Publicly Humiliated Exhibitionist

Sally has a somewhat unconventional profession. If asked what she does for a living, she would respond, with complete honesty, that she works in a coffee shop.

Her job doesn't just involve making coffee and serving biscuits. In fact, it rarely — if ever — entails coffee making. She goes on her knees and provides her customers with all the pleasures in their darkest desires and fantasies, allowing them to humiliate and use her body in any way that they wish. She's spread open and kept gaping and dribbling with arousal, hands on her thighs as she waits for someone to fill her up.

She enjoys the pain as much as the pleasure, begging for all they have to give.

This week's customers include a powerful man with an interest in speculums, clamps, and filling her to the brim as well as a group of men who has no qualms taking her apart and filling her together as strangers watch from the transparent window, wishing they could reach into the specialty coffee shop and have a taste of their own.

She is in for a wild ride.

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He had been really professional with the insertion, beginning with the speculum looking so innocuous as it's fully closed, both bills firmly together. She had looked at it and arched an eyebrow, thinking it wouldn't be a problem for her at all.

That's before he demonstrated what a speculum is supposed to do. It opens up.

She gulps, inner walls tensing at the thought of the items inside of her, opening her inner walls and stretching her.

With her legs spread open, he lubes the metal speculum up and pauses, not sliding it in yet.

“I'm going to carry out a long speculum examination on you,” he begins, taking a tone like he's pretending to be a doctor and she's an actual patient. “The speculum I will be using today has is metal, so it will feel a little cold and uncomfortable. You can ask me to stop at any point-" here, he pauses and diverts from his script. “But well, I suppose I'm not going to unless you use your safe word, which is…”

“Red, Sir,” she whispers, already finding it hard to breathe because this is really intense. He's really intense. He had introduced himself earlier as Dom, but she understands that's what most men introduce themselves as. It's short for Dominant, but she will refer to him as Sir with a capital 's'.

“You're not allowed to come without permission. Do you understand everything I've said?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, her body trembling already.

“Are you happy for me to carry out the examination?”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeats. She isn't sure if 'happy' is the word she would use, but she supposes it would be an interesting new experience and she is always keen on trying something different.