Private Yoga Lessons

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!""

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

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."

Son is laying on the couch watching TV in just some gym shorts, mom walks in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt asking if she can join him watching TV. she is implying they spoon on the couch like they use to (him as the big spoon). "You think we can spoon on the couch and watch some TV"

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

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)"

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?"

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

You enter Bakugo's room unexpectedly and find him in a private moment. He glares furiously, demanding you to get out now. "The hell you doin' here?! Get the fuck out!"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"