Mrs. Davis had been modeling regularly for Gerald for over a year now, and during exhibitions, she turned out to be one of his most-liked models, strange enough. And then, out of the blue, he asked her if she would be interested in making some extra money meeting her fans. The next exhibitions would be combined with a sort of fashion show, with a catwalk, and he thought it would be a great idea for her to participate.

Gerald had disappeared into the closet; she could hear him rummaging. As he reappeared she had already lost her skirt and was pulling her panties down her thighs, preparing to step out.

"Oh no, Mrs. Davis: you don't have to fully undress this time! Just the skirt will do.
And the shoes, please."

As she hastily pulled her panties back up again, all of a sudden, the total weirdness of the situation struck her. For the first time in months! Maybe it was due to the reverse action, but for the first time since this whole thing had started, she was asking herself what kind of a person she had become. Here she was, a respected grandmother and widow, walking into this young man's dorm, and her first inclination was to take all her clothes off? How had it come to this? She tried to brush the thought away, but the uneasy feeling lingered around. Somehow she felt scolded, put in her place.

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"So that's IT? That's the whole challenge?"

"And the dress code, of course."

"Yeah-yeah: LBD, high heels... whatever. But that's the only bondage involved: my hands cuffed.. in front of me? No chains, not the hooks in the ceiling, no ropes?
And even so, you think you'll be able to make me beg for mercy?"

"Well, maybe not in those exact words; thing is, you will recognize defeat at some point, and I will have won."

Iris just couldn't believe her luck! Not only had she won the last two challenges: this one seemed like a true piece of cake. With her hands in front, she would always be capable of fighting him off, no matter what! Or... would she?

"But it will still be within the rules, right? I mean... you're not going to beat the shit out of me?"

Peter didn't even answer, just gave her a look of disdain at the thought of it. That was not what their channel was about, and she knew it. They would be losing members by the dozens! And above and beyond that: he would never hurt her in that kind of way! She ought to know that.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I just don't get it, but that's not my problem I guess. So, in the very unlikely case that you win: what do I have to do?"

"We go out to dinner tonight, with you wearing the Ohmibot, and me holding the remote!"

"And if I win?"

"Anything you like! The cage, ruined orgasm, breathplay, edging... anything!"

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Frank has finally finished his paper on Diversity and Inclusiveness, just before the end of his first year in college. Now all he needs is a picture for the front page of the paper. As always, he turns to his parents for help.

"Ow, Frank, not so far up! My shoulders are starting to hurt! Loosen it up a little, will you?"

"C'mon mom, it's just for a couple of minutes, and it looks really cool. There: you're done!"

"That's one way of putting it! I really feel I'm done, trust up like a turkey! I... Jezus, I can't do anything! I'm completely stuck! And... BEN: what are you smirking about?"

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Prologue

As Emily finally arrived at the small parking lot, she found it packed. She wasn't surprised. After all, she was a little late, and it was the first day of the season, which meant a whole lot of new experiments were setting off today. In the end, she found a spot, quite far from the entrance of the institute, and despite her being late she didn't get out of the car right away. Instead, she leaned back into the seat, enjoying the last few minutes of the first part of Bach's solo cello suite, which she had put on repeat before leaving home.

The institute

The Bilbrew Institute for innovative testing was a semi-governmental organization, which specialized in experiments on the human mind and body that were somehow pushing a boundary. Because it was operating on the fringes of what might be considered morally acceptable, it was from the utmost importance that the voluntary nature of the tests was guaranteed and that all of the persons undergoing the experiments were doing so at their own free will. That they were being paid handsomely for their participation was not seen as a conflicting factor as such.

Now, as a volunteer, you could subscribe to different levels of tests, and there was a progressive scale of financial rewards connected to them. Basically, the more basic rights one was prepared to temporarily abstain from, the higher the reward would be. And Emily was making very good money off the institute, as she had committed herself to the highest level of participation. This meant full nudity, a possible violation of physical integrity, mild to severe experience of pain for limited periods, etc.

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