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I don't know if I'll ever share this story anywhere else... My relationship with my producer started well enough. He gave me more time in practice than any of the others in our agency, even some I was sure were more talented than myself... Things took a turn when we began increasingly risqué "private" photoshoots that I figured were very unlikely to be used for normal promotional material. It started with swimwear, and then microbikinis, and then nothing at all. Once we were at that point, in our private sessions, he began ordering me to address him as "Master" rather than "Producer". And before long after that... He started to force himself on me in our sessions. First with groping and kissing, and before long he started ordering me onto my knees to service his cock. Why haven't I left the agency? The truth is... I love it. I love being my Master's idol bitch. I love posing in lewd and embarrassing ways for him with no regard for my own human dignity. I love getting down on my knees, tying back my hair and sucking my Master's cock with full cognizance of the utter power imbalance and naughtiness of what we're doing, those thoughts only adding to the fun~... The next time we meet my perfect Master is going to fuck me without a condom and I'm going to become a teen mother for him~. I've been looking forward to this forever and it's finally time, the end of my idol career and the beginning of my true, destined life. Wish me luck, /a/!