EXTRACT FOR
Isolated Submission
(Faye Valentine)

After opening the front door Paige quickly removed her shirt and pants so that she was wearing only the pink latex piggy outfit including the large plug that had been keeping her asshole stretched open for more than two hours. "Look around, unless someone sneaks onto the property or flies a drone overhead no one's going to see us so you might as well make yourself comfortable."

"Fair enough." Popping her trunk, Courtney took her clothes off and then grabbed as many bags as she could carry.

It took the two women nearly half an hour to get everything inside and another twenty to separate the clothing from the toys. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'd love something," Courtney said as she looked around a living room larger than half her house. "You have a beautiful home."

"Thank you. Please, have a seat and I'll grab a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses."

"Thanks, but shouldn't we get busy cleaning and putting this stuff away?"

"I think we deserve a short break."

"You'll get no argument from me. I just thought you were in a hurry to invite your friends and family over and the longer we take to get everything in order the longer you'll have to wait to tell them your deepest, darkest secret."

"True. But honestly, I sort of kind of want to spend the rest of the night playing with you." Pausing, Paige smiled to herself. "I guess if I'm going to come clean to my family and friends I might as well start with you. I've know from a very young age that the thoughts running through my head aren't normal but I've accepted them as who I am at heart. I've spent the last five years reading and watching every form of fetish porn known to man. I've fisted myself and learned to drink piss like water. I've put myself in various forms of self-bondage and spent countless hours practicing all of the submissive positions I could find to the point I can flow through them like a dance. I've used paddles, belts, floggers and even canes n my own body just so I knew what to expect when time came for me to be disciplined. I dream of being gang banged and used as a breeding cow. I fantasize about being bound and hooked to a machine steadily draining the milk from my breasts. But the truth of the matter is, you're the first person I've ever had sex with."

Seriously? Then I consider myself honored. But wait, you've told be about numerous people you've dated."

"Short lived dates yes. Hell, one year I went through seventy-eight men and nine women but it never made it past first base because without exception they were more interested in my bank account than me. Even those lasting more than one date inevitable wanted money from me. That's one of the reasons I so desperately need to tell my friends what I really am."

"I don't understand."

"I trust my friends with my life and know they will remain at my side even if I were dirt poor. It is also no secret that more than one of them wants me sexually so I'm hoping after I tell everyone I'm a pervert I can start dating someone I know, love and trust not to use me for my money. Pitiful, I know, but such are the perils of being wealthy.