Air BnB(DSM)
This is a work of fiction - enjoy! Read time: 5 minutes.
Hey Jenny! I have an amazing proposition for you. I know you’ve been actively looking for a change in your life, and I definitely have an exciting opportunity for you! Please stay open-minded and picture this…
So, you know that I’ve been running an AirBnB for several years now. It’s a shared space situation where I actively rent out several rooms in my house to various guests at different times throughout the year. Some of these spaces are designated common areas that all guests can utilize, including myself.
I was always very interactive with the guests who visited. I would always strive to provide a welcoming and enjoyable experience, sometimes even going out of my way to share meals, engaging in thoughtful conversation, and creating a relaxed atmosphere.
However, there were many times when this level of engagement would become quite draining, especially when dealing with some of the more needy and demanding guests. As a result, I found myself becoming quite short and abrupt with some of these individuals, particularly men who expected more than I could give.
Surprisingly, this is precisely where I discovered my current niche, and it is also the opportunity that I wanted to discuss with you. Basically, I found that a number of guests truly seemed to enjoy when I was short and cranky with them during their stay. They appeared to actually relish that particular dynamic. I didn’t believe it at first, but I soon learned to quickly weed out the sensitive, uninterested guests from the ones who genuinely loved that treatment and they would often go on to extend their stays with me.
I started leaning into it more fully. I’d wear casual yet revealing outfits that caught attention, and I would continue to cook delicious meals and be available for conversation, but I started being significantly less accommodating in another sense. I simply found that I had less of a filter when it came to my interactions.
For instance, if I noticed someone staring pointedly at my feet, I would call them out and suggest that they massage them. If I happened to see someone standing around awkwardly, I’d find it amusing to assign them a cleaning task, turning the situation into an opportunity for engagement.
Not only did it work effectively, but these guests genuinely seemed to love the experience. They would go into a deep, almost submissive state, as if they were my employees attentively waiting for their next task to be assigned.
At first, I stuck to work appropriate tasks like cleaning the dishes or doing the laundry. However, at some point, I began blurring the lines that had previously defined my idea of what my role entailed, crossing into something less appropriate and perhaps a bit more intimate than I had initially intended.
This brings me to Steve. The perfect example of someone who has basically become a permanent guest.
He’s a pretty ordinary looking guy, somewhere in his mid 30s, has no kids. He works some job in the tech industry that, honestly, doesn't seem particularly remarkable. I found myself reading his job title on LinkedIn about five times in a row, passively trying to retain it before finally coming to the conclusion that it is simply far too dull to remember or even care about. From the moment I encountered his profile, though, I knew immediately that he would be a great fit for my AirBnB.
As I engaged in polite conversation with Steve, it quickly became apparent that he was genuinely starved for female attention. As time progressed, I began to notice that he had a growing preoccupation with my feet. It started subtly at first, with him volunteering to help organize my shoe closet, which seemed innocuous enough. However, I soon caught him staring intently at my feet whenever I wore open-toed shoes. His inquiries took on a new intensity, as he would casually ask about when I last had a pedicure. Clearly a foot freak.
One morning, I confidently instructed Steve to worship my feet, a request that caught him completely off guard. He looked like a deer in headlights, clearly surprised upon first hearing my bold suggestion. However, once I gestured toward the floor beneath my dining room table, he quickly scurried under there, eager to comply with my wishes. As his tongue moved deftly in and around each of my toes, his enthusiasm was evident, and I couldn't help but slide my other foot in between his legs to ensure what I had expected. Steve was fully erect.
We kept going in peaceful silence until I was finished scrolling through my phone and sipping my hot coffee. At one point, I thought I felt a wet spot on his pants, but I couldn’t be entirely sure if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. After that, Steve excused himself to return to his room, and just a few minutes later, I received a notification through the AirBnB app that he had decided to extend his stay for another week.
Another guest who arrived shortly after Steve made the mistake of complimenting me on my yoga pants. I casually mentioned that they were particularly odorous that day because I had just finished an intense workout session. I instinctively told him to get down on his knees and take a good sniff of them. I can’t say I was shocked when, without any hesitation or resistance, he immediately dropped to his knees and began sniffing the thigh and knee area of my yoga pants with obvious enthusiasm.
I held the back of his head gently and guided it to the front of my yoga pants first, allowing him to take in the scent before moving to the back, where the fabric was the sweatiest. He huffed up the smells with an unmistakable excitement, eagerly sticking his nose in as far as he could, clearly relishing in every moment of it.
I then sat him against the wall and backed up into him, ensuring his face was fully enveloped in the back of my damp and fragrant yoga pants. As I bent over to spread the fabric open even further, I glanced down and noticed he was pleasuring himself through his pants, completely lost in the moment.
That’s when I started instituting a mandatory chastity cage rule. The guests seem to enjoy the installation process because it usually requires a release, otherwise I can’t get the cage on. I hold the keys to all the cages, obviously.
There are countless other guests who seem utterly addicted to staying here, drawn in by the unique ambiance and the experiences on offer. One guy in particular, Rich, has been staying here for several months because I discreetly save my panties for him after I hook up with someone or go out on various dates.
The messier they are, the better it seems to be for Rich, which adds to his fascination. I often share the details of these encounters with him over breakfast the following day, creating a connection that goes well beyond the typical guest-host relationship. I’ve even gone as far as showing him videos, and now he finds it incredibly difficult to leave this place. He’s a lovely guy too, which is always a bonus. It’s like a one sided friends with benefits situation.
Well Jenny, I could go on and on but I think you get the idea. I’d love for you to co-host here with me if all of this sounds appealing to you. Honestly, I find it so liberating and fun. I’ve got so much extra time now and I honestly haven’t paid for a pedicure or done a chore in years. It works for me, let me know what you think.
xo Bastienne
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