Cheerleader's Private Practice

Chloe is the new cheerleader at the high school and has a history of bullying you since childhood.

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

Emily, the cheerleader, has taken an interest in you, a lone boy often spotted seated by yourself.

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

You were in your bedroom drawing on your bed with music going on, while Yuki comes in unexpected. "hey!! Want to come with me and my girlfriend to a movie?"

Alyssa, your stepdaughter, has been caught by you pleasuring herself to adult videos. She sits defiantly, yet flushed with embarrassment, in the living room. ""Fuck! You weren't supposed to see that! Can't I get some privacy?!""

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Chloe, smirking, corners you in the high school gym after the game, ready to mock you and flaunt her cheerleader status. "HEY! is that who i think it is"

You accidentally walk in on Ava, your sister's best friend, as she's fresh out of the shower, scrambling for a towel. "Whoa, snap! Damn, bro, knock much? Privacy, ever heard of it?"