The Dare, Book 3
Copyright© 2026 by TailWeaver
Chapter 28: Limits?
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 28: Limits? - Continuing the chronicle of Talia and her brother - and everyone else who becomes impacted by Talia's embrace of her inner Niki. Some time has passed in the documenting, but not in her life - hopefully it all makes sense.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual True Story Workplace Incest Brother Sister Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex
Heading into work the next day, Talia felt that familiar surge of excitement running through her. Just like when Peter would take her to the adult store or their mountain picnic spot, her anticipation ran through her, making everything just that much more alive. Attempting to concentrate on work for an hour, she found herself reviewing the same set of paragraphs over and over, her mind unable to stay focused.
She had not told Peter anything about what was going on at work, spending the previous evening like most evenings lately, quite naked and very submissive. She had quickly lost herself in their familiar routine, drifting away with her headphones on until she had felt his semi-hard prick pressing against her mouth. Later on, she lost count of the times she had cum, bent over the arm of the couch while they watched TV’, his fat cock filling her over and over as he seemed able to go for hours without cumming. She had been disappointed when he told her their usual trip was postponed because he had to work on Saturday. It wasn’t until much later that he mentioned that Sara had suggested Niki text her if she was bored on Saturday. She was slowly sucking his cock in the backyard under the stars, obediently going potty like a puppy when he explained that Sara had seemed quite disappointed that he had canceled the session in the mountains and had been quite insistent that Peter give Talia Sara’s number. Talia picked up her phone, flipping through her contacts until she found Sara’s entry. She had not decided if she was going to contact the girl yet, though the way she had made her feel the previous weekend made her more than a little eager to see what the younger woman might have in mind. For Niki.
Shaking her head and clearing her mind of her reminisces, Talia forced herself to confront the paragraphs in front of her and spent the next few minutes carefully marking up the few changes she determined were necessary for review. When her phone chimed softly to remind her of her ten AM appointment, she felt a resurgence of her earlier excitement as she got up and headed to Walter’s office. She smiled at Andrea as she went in, turning and closing the door when Walter waved at it. She began to move towards his desk when he raised his hand and told her to lock the door. She knew at least some of what was likely to happen during her ‘training’, but the simple act of locking the door sent additional shivers of anticipation all up and down her spine.
Turning back to Walter’s desk, she could see three piles of cloth/clothing on his desk, with an apple, a banana, and an orange sitting by each pile. Remembering her story, she knew she would have to pick one, though she was not exactly sure how Walter was modifying it to match their real situation.
“Good morning, Alex, prompt. Very good. A Mystique girl is a good girl, as you know. Take a seat over there. I’ve set up a monitor and headphones with your training materials.”
Surprised, Talia turned to the corner he pointed to and noticed a small study cubicle with a monitor, mouse, and headphones. She glanced at it before looking back at her boss.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing nefarious, but I thought we needed something to get you introduced to the Mystique way of things. I did not have much time to configure the messaging completely, but I got the basics in, you know, Mystique is for the discerning client, a Mystique girl is a good girl, that sort of thing. It’s not really mind-altering, just suggestive, I think, no matter what they say online. If it’s too weird, we can try something else,” he added, pausing to get her reaction.
Talia mentally shrugged, wondering whether Peter and Walter had somehow talked, or whether these ‘suggestive’ videos were really that prevalent online. She had no issue with Peter’s relaxation tapes, and she figured Walter’s would likely be similar, only with video rather than a blindfold. She sat down, put on the headphones, and looked over at Walter for confirmation before clicking the large START button when he nodded encouragingly.
The music was as pleasant as Peter’s, and as the video began, it alternated pastoral scenes with candid shots of attractive women in summer attire. Talia found herself relaxing as quickly as she might have at home. The scenes/snapshots repeated frequently, but not in the same order. She figured they were on some sort of randomizing loop. At first, it was only music playing in her ears, but after a while she was certain she could hear words - albeit just below the threshold of understanding. She felt herself becoming lulled into a pleasant lassitude, and by the time she realized she could make out the words, she was certain she had been watching for quite some time.
A Mystique girl is a good girl
Good girls know when to obey
Mystique is for the discriminating client
The pictures continued to be random, but she thought she noticed a pretty woman in a white dress appear whenever the voice said “Good Girl.” Also, she was certain there had been very brief flashing of fruit in between many of the pictures.
Talia knew she had made up Mystique, but by the time her session was over, she almost believed it really existed. The music and voice stopped, and the video show ended, returning the screen to a neutral background. Taking off her headphones, Talia felt decidedly relaxed and at ease.
Come, let’s get your measurements before you choose your first option, just to be sure nothing has changed.”
Talia had expected something of the sort, but she still felt a thrill of excitement to hear his words confirm her imagination. She moved to stand next to his desk before slowly working the buttons of her blouse, spreading the sides of her shirt, and exposing her bra to her boss for the second day in a row. She watched him watching her, his face unmoving, though he had a bit of a smile, and she casually dropped her shirt onto the chair she would normally be sitting on during any sort of one-on-one meeting. She undid the clasp of her jeans and the buckle of the mostly decorative thin belt, and lowered her pants over her hips, feeling her underwear tugging slightly before staying mostly in place. Bending forward, she slipped one leg out of her jeans before she was brought up short.
“Freeze”
Talia didn’t move. She wasn’t exactly sure what this game was, but she had no intention of failing his test, whatever it was. She held herself, mostly bent over, one hand on the leg of her jeans that she had not yet removed. She watched out of the corner of her downward-facing eyes as Walter got up and moved around her, taking a moment to stand directly behind her, no doubt staring at her stretched taut bottom.
“Release”
Just the single word, and Talia began to move again. She knew on some level that he was beginning to train her to obey, but she did not mind. She trusted him as much as she did her brother, though in a much different way. A moment later, her pants joined her blouse on the chair, and she stood at some sort of attention, waiting while he again grabbed the measuring tape and looped it around her body. He seemed less circumspect today, his fingers and palms resting against her skin much more often. When he measured her breasts, she could feel him press the tape firmly against her bra, once again his thumb finding her nipple and pressing against it, though with no comment upon what he was doing.
Her skin tingled, danced a little with his soft touches, and by the time he had carefully measured her hips, his breath blowing gently across the front of her panties, she was pleasantly aroused. She almost moved against him, her enjoyment becoming obvious, but he backed away and returned to his desk.
“Good girl. Now, just pick the fruit that calls to you the most, and that’s where we will start.”
“Start?”
“Yes, I was serious. We needed the measurements for some new clothing items. We will start with whatever you pick today. You will be expected to wear them, or the items that follow, every day you are here at Mystique.”
Talia moved to the front of his desk, her gaze going across the three small piles of fabric, each with a respective piece of fruit placed on top. She knew she’d seen the same fruit scattered through the video, but she honestly could not remember any of the associated images or sounds. Deciding to just stick with what she had written in her story, she reached out and touched the middle pile. “Orange, I guess,” she said, moving the orange and picking up the undergarments at Water’s motion.
Walter nodded, “Hmm, interesting. Not sure if there’s a subconscious connection, but I’m sure these will do for now. Any of them would be fine, of course, but it’s important that you feel a part of the process, Alex. Now, go put those on, and we will get one final set of measurements. Just to be sure.”
Walter’s voice was steady, sure, and she felt as eager to listen to him as she ever had with Chuck or Peter. She wondered, briefly, if she was supposed to change right there, but she ran his words through her mind and realized he meant for her to go and come back. Quickly putting her outer garments back on and slipping back into her low-heeled shoes, she retired to the small but well-appointed bathroom, stopping by her office to grab her purse and carefully stowing the intimate garments inside
Locking the door, Talia set her purse down by the small pile of hand towels and began removing her clothes for the second time that morning. Standing in her underwear, enjoying the slightly naughty feeling of being ½ naked at work, she looked over the new undergarments Walter had given her. She was not surprised they were the correct size; he had always been rather detail-oriented, and it was clear that the measurements he had taken were not just perfunctory. Slipping her bra off, glancing at her almost naked self in the mirror, she marveled at how eagerly and easily she was going along with Walter’s game. Between the changes at home and what was happening at work, she could feel herself becoming quite the hedonist. Staring at her bare breasts, she wondered where things were going to end up at work. She was certain Walter would be seeing her naked and, at a minimum, performing what he saw her doing at the adult store. She stared into the mirror, gauging her reaction to her own thoughts, searching for any reluctance or uncertainty. All she could see was an odd excitement or desire. It was as if her years of being the good girl, the responsible adult, had built up her need for release to the point that none of this seemed untoward. Not her brother. Not her boss. Probably not whatever Sara had in mind, either.
Slipping into the lingerie-type bralette, she glanced at the tag, not surprised to see an expensive label. Knowing Walter, he would not let anything else suffice for a Mystique product. She looked at herself in the mirror as she adjusted the cups (such as they were), and felt a tingle inside when she noted how little opacity there was in the cup area. Her areola and nipples were quite obvious, if not necessarily completely exposed. As she slipped out of her own panties and into the fancy ‘Mystique’ brand, she was a little surprised that they were not more daring, though the backside was as see-through as the cups of the bralette.
Talia smiled at Andrea as she passed the girl’s desk on her way back to Walter’s office. She knew everything was hidden beneath her clothes, but the simple knowledge that she was wearing undergarments chosen not by herself, but by her boss, made her a little giddy as she once again entered Walter’s office and closed the door, looking at him for confirmation before locking it again.
“Let’s see then, shall we, Alex?” she heard him say as she moved to the side of his desk, slipping off her low heels and beginning to undo her blouse again. It was still an odd sort of feeling, disrobing at work, but after doing it a couple of times already, Talia was feeling less odd about the whole thing. It was almost normal. Ish. Tossing her jeans gently atop her blouse for the second time, she stood up, feeling her body react a bit more this time, well aware that the bralette was not very opaque, and the sleek fabric around her hips reminded her of its sheerness in the back.
“Excellent, Alex, excellent. A true Mystique girl, I can see.” Walter said, his voice calm and steady. He once again began to measure her, and it was clear it was merely an excuse to put his hands on her nearly naked body. As the tape brushed across the front of her turgid nipples, she glanced at his face, noting how he seemed to be quite intent on staring at her barely covered breasts. Even under the thin covering, every contour and color was clear. His hands slid slightly down her side, gently turning her away from him as he measured her waist and hips. She was certain he was drinking in the sight of her nearly bare bottom as she stood, obediently waiting while he took his ‘measurements.’
At another touch of his hand, Talia turned back around, standing still while Walter went and sat at his desk, typing a couple of words or so. She stood, waiting, like the day before, on display while he typed away. After a couple of minutes, he turned back to her, nodding. “Good girl, you may go. We will move these sessions to 8:30 AM next week, which will give us a little more time.”
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