The Booth
Copyright© 2025 by Awkward Pen
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BDSM Sex Story: Set - A woman sends an idea for a new bondage booth to a famous erotica producer, unaware he wants her starring in it for his next movie. (Bondage, domination/submission, nudity but no intercourse)
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Exhibitionism
Gina’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she answered the door. The blonde woman was in her fifties or even her early sixties, dressed in a professional suit, glasses, and heels, but was still just as beautiful as when Mr. Muse had caned her on camera nearly thirty years earlier.
“You’re...” Gina couldn’t find the words. Couldn’t do anything but stare. “You’re...”
“I’m what?” Goddess above, she was even stunning when she frowned.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Her smile was beatific, and her perfect English only carried a hint of an Italian accent. Gina knew instantly that she would do almost anything to see that smile light up her eyes again. “I’m Genevra.”
“I know who you are Mrs. Muse,” Gina said, finally catching her composure and stepping aside to let the taller woman in.
“Miss Accetta,” Genevra corrected. “I only work for Mr. Muse now.”
“How? I mean...”
“Mr. Muse is a hard man to love and a harder man to leave completely,” Genevra said as if that explained everything. “He wants to build your booth.”
It was only then that Gina noticed her guest had a leather document holder under her arm. “How much is it going to cost?”
“For you? Nothing.” Genevra opened her folder and pulled out several legal looking documents. “He does, however, have a few conditions.”
“Then I have a condition too.” Gina started trembling so hard she grabbed her own arms in a vain attempt to stop it. “I want to see it. In person. And ... and I want to see you in it.”
“No.” Genevra’s smile was warm and a trifle amused. “He wants you in it.”
The desperate smile pulling at the corners of Gina’s mouth vanished. “I couldn’t. I mean, the travel cost and-”
“Everything will be paid for.”
“I have a job.”
“Construction will take long enough that you can make arrangements.”
“But, I’m ... I mean I’m not...” Gina gulped and forced herself to stand straight. “I’m not beautiful.”
“Christopher Muse says you are.” Genevra’s smile was both understanding and perhaps a trifle sad. “He was adamant on your participation. Without your participation, your booth doesn’t get constructed, and Mr. Muse finds someone else to amuse him.”
Gina stared up at the older woman, but couldn’t guess what she was thinking. Did Genevra want Gina to turn the offer down? She would, if their places were reversed.
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