This piece is a commission. All characters are over 18. It involves themes such as foot fetish, cuckolding, ahegao, hypnosis, non-con, and the mormon church. If you find any of that offensive or it doesn't tick your boxes this is probably not the story for you. I'll be using this account to upload commission pieces that have been requested of me. Generally, these are stories that I have typed in a few hours so are not as polished as something I might have spent a full week laboring over. Still, I hope if this is your thing that you enjoy it!
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The heavy slaps of her sneakers beating across the asphalt was the only sound save her own panting ragged breath. It was 4:30pm and school had let out an hour and a half ago, but Annie was still working her way around the track. The state meet was in two short weeks and she was determined to shave another 20 seconds off her time. There was, after all, a scholarship depending on it. When she finally came around the last bend she saw a figure on the horizon who seemed to be waving her in, "Hey, babe..." a male voice called out, one that she instantly recognized as her boyfriend, Jason.
Annie's face lit up and she ran the home stretch and came toe to toe with the boy in question, "What are you doing here?" She beamed, blue eyes sparkling, as her hands slipped up to cup his cheeks and impart an innocent kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I thought we could catch a movie?" His hand spidered down to the plump rounded curve of her backside, thick fingers dimpling the flesh.
It was a move that would cause Annie to lift off on the tips of her toes and spin away from him with a teasing wag of one solitary chastising finger, "Nu uh, no funny stuff." Her bottom lip vanished beneath a row of sparkling white teeth as she teased the supple flesh, "Anyway, I can't today... have plans...."
"Awh, really? What plans? What plans are more important than accompanying your boyfriend to the movies?" His hand was still chasing after her pert backside which she maneuvered away with expert dexterity, causing a frown to pull down the corners of his lips.
Annie's eyes fluttered skyward with a small sigh, "It's a church thing. I can't miss it or my Mom will kill me. I guess the elders think I need to be more involved and they want to have a meeting with me this afternoon?" Rubber soles scuffed against asphalt as she folded back into Jason's grasp, a few wayward strands of sandy blond hair falling across her face, "Don't be mad, ok? I'll make it up to you."
"Oh? You're going to make it up to me, hrm? And how's that?" His face pushed into the crook of her neck as the scent of shampoo and coconut scent body lotion invaded his nostrils, a little nibble was imparted to the delicate stem and Annie squirmed with a giggle.
"I don't know. Think about it? Anything you want... I have to run though, it's getting late and I'm supposed to be there at 5, ok?" With that she was pulling away yet again giving Jason one last look at her pert bottom bouncing in those tiny gym shorts, maybe they weren't supposed to fit so small, but a recent growth spurt had them seeming to shrink until the bottom cusp of her ass seemed to peak out when she ran. "I'll call you!" She called back, vanishing into the parking lot.
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When Annie showed up at the Temple it was relatively quiet. She was still dressed in her track clothes; shorts, a fitted t-shirt, a pair of Nikes, and some white socks that just barely peaked over the edge of her sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail who's end swished between her shoulder blades when she walked. Otherwise, she was cute, but relatively plain. There was no make up, no nail polish; just a smear of chapstick and she was good to go. Of course, this was expected of a Mormon girl and she knew better than to flout the rules when meeting with the elders.
As she pushed into the administrative building she glanced around; no one. Just a bell sitting on the reception desk which she rang before finding a seat. Somewhere in the back of the building, deeping within the offices she could hear the soft low mumbling of male voices. Her eyes flicked towards the clock as the minute hand inched towards five o'clock; just as it turned over a door opened somewhere, foot steps, and then standing before her was one of the elders, Mr. Garris.
There were four of them all together. Mr Garris was in his early 40's, fit, tall and slender with neat, dark hair that swept to one side and piercings brown eyes. Mr. Hansen was the youngest in his mid-30's standing at just about 6 feet with broad shoulders, buzzed blond hair and eyes that matched Annie's in their cool blue hue. Mr. Olsen was roughly 50, shorter than the other two with a stock build and a thick swatch of dark chest hair that bloomed from his button up shirt. Mr. Olsen was of dark complexion with almost jet black mane and coarse hair that covered his forearms. Finally, was Mr. Rigby. Mr. Rigby was the oldest, a man well into his 60's if not his 70's. His hair was grey, his eyes had lost their youthful luster and the green hue almost seemed foggy in his later years. His face was full of character; crows feet and wrinkles abounding.
"Right on time, Annie," Mr. Garris remarked, beckoning her down a long hallway. He moved with a slow easy stride as the girl in question unfolded herself from a chair in the waiting room and padded along behind him in her track-worn sneakers.
"Is Ms. Julie out today?" She queried, fast on his heels. She'd never actually been there without the receptionist so it seemed strange to not see her smiling face behind the desk when she came in.
