean and see what kind of job postings are hanging up on the bulletin board. They always have a bunch of stuff posted,” she said. For a second, I felt relieved. Melissa was right. I could come up with something. With that, I hung up with her and got changed. It was getting warmer in Santa Monica as mid-summer hit, so I put on my jean shorts and a tank-top, then headed downtown.

The Steaming Bean was usually packed during the summer with college students, tourists, and locals. Melissa was right. The bulletin board was loaded up with all kinds of ads and flyers. I poked around but didn’t see much in the way of job advertisements. Feeling a little discouraged, I decided that I might as well get a drink before I left, so I got in line and ordered a soy latte with vanilla, one of my favorite drinks.


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