https://theharshwriter.site/ Recent content on The Harsh Writer Hugo -- gohugo.io en Sun, 10 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000 https://theharshwriter.site/post/60510_new_url/ Sun, 10 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . THW has a domain https://theharshwriter.site/post/60508_story-of-sophia_11/ Fri, 08 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000 May 10th, 2026 : Carpark pic added. In that moment, everything became the one thing which would be the heart-breaking, cold-as-iron central fact of Sophia's existence from that moment on— although the details, the particulars would unfold only in time, and without any diminishment of each as an experience, no matter that all were obviously implications of this central reality— the reality that she was worthless, would always be worthless. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60504_lina-captured_3/ Mon, 04 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He sees it in her eyes, enough to understand what is going on in her head, and she knows that she has given herself away, and she dips her head in confusion and shame and fear before a rising joy in her has her look up at him again, wanting him to see that she accepts, even though the cost is so high https://theharshwriter.site/post/60501_natalies_tale_pt2/ Fri, 01 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Those … will sell. There are people who love such stuff. Call to arrange an appointment, if you wish. The paintwork repair will be deducted, as well as my large fee. You will be seen with me, a little. I will fuck you sometimes; when I like, perhaps. Voyons voir. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60419_natalies_tale_pt1/ Sun, 19 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He has me. Jesus. No man has ever had me like this. I've shown him my tits, my pussy, I've scratched his car, I've insulted him, I've offered to fuck him, and nothing lands. I'm gone; lost. Fuck. I hope I wake up better tomorrow, and this has just been a shitty night. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60311_lina-captured_2/ Wed, 11 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Along with the fear and the shame and the foreboding, there is a lightening of her burden. All his talk of her 'perfection'— which, to her self-critical mind had seemed ridiculous (while still delightfully welcome)— now suddenly seems attainable. With him in control, perfection is infinitely less complex, less demanding. If she has been reduced to a thing for his use, then perfection is simply being as useful as possible. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60309_lina-captured/ Mon, 09 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I'm the man who has your attention, completely. That's all you need to know at the moment. It's very simple, lovely girl. You need to let yourself be guided— be more obedient— that way, you won't be so confused. Everything will be simpler, easier, if you let me control you. Trust me. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60307_an_easy_touch-pt2/ Sat, 07 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Listen. I am your world, now. It will be hard, but I guarantee you it will also be special. You are required, though, to learn to control yourself, or you will be discarded with as little consideration as a faulty toaster oven. You will calm yourself, now, and ask for the cut between your legs, and then you will scream for me, and then this will be over, and then I will fuck you, very hard, and you will come as you have never come before. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60301_an_easy_touch-pt1/ Sun, 01 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I need to tell you something; Knarik and I had a conversation this weekend, and as a result, I'm going to start fucking you, from today— very soon in fact. I'll be rough and demanding and I'll hurt you, too; I enjoy hurting lovely young women, taking you past your limits. You'll spend the evenings naked, and I'll take you when I wish, whether you like it or not. I'll force you; rape you if I have to. I'll have you over to the cabin at other times, where you'll be naked all the time and you can scream all you want. You'll be discreet otherwise. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60218_ellie_erased/ Thu, 19 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Now an intensely used favourite girl at the New York Castle, she learns that the extensive body modifications she had been shown are to be visited upon her, and more; that she will be branded and then sold. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/260210_c_conscious_cunt_j_post7_1/ Sun, 15 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/beating/ Tue, 10 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/ai_video/ Mon, 09 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/foretold_beating/ Mon, 09 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/60209_indenture_scene_1/ Mon, 09 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 February 10th, 2026 : Added 900 words to round out the story. This indenture thing finally clicked with me:— I can treat these girls like sexy furniture, and that's what they are there for. https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/chillies/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Every story post here has a harshness rating, like this: *#harshness:-1-🌶*. Harshness ratings in the general STORIES listing range from one to five chillies. Some stories in the CRUELTIES list have a six chilli rating. https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/dog/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/foretold_dog/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/foretold_grievous_harm/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/tag_descriptions/grievous_harm/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/60207_tag_descriptions/ Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Starting a list of tags and descriptions. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60203_downvotes/ Tue, 03 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Let THW know any subjects you'd appreciate being warned about. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/260202_c_capitulation_pt6/ Mon, 02 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She knew just what it was that *Weinstein* wanted from her, and it was appalling and tragic, but she spent almost no time feeling the awfulness of it; there was no time. Nothing else mattered in any case, not when set against the immediate threat of being subjected to the hot coals again, of losing her mind, losing herself forever. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60131_upgraded-news-page/ Sat, 31 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Hope this is useful! https://theharshwriter.site/post/60125_slave_by_degrees_ch1ep5/ Sun, 25 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Good, you're feeling it. Now, move— push your clit against the leather, move for me, show me you pleasuring yourself. Hands behind your back; they must be kept out of the way when I use you like this, no use to you. You're in my hands, yours are nothing. Move now, Leesha, show me you can come for me like this. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60119_easyn_pt.3/ Mon, 19 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 January 19th, 2026 : Added 230 words at the end - a little soliloquy.. She is ashamed and excited by the experience of curtseying— both to the partners and to Norah. She knows that she is frightened of Norah, frightened of making a mistake, of doing anything not as the partners want it, in front of her. The partners won't notice too much, she thinks, as long as she is sexy and smiley with them, and, probably, puts up with being groped all the time. *She realises she is actually looking forwards to this— other bosses have made her skin crawl, but these guys— well, somehow they deserve to do what they want with her— she finds she accepts— even welcomes— the bargain, will even be worried if they don't feel her up, because it will be a sign they won't keep her on.* But she will have no secrets from Norah, and, as she is determined to do all she can to be kept on after the two weeks, she knows she must keep Norah happy. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60118_rose_and_the_pornographer_1/ Sun, 18 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She felt physically sick, actually; she had met him an hour before at some public lecture she's been made to go to by her housemates— all serious medical students— a tall, somewhat handsome man, casually dressed and slightly scruffy, although the clothes were of high quality; an unassuming mien, with nevertheless an air of great confidence and ease, and— what was rare about him, he didn't even seem to acknowledge her looks. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60112_trent-and-wren_4/ Mon, 12 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Installed with the group of older wives, prominent on a the upper part of the terrace, Wren was hardly spoken to, hardly spoke to anyone. They ensured her drinks were mostly water. Jonny came round every half hour or so; made sure to take Wren's hand, lift it, look at her cleavage, smiling pleasantly, like a shark. Jack never came. Wren felt like a mannequin, a trophy. The women the men's money had bought. Except that these women, the ones she was sitting with, were sharks, too— they had pre-nups, divorce lawyers building dossiers; they were power. Wren was their trophy, too. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60111_trent-and-wren_3/ Sun, 11 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She wanted to tell him that there was no way she could carry such a dress off, that it was impractical - how could she wear a bra with it - it was too slinky, her panty-line would show.. But he had not asked her to speak, and so she could not. And she liked it. He was right about her. It was indeed a pleasure to be simplified, for there to be nothing to do but try the dress on. To remove her sensible bra and panties. to go out into the little area where he was waiting, barefoot, feeling all but naked. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60110_trent-and-wren_2/ Sat, 10 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I took you that night I came round. You are already mine, Wrenny, even if I haven't taken you yet, and now it will always be too hard for you, I promise you. You are going to do this terrible thing; because I tell you to. You will let these city boys rape you and humble you and then I will own you. That is how it will go. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60108_easyn_pt.2/ Wed, 07 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She found herself completely taken by surprise when the agency called her to tell her she has been asked to attend for a second interview. After the shock, came the emotion; very complicated. Real fear about what they would make of her, if they had her there, every day, knowing how weak she had felt, how easily manipulated she had been. At the same time real hope, real fizzing excitement in her that she had a chance, another chance. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60105_prillys_journey_pt13/ Mon, 05 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 January 17th, 2026 : Added 1000 words recalling her orgasms of the previous day. Prilly closed her eyes and let herself go with a low, almost inaudible moaning sigh … and … and … and— she was still there, still with a tiny, small Prilly, still in her head. And a minute later, two, she was, still, there. She had met her strength. It was small, it had lost everything, it hoped for nothing. But it endured. It was almost a disappointment. A large part of her had, it seemed, been looking forward to being utterly lost, being gone cpmpletely. https://theharshwriter.site/post/60102_prillys_journey_pt12e/ Fri, 02 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Alone, in the early light, she had worked on herself, worked to make the impossible, the unacceptable, the appalling, to make all acceptable. Because really, there was nowhere else that she wanted to go now. And if she is to stay here, this must become her 'normal'. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51230_easyn_pt.1/ Tue, 30 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Interviewed for a job she doesn't believe she can get, but which she desperately wants, a small town innocent finds that she may, after all, have a chance— but at what cost? Or, is the cost what she really wanted? https://theharshwriter.site/post/51227_chloe_indentured/ Sat, 27 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . What Strachey did was write a contract for a girl he wished to have sex with that lasted a year. The girl was paid a large amount of the money— two thirds of the large total— up-front. When the year was up, and after she had been paid in full, the girl went to the papers, the found a lawyer and tried to take him to the cleaners. He won on all counts. The full-service indenture contract was born. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51224_linsy_the_model/ Wed, 24 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 January 19th, 2026 : 1000 words added in the desert, new dog pic.. Taking the third fragment in '22's 'Three Easy Pieces', working with the AI co-writer to quickly turn it into a very cruel story. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51223_marie/ Tue, 23 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The initial prompt: An innocent young woman has confusing sexual dreams but is too shy and frightened to do anything about them. She meets a charming, kind older man who is at the same time disarmingly direct about wanting to have sex with her in a brutal way. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51217_prillys_journey_pt12d/ Wed, 17 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Up. Up now pretty; we will do it again, and you will let it happen; and then maybe again, until you know it in your bones… And they did, and, the third time they were at the plunge pool, Prilly by then only tenuously holding on to any notion of who she was, of anything but the seconds she was living through, when Maria told her to throw herself in, head first, told her that she would be held down for longer than before, Prilly sobbed in fear, but made no argument, and took only a few long seconds before she complied. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51216_story_of_s_pt18/ Tue, 16 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The … first part is the commitment itself— what … what can be done to me; what I commit to do, or allow to be done to me. The second part is the boundary— when and where the commitments are to be honoured, how far they can go. The third part is the … the enforcement commitment, where I say what is OK to be done to me to coerce me to meet my commitments. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51202_prillys_journey_pt12c/ Tue, 02 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He had pressed her hard, delivering such a harsh beating so soon; he was confident enough that she was building a neat little mental and emotional trap for herself to let her find her own way toward the inevitable truth of her total defeat. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51130_prillys_journey_pt12b/ Sun, 30 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 December 2nd, 2025 : upgraded harshness to 4. Maria is going to make sure I go down, and she is as cruel as LeStrade, but I can't help being thankful to her for guiding me so firmly, for understanding me so much better than I do myself. It's crazy, but I feel as if being in her hands will keep me safe— safe!— as she helps LeStrade destroy me. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51116_prillys_journey_pt12a/ Sun, 16 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 November 17th, 2025 : 200 words added. A creature which lives to be fucked. No, raped, since consent is never sought, nor relevant, when it gets fucked, since it has already consented to everything, even that which it cannot accept and finds itself fighting against, has still been consented to. Defeat is inevitable, violation is inevitable. Brutality is inevitable. Desirable. Deserved. Appropriate; beautiful, even. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51110_club_y_ep5/ Mon, 10 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 November 16th, 2025 : Whipping picture added. Then it was Nancy's turn again, only now Robyn was no longer interested, focused entirely on managing her own desperation, on finding ways to cope with the terrible reality of her first real thrashing. Just as Nancy had said, their Dad's razor strop, which had not been spared either of them— even into their teens— had been a walk in the park compared to the horror of the strokes of Jim's whip. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51109_the_letter/ Sat, 08 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . A reader, Jill, has had this story for a while, does not know who the author is, and would like to find out. It fits well enough here, so I'm sharing it. If you know the author, please answer in the comments. If you *are* the author, many thanks for your story, and of course, tell THW if you want it taken down. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51108_prillys_journey_pt11/ Sat, 08 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 November 11th, 2025 : Added 900 words, 2 pictures.. Oh God I'm whoring myself to a stranger who I know nothing about, whose face I don't even remember from the last time he raped me! And it just feels like a machine now; I'm in it, and it's happening, and I just have to go along with it or get mangled— even though it is going to mangle me anyway. Oh fuck I'm going to ask him to rape me again and I want to; I want him to! https://theharshwriter.site/post/51102_the_beam/ Sun, 02 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . A reader, Jill, has had this story for a while, but does not know who the author is, and would like to find out. It's well written, interesting, and fits well here, so I'm sharing it. If you know the author, please answer in the comments. If you *are* the author, many thanks for your story, and of course, tell THW if you want it taken down. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51030_club_y_ep4/ Thu, 30 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . How can this be happening! It's going so fast! I'm completely unprepared for this; he has me where he wants me; overwhelmed by the rapid changes, by his directness, his demands, his attitude. I'm so nervous! Frightened and panicky; afraid of the pain, already drowning in shame, trembling at the thought of Jim fucking me. I'm going to be whipped and raped! Oh my Lord, please, let me survive this! https://theharshwriter.site/post/51028_trent-and-wren_1/ Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . So here we are with the only way through. You have to call Jack's bluff. He won't be able to help himself from bragging about it to his banker chums, and they'll make him do it. Then you'll find out, and I'll find out, what's real. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51027_club_y_ep3/ Mon, 27 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 October 31st, 2025 : Added 250 words - discovery of Robyn's smut collection. Think now, Robyn, before you speak; this is a one-time thing; once you've asked to be controlled, there will be no tolerance or mercy whatsoever, no let-offs. You'll obey me in all things, large and small, until you cease to be a guest in this house; EVERY. SINGLE. COMMAND. Understood? https://theharshwriter.site/post/51025_belonging_to_madame_f_pt3/ Sat, 25 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 October 27th, 2025 : Added video gallery at the end - 4 entries. Don't make any mistake, this counselling is not 'healing', not 'therapy'— no-one cares about your 'wellbeing'— obviously. What Madame cares about is your delivery, your perfomance, your availability— as cunt— as the deepest, most abject kind of whore. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51019_clubx_continuation/ Sun, 19 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Where to find future posts https://theharshwriter.site/post/51017_club_y_ep2/ Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . If I could just find someone who got off on this stuff like I do. There must be a few people like me? Otherwise who would publish these books and magazines? In the meantime, though… https://theharshwriter.site/post/51011_prillys_journey_pt10/ Sat, 11 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 November 26th, 2025 : Added dream picture.. Why does he insist on me choosing, again and again? Why is all the pressure on me? He's getting to use a young girl like a sex-toy, and he wants her to do all the work too— the work of forcing herself to be a whore for him? At least Maria tied me up, forced me. Why do I have to ask to be humiliated and degraded? https://theharshwriter.site/post/51010_club_y_ep1/ Fri, 10 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 October 25th, 2025 : added Nancy and Robyn hug pic. She would find a way— she had no idea how— a way to see for herself if the reality of those harsh, cruel, degrading things which she read about, which she imagined, which she had even begun to dream about, were what she wanted— or whether reading about them and dreaming was all she would ever have… https://theharshwriter.site/post/51007_prillys_journey_pt9/ Tue, 07 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 November 27th, 2025 : Added animation section at the end. Prilly knew, somewhere in her, that the longer she could maintain the dream, the less she would suffer; seeing at the same time that the whole business of becoming LeStrade's whore was to withdraw from real life into a small, contained dream; a dream of helpless weakness, continual nakedness, of cocks pushing into her, of being slapped and beaten, of coming in shame and distress, of embarrassment and needy offering, of violation and defeat, of excess and intensity, all of it sheltered from the mundanity of the real. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51006_club_y_prologue/ Mon, 06 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 : . Somehow, a part of her had been awakened— a part which did not fit, could not fit. A part of her nonetheless, an important part, which had never, never before yesterday, been fed. And now, now that it had tasted life, now that it had awoken, it wanted more. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51005_prillys_journey_pt8/ Sun, 05 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 October 7th, 2025 : Added Prilly and Maria pictures. Jou hav' it eesy, girl. Jou born for this. Maria (ees no' my reel name)— Maria was force' to be thees. They take me een my house when I am thirteen, the Carteladores, keel my family where I see eet, then they rape me an' beat me an' cut me an' wheep me, and then they make me drog factory eslave; sex-eslave, too. https://theharshwriter.site/post/51002_clubx_3/ Thu, 02 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Robin finds some unsettling pictures. An embarrassing moment ensues... https://theharshwriter.site/post/50928_prillys_journey_pt7/ Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She was still naked, kneeling: her face down, her pussy open, pushed up for anyone to see, stuck in the corner of the kitchen, having somehow become trapped in this unbelievable notion that she was a natural, innate whore; the reality that had her, once again falling into that looping, addictive groove of fear, arousal, shame, fear, arousal. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50927_clubx_2/ Sat, 27 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Settling in at her sisters', Robin thinks about her unsatisfying sex life. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50924_clubx_1/ Wed, 24 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 September 27th, 2025 : Added still comic images. Robin goes to visit her married sister, but is thinking about her kink. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50914_prillys_journey_pt6/ Sun, 14 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 September 21st, 2025 : 3 video images added. I will keep you like this, in this condition, in confusion, in fear, in shame— naked, mostly, of course, and often in pain— for my entertainment. You won't be able to resist my demands on you; in fact, you will find that submitting will be the one and only way to feel safe. You won't find it in you to resist, so that your freedom will extend only as to the prettiness and sweetness with which you offer yourself up to me, open yourself up to your own degradation. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50906a_ai-workings/ Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Some detail on how THW is working with AI for the images in recent stories https://theharshwriter.site/post/50906_prillys_journey_pt5/ Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I'm only interested in you as a sexual plaything, Prilly; sex and a bit of emotional vampirism, too, you might say. Your bodily and other needs are of no interest to me; they will have to be taken care of at other times, as best you can; Maria will help you. But when you're with me, you're a creature to be fucked, or offering itself for fucking, or you're emoting in response to my pushing your buttons; hurting you or shaming you. There's nothing else. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50904_prillys_journey_pt4/ Thu, 04 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I have to let him be right, let it feel like what it feels like— shame and fear and hunger and weakness and need and … yes … wanting to have him fuck me … all of it, I have to let it take me, I have to go with it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50828_prillys_journey_pt3/ Thu, 28 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000 August 31st, 2025 : Added 3 short videos.. What you can learn, Roddy, is this; that although Miss Prilly is definitely not the kind of whore you so crudely labelled her as— not a girl who sells her body for use as a sex object in return for money or power— that the reason she is here like this is that she is another kind of whore— the deeper, more fundamental kind. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50826_prillys_journey_pt2/ Tue, 26 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She laughed, and rose to her feet, immediately knowing that she was different already— that the knowledge, hard and frightening but also wonderful was inside her— that she was going to walk downstairs, naked, go into the morning room, naked, let them all see, show LeStrade that she was open to him, feeling that knowledge change her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50825_prillys_journey_pt1/ Mon, 25 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000 September 22nd, 2025 : added 200 words after LeStrade walks off. It came to her that she could do something she had never dared do, and sunbathe naked— there was a high wall around the end of the pool away from the house, a sun-trap, so she had started to spend a couple of hours in the late morning out there, naked on the lounger, turning herself every fifteen minutes, trying some special poses she'd found on the web to make sure her sides, underarms and inner thighs got tanned evenly. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50819_candyfloss_pt3/ Tue, 19 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Chloe had been pushed aside, demoted, suppressed in favour of Candyfloss, whose defining features were her cunt, closely followed by her tits, her ass, her soft throat, all of which she had offered up for use and abuse, for stiff cocks, for hard hands. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50814_sally_turned_pt5/ Thu, 14 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000 August 14th,2025 : Upgraded second image, minor text improvements. Her orders were simple, clear and came with the added benefit that compliance would not be likely to displease her— the physical sensation of despair which her earlier demolishing of my presentation of myself was something I very definitely did not want to repeat. I was weakly glad to be controlled. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/250730_c_alpha_pt1/ Wed, 30 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . They had not tied her up, not locked the door, not told her where she was allowed to go, just put her in this bare room with its grotty en-suite, left the door open, and told the dog; 'Hold!'. The dog would be relieved every few hours by another one - though they all looked alike to her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50723_city_of_the_steps/ Wed, 23 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 July 25th, 2025 : Added a caption for each girl— 300 words added. Plus another 300 words of 'lore'.. In the City of the Steps, considered a hum-drum, stolid place by the standards of the Nine Realms, one ritual is nevertheless the subject of much comment. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50719_story_of_s_pt17/ Sat, 19 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 July 24th, 2025 : Another 500 words! I keep finding places where this can be more sweetly painful for Essy.. Essy's belly is turning over itself with fear as she arranges herself for him, in a pose deliberately set by Madam to make her own weakness and vulnerability unmissable, striving to maximise her signal that she too is a girl who can be damaged, brutalised, doomed; possessed by the horrible thought that she must try to inflame him so that he will do something terrible to her, too. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50714_story_of_s_pt16/ Mon, 14 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 July 18th, 2025 : I seem to have added another few hundred words - when they first meet.. It's impossible, isn't it? To know that they'll have the power of life and death over us; pain and joy, terror and peace, and that they will use that power to destroy us, in service of their horrid sadistic perversions. To know that we're going to ask them to be merciless as we surrender to them. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50712_fatal_attraction_pt5/ Sat, 12 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The weirdness of everything is over-the-top again, suddenly, and hysteria grows in me, fast, as the drone darts and hovers; I feel myself building up to scream, my skin crawling; squeaking helplessly and jerking whenever it makes a sudden move, fixated on it, full of fear, feeling unbearably vulnerable, helpless; it's pathetic, I know it, but simply I have no reserves after that day; I am his toy, just as this drone is, and if he chooses to play with me like this, then is my life, however distressing. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50706_candace_annexed_pt2/ Sun, 06 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The idea of not telling him what she had said at all, just ignoring it, hoping it would all go away, was my favourite, of course; the weak way out. But then, the thought of what was very likely to happen— since Ms F. very definitely seemed like the kind of person who would follow through; the thought that she would wind Brad up to do something really awful to me became worse in my head than the idea of telling him— just about. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50628_eva_island-1/ Sat, 28 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 July 3rd, 2025 : Added Kristian picture. So now you understand; your job is to be the sort of woman that looks gorgeous, but is at the same time a sort of shy, confused nymphomaniac, who is transfixed by her own arousal, and fascinated by the prospect of sex, but in a totally non-threatening way. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50626_something-and-nothing/ Thu, 26 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/50615_deliwore_pt6/ Sun, 15 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I despised myself for my failure; a black abyss opening up in my mind. What might become of a girl who had let such a crew of degenerates rape her, then daily enter her home, tie her up, naked, and whip her until she could not contain her despair, a girl who, despite all that, was still not deemed worthy of her owner's slightest attention, let alone his touch; a million miles from being used for sex, for what I had hoped for, which was for him to fuck me. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50612_crazy/ Thu, 12 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Then to think about the stories I've left abandoned for longest, and see if I can have a new idea which excites me about one of those, and thus produce one or more new episodes. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50611_chloe_agency_pt6/ Wed, 11 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 2025-06-11 : Added 200 plus words near the end. That's the crazy thing about this whole experience— it keeps feeling inevitable that she will degrade herself further, that she is continually in the position of needing to debase herself, simply to get them to do to her what she already knows they want to do. They keep talking her into asking for the abuses they want to impose upon her, and Chloe can't really see how they manage it so smoothly; of course, this just reinforces how in awe of them she is, and how weak and stupid and pathetic she knows herself to be. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50608_story_of_noelle_pt9/ Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 June 10th, 2025 : I seem to have added 600 words…. Come for us all, now, pretty nOelle; show us how lost you can get. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50607_story_of_noelle_pt8/ Sat, 07 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He was not hers in any sense at all; it was he who possessed her; and not in any loving way, but rather as he might a creature; a dog perhaps— but no, not even that— for Thierry would not treat a dog as he had just treated her, as he proposed to encourage others to treat her. Lower than a dog, then— not even a creature, but merely a toy, to be played with and manipulated for his passing pleasure, then passed around for others to amuse themselves with. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50530_story_of_noelle_pt7/ Fri, 30 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Thierry appears,and nOelle's emotional reaction, intense enough, is belittled by her first experience of the riding crop— across her soft breasts. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/50525_c_perdita_4/ Sat, 24 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I could not speak, felt myself helplessly blushing, could not look at him, my heart thumping, felt a great fear rising in me. Fear that I was going to be unequal to whatever this was; for it felt as if it was about to become something, and I felt very certain that I would do almost anything to have that something— even though I had no idea what it might be. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50523_intro_to_voluntary_commitments/ Fri, 23 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Authorship of this document is obscure, unknown, anonymous. It is published here without comment, beyond the public knowledge, which is that rumours suggest not a few groups of libertines have adopted the document and have become practised at encouraging young women to start along the road set out ny these Commitments, in the hope that they prove to be a 'one way street' to so-called 'self-enslavement' or 'self-brainwashing'. https://theharshwriter.site/page/voluntary_commitments/ Fri, 23 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/page/conscious_cunt_principles/ Tue, 20 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/50514_slave_by_degrees_ch1ep4/ Wed, 14 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She had heard and understood the words, registered that they were shocking, outrageous, but had not really made herself consider that this meant that she was to be treated like a girl in some old dirty photograph; laid, bare-bottomed, over his knee, face down, to be spanked, humiliated, belittled. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50510_slave_by_degrees_ch1ep3/ Sat, 10 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I feel like a little girl again— one that has been complimented by a big tall man with a beard and all the power and confidence she lacks, feels herself glowing inside at the approval, even though he's frightening. It's crazy but it's also genuine, that warmth; something I want, that I don't get, never have got, not from anyone else, not even close. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50506_slave_by_degrees_ch1ep2/ Tue, 06 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was impossible to think straight. She was about to whore herself for a job. She was about to strip naked for an old man, be 'tested' on her non-existent oral sex skills. She was about to get a job she had been dreaming about and working for for months, one which might rescue her from despair. She was about to become a confirmed slut, lose all her self-respect. She was about to cheat on her husband. She was about to betray all her feminist principles. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50503_slave_by_degrees_pt1/ Sat, 03 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She blinks, hard, forces a long, slow in-breath, out-breath, in-breath, knowing that he is watching, that he can see just how hard his words hit, how much effort it is taking her to stay with him, feeling her breasts swell with the deep breath, knowing he can see that. It's shaming; she has let him see how weak she is, how needy, too— to have accepted such words and not stormed out. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50501_story-of-sophia_10/ Thu, 01 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The idea of night and day had gone; there was just time; episodes of time, during which she would either distract herself or think about being a sex slave, owned by cruel strangers. Would she? Could she? Why was she going along with all this? In the end, the reality was that she kept on getting herself ready, and did nothing about avoiding the bizarre fate which Duncan had so casually proposed for her. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/50427_c_story_of_odile_pt22/ Sun, 27 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He circled back, tried again, rearing up at her, snapping jaws so close to her face, to her naked breasts, his sharp claws, too, but even though she wanted, wanted desperately for it to work, to be frightened back into obedience, into relative safety, it was all too much, and she went the other way, suddenly flailing at the creature, screaming at it with all her strength, all her fear, all her despair, trying to frighten it away, and then she had gone too far for him. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50413_story-of-sophia_9/ Sun, 13 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000 April 15th, 2025 : Added 150 word reverie at the end.. Something else presented itself to her on the way home that day, sitting in the train, lost in her mind, eyes half closed, strangely happy in the sadness of defeat, almost luxuriating in it. The nagging, impossible question which he had posed her that evening had been answered— in part at least. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50404_story_of_s_pt15/ Fri, 04 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000 May 25, 2025 : Tweaked the ending to lead into the next episode. It would be hard; she would be degraded and abused, frightened and shamed, but it would be a life of strong colour and vivid contrasts, and she would never have to worry about what to do next. It would not be her responsibility. It was appalling how eager she was for it all. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50402_story_of_s_pt14/ Wed, 02 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000 August 2nd, 2025 : added 1300 words and a picture - Essy reading 'Story of O'. She was over. She was sure of it, certain of it until, the day after that first meeting with Francesca, when she had realised that— far from being over— she had been in a cocoon. That the days after Mark had left her, when she had felt so detached, she had been changing. Changing inside— like a caterpillar which had disappeared, gone into a shell, collapsed into mush, and been reborn as something else. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50401_story_of_s_pt13/ Tue, 01 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It took forever; time stood still; she wailed, broken, lost, ruined, the whole time, not even in direct response to what was being done to her; that violence, that pain, that shame was only the surface of what he was doing to her, which was taking everything, degrading everything, removing everything from her; utterly devastating. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50330_story_of_s_pt12/ Sun, 30 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was terribly hard, but she did not lose control; kept her head up, her eyes down, looking at his shoes the whole time, with a strong and powerfully affecting feeling that he was staring at her opened sex, sure that she was ugly down there, her labia so puffy from the multiple abuses of the day, the vulnerability of her position eating into her, the horror of all this being her reality, now, forever; the astonishing neediness in her for it all to be true, the sucking vortex of neediness in her; trembling, shaking with it all. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50302_a_slaves_progress/ Sun, 02 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000 : . The way he did it,— he had told her it would be this way; it wasn't a trick— the way he did it was that he would withold sex, until she thought of something which would degrade her further. If she did it prettily enough, if he could see that it got her hot, then— ususally, at least; she could never be sure of him— he would go crazy with her; which was what she had come to need. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50118_story-of-sophia_8/ Sat, 18 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 January 22nd, 2025 : Added 300 intensifying words, mostly in the middle.. Knowing she was cunt, telling herself she was cunt, unable to escape from the certainty that she was cunt, feeling like cunt— all that, but without there being anyone who even cared if she was cunt, was to feel unutterably lost, confused, permanently dismayed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50113_story-of-sophia_7/ Mon, 13 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 April 13th, 2025 : Added buggery picture. Perhaps it was his smile which had fanned the flames, so that, suddenly feeling as if she were indeed on fire, in a frenzy of desire to give him everything, anything he wanted, the only thing she could give him, in order to deserve that feeling, of being perfectly, immaculately managed, owned, ordained. To feel almost impossibly special. To be released from everything. Freed, by giving herself away. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50111_story-of-sophia_6/ Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . You should know, perhaps, that you are even more beautiful than before, with that knowledge in your eyes, in your body. Your vulnerability, your availability, your helpless acknowledgement, all add to your value. The others will see it too; I feel sure that they will want you— that you will be ours. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50107_story-of-sophia_5/ Tue, 07 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 January 7th, 2025 : refinements, additional text, intensifications and other incremental improvements.. Just so, little one; you want it. I know that you do. It is well that you wait to be commanded; as I told you, you are more ripe for this than you could possibly know. Move for me; it will hurt, but you will go slowly, carefully, looking for the heat that will get you there, even as you cause yourself pain. There is no hurry, none at all. I have you, pretty cunt, and the only thing that matters in the world is that you give me your pleasure, your little death. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50102_story-of-sophia_4/ Thu, 02 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Slowly, very slowly, it dawned on her that she needed to know; needed to know what being hurt and shamed at Duncan's kind and gentle hands might be like. She *had* to know. Letting him do as he wished with her, playing her part as best she could, with as much seriousness and control as she could find in her, was necessary, too, if she was to discover what she could about this experience. https://theharshwriter.site/post/50101_story-of-sophia_3/ Wed, 01 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Even though she had not felt it at the time, it was clear to her later, that that had been the moment, when she had known herself in the presence of a being in comparison to whom she was just a toy; for whom she had the great honour of being interesting as a toy, and that every sacrifice was worth it to retain that interest. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41228_naked_jessica-pt3/ Sat, 28 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The knowledge burned in her that she was naked for Him; that He had asked it of her, without insisting or ordering, that she had stripped for Him, that He was now looking at her body, very directly, very openly; something — she realised with soft amazement— that she had never had a man do before. https://theharshwriter.site/page/gallery/ Tue, 24 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000 : . https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/241208_c_perdita_3/ Sun, 08 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Something in me wanted to live up to the image, and was more than obedient, but actively complicit, in trying to walk well, to live up to the mirror image as she allowed the chauffeur to hand her from the limousine, as she walked into the chic and exclusive restaurant she was to have lunch in with her debaucher, with her abuser-in-chief, with the de-facto owner of her life, since she had not had the strength to end herself in the night. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41206_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt7/ Fri, 06 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . All that matters is that they own me, and that they are ruthless and cruel. I must please them, as best I can. And in order to please them, I'm going to have to become the willing and eager sex toy they require. Anything else will mean the tank, or worse. It's there in me— I know it is— the capacity to give myself over to sexual depravity; to forget everything but sex. Sex and pain and fear. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41201_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt6/ Sun, 01 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000 December 6, 2024 : refinements, detail changes. She was not happy, she was not sad; those concepts had no purchase. She had no choices; everything that happened to her was ordained. She could not move unless controlled to do so. All she could do was breathe; nothing she thought or did made the slightest difference to what happened to her, save for her offering herself into the cruelties which were the only remission from the tank. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41130_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt5/ Sat, 30 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000 December 1, 2024 : Added gate picture. All is distant; it is happening, but to some frozen thing, some failed person, some pathetic tragedy, and she cannot but recognise the truth of Anne-Marie's words, that there is in her body a deep welcome for the warmth her violators are providing as they defile her. None of it matters, in any case, for she is powerless, meaningless, trussed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41123_story_of_odile_pt21/ Sat, 23 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000 March 9, 2025 : detail alteration at the end. Her tears stopped; she was His, Once again, the unquestioning way in which his desires were inflicted upon Odile calmed her, made everything meaningful; she had only to lean in to this careless domination of her body by His proxies to lose herself, to put her own petty concerns into perspective; see herself for the weakling she was, effortlessly dominated by His will, even in His absence. It wasn't safety, but it was Him in charge, and it was a deep relief to let herself be controlled. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41117_story_of_odile_pt20/ Sun, 17 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was bitter, and hard, and twisting in her, but it seemed the time for even token resistance was past, as the certainty, the inevitability of this defeat, this tragedy built itself into her; as she worked to make herself understand that this was an inevitable part of her submission, and Odile was trembling with it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41116_story_of_odile_pt19/ Sat, 16 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000 November 19, 2024 : Added picture at the end. She was nothing, and she would be tightly, claustrophobically controlled, and she would shamed in public, and violently raped, and made to experience intensity; sexual, despairing, agonising, humiliating, suffocating intensity. And one day, one day, perhaps, it would destroy her, as He had told her, but it would be worth it, for occasional moments like those. https://theharshwriter.site/post/41110_story_of_odile_pt18/ Sun, 10 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000 November 16, 2024 : additions, refinements, lots of corrections - it was a mess!. Nothing mattered but Him; in His presence— even His servant's presence— she was nothing; nothing but need, and vulnerability. She was on a knife edge; would always be on a knife edge, must always offer herself to that knife edge— between being discarded, and being abused. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/240903_c_yolanda_pt3/ Tue, 03 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It is a continual astonishment to her to experience just how immediately, how directly the knowledge of her extreme vulnerability to Gerald's caprice makes every moment of her existence special. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/240902_c_yolanda_pt2/ Mon, 02 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000 September 2nd, 2024 : Alison and Marcia pictures added. You'll have noticed that you are a relatively young group— all talented, capable and interesting people, only recently started out in life. The mentors are generally a little older, well resourced, established. The purpose of these carefully selected gatherings is to introduce you to people who are willing and able to help you progress. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/240901_c_yolanda_pt1/ Sun, 01 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Yolanda is 22, quite pretty, quite clever, personable, quite well read and educated, likes nice things. A very normal seeming girl. But she's no-one. No-one, to herself, that is. A nothing. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/240818_c_capitulation_pt5/ Sun, 18 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000 December 29, 2024 : refined and added to the water section. Harshness 6 - quite extreme: Mia is trussed, the coloured paintball marks counted to determine who will rape her first, and how, before she is pissed on, thrown into a foul pond, hosed with freezing water, and finally terrified with hot coals. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40809_ms.f/ Fri, 09 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The Ms. F. character was used in several early stories, without any attempt at coherence. This short piece attempts to force some believability onto what is, frankly, a mess of THW's' own making. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40808_justine_9/ Thu, 08 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . In the dining room, with everything changed, bent right over in an explicitly submissive pose, knowing that it was forbidden for her to object to, or obstruct, any sort of manipulation, that each of the people around the table would see just what was being done with her, would see just how weak, how vulnerable she was, how could she cope? https://theharshwriter.site/post/40805_moth_pt2_ch1/ Mon, 05 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I was in awe of her effortless domination, dismayed and delirious, too, at how easy I was making it for her, at how welcome her dominion over me was, how it fit, so perfectly, into the sick flaw in my character which she had so ruthlessly revealed, so skilfully manipulated https://theharshwriter.site/post/40803_justine_8/ Sat, 03 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Simply, stop trying to be your hero, stop thinking about the possibility of it, even. That's all it takes. Step in to your reality; that you are not required to be a hero, not capable of it; that you can relax into the role you were born to— that of an extra— a walk-on part— a plot device in the story of others, who are real heroes. Everything will be simpler, I promise you. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40716_justine_7/ Tue, 16 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She would ask for a meeting with Mme. Danika at the earliest moment. Mme. Danika would make things right. If Sir Stephen was the head and the captain of the group, she was the backbone. If Mme. Danika would listen to her, she would be safe. She would go to her, as soon as possible, and say that she had decided, for personal reasons, that she needed to go home. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40713_justine_6/ Sat, 13 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Oh dear, silly girl. You have ruined the rug, and wasted my rather expensive and very hard to get nail varnish. Now, you have to decide something. Do you want me to punish you, in which case I will take all responsibility, or do you want me to call Mme. Creux and tell her of your several failings? https://theharshwriter.site/post/40629_liana_pt5/ Sat, 29 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : Anne-Marie. Her dependency on the woman— her owner— Mistress, she saw— from now on. Her life, her sanity, depended on Anne-Marie. Who would continually attack her sanity, diminish her, enforce that dependency still further.. This was how it was going to be; she was going to have to find a way to love it. She had, to, or it would destroy her absolutely. Her heart felt as if it were being seared and crushed, at the same time; an actual, physical pain in her chest, which demanded physical action, which demanded change, which demanded relief from the intolerable pressure— it just had to be borne; swallowed, accepted, leaned-in to, suppressed. She had to smile at Anne-Marie; offer herself, be pretty, be desirable. She had to open her cunt, because that was the part of her than Anne-Marie wanted, the part of her that Anne-Marie used. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40622_castle_garden_party_6/ Sat, 22 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40621_castle_garden_party_5/ Fri, 21 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/40617_c_birth_of__the_app_ep1/ Mon, 17 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He believes he has won, and won big, and that his victory will allow him to take down a young woman, without comeback. He is uncaring about the hurt he intends to enjoy. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40615_castle_garden_party_4/ Sat, 15 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 June 26, 2024 : Added a chunk at the end. Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40614_castle_garden_party_3/ Fri, 14 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40603_castle_garden_party_2/ Tue, 04 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 July 10, 2024 : Added paragraphs to the shock collar section.. Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40602_castle_garden_party/ Sun, 02 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Stories to accompany a whole batch of AI images https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/40601_c_castle_garden_party_q/ Sat, 01 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Q, an inmate of the Castle, is subjected to terrible cruelty by three other girls, all for the prize of pretty dresses to wear to the annual Castle Garden Party. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40530_justine_5/ Thu, 30 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000 July 14, 2024 : Added Habib pictures.. The incident; Justine, who had so skittishly jumped when propositioned, when lightly touched, Justine, who had been so outraged to be patted on the bum when in her waitress outfit; now, in the atmosphere of that house, the same Justine had done the opposite, had suppressed her nervous reaction, her outrage at such behaviour. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40525_story_of_s_pt11/ Sat, 25 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000 July 13, 2025 : 2 'sofa' pictures improved versions. He held her, then, curled on his lap, and said to her; 'Cry. Cry now. I want to hear your pain and shame, your fear and despair.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/40521_justine_4/ Tue, 21 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . If the room was almost overwhelmingly grand, this was more or less as expected. What was not expected, what made Justine's belly clench was that she recognised several of the people around the table, and that their faces generated strong emotions in her https://theharshwriter.site/post/40501_randoms/ Wed, 01 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/40430_just_said_yes_pt2-ch2/ Tue, 30 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was one thing thinking about being used as I had been last night; to accept, in the abstract, in the peace of the morning, looking into the mirror, that this was going to be part of my life; it was quite another to have this stranger tell me, so brutally, make it so clear, that these people were not going to do any pretending about what was really going on, what they wanted me for. I was going to be a whore for them, with no sugar coating at all. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40427_justine_3/ Sat, 27 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 April 27, 2024 : pictures added: Justine in swimsuit, waitress costume. It was beginning to be a little of an obsession with her, wondering if, before the summer was out, one of them would find a way to proposition her, and if she would find it possible to say 'yes'— not just freeze like a silly little almost-virgin. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40422_castle_maids/ Mon, 22 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Some AI images too tasty to hide away https://theharshwriter.site/post/40420_justine_2/ Sat, 20 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 April 27, 2024 : picture added: Stefan / Sir Stephen. Stefan had made his decision, and this conversation only reinforced it. She was suitable. Her chances of having a meaningful life were better his way. Even if it would be the sort of meaning that he appreciated, and very different indeed to the kind of 'special' that Ulya had hoped for her child. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40417_justine_1/ Wed, 17 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 May 21, 2024 : Picture added - Justine the schoolgirl. The unacceptable reality, the truth which she cannot hide from herself, but also cannot endure, is that it was her who had asked the questions. Her who had driven it— at least at the start. That as soon as she had stopped responding, they had suggested a change of subject. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40415_story_of_odile_pt17/ Mon, 15 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was awful, awful, to find herself so frightened, so pathetically subservient to Nadia, to experience such stress over such small disapproval, to have been so completely and effortlessly subordinated; but there was nothing else in Odile's body but a desperate, humiliating desire to please. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40414_story_of_odile_pt16/ Sun, 14 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Odile let out an involuntary squeal, which rapidly turned into a soft, strangled wail— violently suppressed, as she desperately did not want Lauren to hear anything at all of this— as, without the slightest warning or explanation, some cool, hard, angular object was firmly pushed against the folds of her inner labia. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40411_story_of_odile_pt15/ Thu, 11 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Odile wanted to run away; either that, or go to her knees and tell everything. But neither were possible, and so, her voice hesitant and husky, she tried to explain; 'It … its my … it's this … this man. He … He has … requirements.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/40407_story_of_odile_pt14/ Sun, 07 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Like a small miracle, she was rewarded for this abject surrender to her depair with a realisation. It wasn't Andrew who had made her into this shameful thing, this weak, dirty whore; she had been like this all along, underneath; it was not possible that Andrew should have degraded her in such a short time if she was not already what He had seen in her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40406_fawzia-and-alina_scene3/ Sat, 06 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 April 6, 2024 : all pictures added. It seemed ridiculous that this could be happening, and at the same time inevitable, irresistible, as she let Suzie direct her, as if in a dream. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40403_just_said_yes_pt2-ch1/ Wed, 03 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I had said that simple 'Yes', less than 24 hours ago, knowing that I had agreed to an outrage, and saying yes anyway. Was I more alive, now, because of having made that choice— done something that took me away from the deathly routine of the only kind of a job that a girl with multiple drug felonies was ever likely to get? Or, much more disturbing, was it the wildness of the outrages that had woken me up? https://theharshwriter.site/post/40226_just_said_yes_pt1-ch3/ Mon, 26 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I had, very strongly, the feeling of a door opening for me, a door that would only open once, and not for long, and that I had a chance at passing through, if I did the right thing. I was naive, but I wasn't stupid, and it was really obvious that what lay through the door was not anything normal, like a promotion, or a bonus, but that it was certainly something to do with my availability as a willing sex object; but somehow that didn't put me off. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40222_just_said_yes_pt1-ch2/ Thu, 22 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I began to position myself where he would certainly see me if he arrived via the lobby. Suddenly I wished that the dress was shorter - after having felt it was too short all afternoon. What was the point having made an effort if it didn't get me the prize? https://theharshwriter.site/post/40219_fatal_attraction_pt4/ Mon, 19 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It is all so strange, and— yes— dreamlike, at the same as I know that, through this dream, I am sleepwalking, entirely of my own volition, into what any sane person would consider to be a nightmare. A living nightmare. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40217_it_comes_down_to_this/ Sat, 17 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 July 13, 2024 : refinements in parts, added a footnote to the first image. It comes down to this. This is the central fact of her existence now. Not the actual beating, so much as the fact that they both know that he can beat her. That he will beat her, whenever he feels like it. That whenever he wishes, despite her desperation not to be whipped, she will strip naked for him and present herself in whatever horribly vulnerable position he asks … and let him hurt her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40215_fawzia-and-alina_scene2/ Thu, 15 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The reason we've been seeing so much of each other, Alina, is because I'm going to be looking after you. And that means I'm going to be fucking you, like I'm fucking Susie and Yelena. It's cute that you haven't understood this, but it's time - so - I'm just telling you. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40212_candace_annexed_pt1/ Mon, 12 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 February 13, 2024 : Added images. All in all, reading back over this, I don't imagine you will be surprised to hear that I was in many ways a confused, dissatisfied and vulnerable young woman (barely more than a girl, really) on the morning I met Ms F. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40209_morningafter_pt10/ Fri, 09 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Her reverie is interrupted by noises from the hallway, of voices, too muffled to understand, and the horrors return with a shock. Strangers. People who have no idea who she was, who she can be, are going to be introduced to her in this degraded condition, and she … she is going to … what? https://theharshwriter.site/post/40205_fawzia-and-alina_scene1/ Mon, 05 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It … I … I don't think you can realise just … just how … how hard it has been for me to … to live with the— to know that I let you make me … make me DO that … that stuff! https://theharshwriter.site/post/40203_story_of_s_pt10/ Sat, 03 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000 May 23, 2024 : revised and expanded final paragraphs. This is hard for you, I know. Of course, it is meant to be; but still, you are suffering, allowing me to damage you; do not imagine that I do not understand how you are working for me, and how much it is costing you. It may help to know that I am enjoying you immensely; that you are responding very gratifyingly. I am having to control myself, too; I am strongly tempted to forget the orgasm and rape you right now; you are so delightfully vulnerable and ready for it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40130_ai-pix-n-shorts-1/ Tue, 30 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Although the images are recognisably from the same prompt, each story takes note of small differences, using those as the inspiration for a different story. An experiment that takes note of the fact that it takes lots of effort to get to a good place with an AI image gen, but then very little effort to produce variants. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40120_just_said_yes_pt1-ch1/ Sat, 20 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Of course, the VIP party were late - these things always run over time. And Natalie and I had gotten bored, so we began horsing about a little - pretending we were working up a welcome dance for the founder - just filling in the time, really, although both of us, I suspect, didn't mind an opportunity to show off a little to the rest of the office. But as luck would have it, we were gee-ing each other on to do sexy little shimmies when the VIP party walked in. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40113_naked_jessica-pt2/ Sat, 13 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000 February 11, 2026 : Added 1300 words in the initial section - intensification. It … it is … extremely difficult for … for a girl like me … born … born into privilege; wealthy, successful parents, a loving and supportive home life— a popular girl who enjoyed and succeeded in many ways, went on to a good school and did well there; a girl with ambition, opportunity and eventually a well paid job— it is terribly hard for such a girl to understand, to integrate into her self-image, that she has ceased to have any value, except as a means of sexual entertainment for all-comers. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40107_story_of_s_pt9/ Sun, 07 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000 January 20, 2024 : Added a couple of paragraphs around the clitoris episode. However intense the engineering of her consent to beatings had been, Mark has more work to do on her. She is to learn about her new and distressing relationship with her own orgasms, designed to consolidate her commitment to her diminished and degraded meaning as a masturbation aid, her primary and defining function being to provide excellent orgasms for him. https://theharshwriter.site/post/40104_story_of_s_pt8/ Thu, 04 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The real question; the thing she must urgently address, was how, without speaking, how, when she certainly could not bear the thought of having her breasts thrashed, not ever again in this life, the question was still there— how could she make him understand that he must do this to her; how could she ask him to thrash her poor breasts? https://theharshwriter.site/post/31027_indentured_lawyer_pt1/ Fri, 27 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . A junior lawyer introduces us to Peter Strachey, author of the first 'full-service' contract, the test case that established it, and recounts her first meeting with him. https://theharshwriter.site/post/31009_no_way_to_hide/ Mon, 09 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She had allowed the stranger to use her as a whore, because her lover had asked her to. Afterwards, she has to accept that the idea of being 'whored out' by her lover is not as repellent as it ought to be. That in fact, she is mesmerised by it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/31002_nim_pt1/ Mon, 02 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Nimue, needing a change, ends up in a bookstore, and finds 'The Story of O', which fascinates her. When a fascinating and effortlessly 'in charge' woman insists on buying the book for her, Nimue finds herself taken for a ride. https://theharshwriter.site/post/31001_collaboration_with_3dperversion/ Sun, 01 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . 3D BDSM artist 3DPerversion and THW are a great match https://theharshwriter.site/post/30929_story_of_s_pt7/ Fri, 29 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Submitting to him was the source of the lovely. Some new submission, some new defeat, some previously unconsidered part of her broken to his will, lost to her, forever indefensible, undeniable to him; an actual diminishment in what it was possible for her to hope for in the future; a narrowing, a lessening of what it could possibly mean to be Essy. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30926_naked_jessica-pt1/ Tue, 26 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 December 28, 2024 : Added plinth image. Naked, arranged on a plinth, cameras rolling, on a live channel for select subscribers, she begins to recount her story; the story of how she colluded in her own degradation, humiliation, dehumanisation, from Wall Street lawyer to chattel slavegirl. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30919_lolly_pt2/ Fri, 15 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 May 22, '24 : Added a few paragraphs at the end, better pictures.. She has had no notion of anything but Karsh, at all, really, since that moment; in that simple act, that one choice, she had surrendered her future to him; thrown in her lot with him in one mad instant; become entirely dependent upon him; upon his attention, his interest, in order to cling on to any meaning in her life. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30915_story_of_s_pt6/ Fri, 15 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 May 25, 2024 : refinements and additions here and there. It was better in so many ways, even with the foreknowledge of being hurt and shamed. Because he would be there, and everything would be him; she would not have to be herself. Or, was it that she could be herself, her real self, only if she had the excuse of being his, only if she was controlled by him? https://theharshwriter.site/post/30910_ai-images/ Sun, 10 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . AI image generation - lots of interesting pics until you get *the one* - anyone interested in getting access to the collection? https://theharshwriter.site/post/30909_story_of_s_pt5/ Sun, 10 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 September 14, 2023 : Second AI images folder added. She desperately, desperately, needed to be more than just a victim. Even … even if she was, very obviously, a victim, it was important to her that she wasn't just a casual victim— that there was something special about her, something which continued to matter to him, something which had … what? https://theharshwriter.site/post/30902_deliwore_pt5/ Sat, 02 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000 September 7th, 2023 : picture added at the end. Presenting herself to him at a posh cafe in the park, she is on test. Without touching her, saying only a little, he lets her see just how deeply ensnared she is, and reinforces his control. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30829_story_of_s_pt4/ Tue, 29 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 August 30th, 2023 : Added a few hundred words on the import of -you will learn to control yourself for me-. Driven by the aftermath of trauma, trauma that can only be made sense of by Essy in a world with Mark in it, Essy is emotionally smashed, again and again, like a wave against the harsh cliff face which Mark presents to her, and is tamed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30826_substack2/ Sat, 26 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Some stories available to paid substack subscribers first. All stories will end up here! https://theharshwriter.site/post/30825_story_of_s_pt3/ Fri, 25 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 September 6th, 2023 : Picture added; Essy, blindfold and spread open. Ravaged, abandoned like an item of furniture, Essy's jumbled and shocked mind is ruthlessly exploited and managed by Mark as he alternately seduces and enforces Essy into accepting what has been done to her, and what this means for her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30820_story_of_s_pt2/ Sun, 20 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 9 December, 2025 : a reader asked exactly how she was tied on the bed. I made a picture to show it! also, 250 words added.. Having obtained her consent, Mark takes her far beyond anything she could have imagined; she is shocked to discover herself unable to protest, and allows herself to be whored to his business associates, in the most degrading way https://theharshwriter.site/post/30819_story_of_s_pt1/ Sat, 19 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 May 25th, 2025 : pictures added. He grins at her on the tube, looks at her very directly, then gets off; fascinated, she follows, and discovers him to be charming company. When he has to leave, she finds she doesn't want him to.. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30815_substack/ Tue, 15 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Some of these stories on another platform. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30812_pinterest/ Sat, 12 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . A pinterest board of pretty girls in cute dresses. No nudes. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30806_story_of_odile_pt13/ Sun, 06 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 March 1st, 2025 : Added AI stool sex picture, minor edits.. Unable to sleep, Odile makes herself think about where Andrew is taking her, faces up to the idea of being destroyed, of losing herself in Him, for no greater purpose than His passing entertainment. Unable to process, she seeks distraction through debasement. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30802_lolly_pt1/ Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Awkward, not good at small-talk, Lauren is both uncomfortable and unaccountably happy to have bumped into an older man at the gallery private view. Both feelings are intensified when he casually makes a surprising request. But it becomes too much for her, and she runs away. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30728_story_of_odile_pt12/ Fri, 28 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000 April 13th, 2024 : text refinements, extra paragraphs. Delivered home, Claude imposes a shocking punishment onto a compliant Odile; alternately smacking, then toying with her sex, increasing the intensity of both. She has to orgasm to end it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30727_story_of_odile_pt11/ Thu, 27 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Alone, during the quiet and empty hours of the night, Odile faces up to what it will mean for her to be with Andrew. It tears her apart. And she lets it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30302_moth_pt1_ch5/ Thu, 02 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000 : 750 words added to beauty parlour scene. I suddenly knew that I would be in the same relation to Ms. Fiammina as Marjie was to her Madame. A thing, a possession. My heart banged inside my chest. I was terrified. And fascinated. And hot as hell between the legs. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30225_moth_pt1_ch4/ Sat, 25 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 September 19, 2023 : a couple of extra paragraphs, refinements. There were tears of joy, and of fear, too; this was happening so fast! I was lost, so badly lost, in a dark and dangerous forest; I knew it, and I wasn't even trying to find a path out of the forest, but rather eagerly following the directions of the wicked witch… https://theharshwriter.site/post/30222_moth_pt1_ch3/ Wed, 22 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . It was so simple, what she was doing, simple and also diabolical. I knew she was exploiting me, using all sorts of mental manipulations to get me more and more under her thumb, to make it harder and harder for me to come to my senses. But the terrible thing was that I was grateful, that I was going willingly down the path she was laying out for me. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30218_c_giving_myself_over_pt4/ Sat, 18 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 February 21, 2023 : 700 words more towards the end. We had all of us, all of us women, learned how to be slavegirls from the TV, it seemed. I saw, suddenly realised how utterly it had pervaded our culture, and I knew that I was more lost than ever— it was not just me, giving myself away, stupidly, so desperately stupidly, but that all my sisters, too, were lost. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30216_moth_pt1_ch2/ Thu, 16 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The sounds were powerful; the faint whisper of her clothes, of the air, as her hand flashed toward me, the 'SMACK!' as her palm hit my taut buttock flesh, the mewl of pain and distress that came, involuntarily, from me, the feel of the leather desktop against my hard nipples. It was unbelievable! This is me! I thought, being spanked by my boss, legs wide apart, crying at the shocking, surprising, humiliating pain, tears dripping from my eyes, but allowing it to happen. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30212_moth_pt1_ch1/ Sun, 12 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 February 12, 2023 : Split into chapters. I considered myself incredibly fortunate to have got a job there. McQuarry were very influential management consultants, and I had been totally overawed by the selection process after applying at a graduate fair event. I had been about to give up, when after a seminar, I had a short encounter with her in the corridor; I confessed my fears, and she talked to me a little. At the end, she had simply smiled at me, and said; 'Don't give up. Pretty thing like you; be nice to have you around. I'll be rooting for you.' https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30209_c_giving_myself_over_pt3/ Thu, 09 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 February 14, 2023 : general refinements. If some miracle didn't happen in the next ten minutes, I was going to cease to exist as a person; become a piece of meat; permitted life, air, food, water, shelter for only as long as some man found it more entertaining to use me for sex than to kill me. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30205_c_giving_myself_over_pt2/ Sun, 05 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She is made to see that, even though she is still free, the fact of her impending slave status means that she must comply in any case, with the most shocking, degrading request. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30202_should_thw_make_audio_versions/ Thu, 02 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000 February 4, 2023 : Confirmed not happening - also, test hidden image approach. THW got a bit interested in getting AI text-to-speech services to make audio version of these stories, but this was very clearly not wanted. So it won't happen.... https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30128_c_giving_myself_over_pt1/ Sat, 28 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 January 29, 2023 : added psychological manipulation paragraphs and 'turned' footnote. In a world were such things are legal and extreme, Cerys' lover announces that their affair is over, but that she has a month to offer herself to him as a sex slave, if she wants to. It turns out that, although she desperately doesn't want to, that she will. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30126_story_of_odile_pt10/ Thu, 26 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 August 3, 2023 : drink picture added. She was degrading herself, humiliating herself, she knew. And she pushed herself to it, transfixed by her own willingness, her own neediness to give him everything she could possibly give. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30123_c_conscious_cunt_j_post6/ Mon, 23 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/30122_story_of_odile_pt9/ Sun, 22 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 January 27, 2023 : added shoulder strap pic. All these tumultuous, enormous feelings! All this thinking about sexual violence and degradation, mental and physical cruelty, pain and humiliation— not as abstractions, as she wrote about them in relation to the art she studied, the often strange perversions of the artists whose lives she knew so much about— but as things she knew were to be inflicted upon her; not as a singular event, either; promised her as an intensifying process, explicitly intended to diminish her as a human being! https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30121_c_conscious_cunt_j_day5/ Sat, 21 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The idea that any of these strangers might soon be fucking her, that she would offer herself to any of these men for fucking seemed utterly impossible. She couldn't even imagine herself talking to them; suggesting it— let alone actually letting it happen. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30117_c_conscious_cunt_j_day4/ Tue, 17 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . I know, this is hard. You'll always be failing, forever, now. You are a failure. You will never succeed. You'll never be a good, or even a half-competent piece of cunt. You'll get older, and it will be harder and harder to get cocks to fuck you. This is all that's left to you. You've failed at life. Because most of the time, you won't have a cock in you, won't be being fucked, won't be earning come. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30112_c_conscious_cunt_j_day3/ Thu, 12 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 January 13, 2023 : changed pictures for consistency. TJ realises she hasn't said what this 'Conscious Cunt' thing really is. Because it sort of is a 'thing'— even though there is nothing official. He showed J it; asked if she would like to do it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30107_story_of_odile_pt8/ Sat, 07 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 January 22, 2023 : added picture of Odile, posing. In her mood, at that moment, this simple little speech seemed unbearable; heart-rending— this casual anouncement that he would choose to use another girl for sex when she was there in front of him, so desperately, urgently available, offering herself so carefully, so completely; terribly needy as she was for the transcendence of sex with him https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30105_c_conscious_cunt_j_day2/ Thu, 05 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . But it seems .. important to make myself J do this. After all, that is the point of this blog. To make it ever harder for me J to leave this pathway. To make J's choice public. To have it define her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30105_story_of_odile_pt7/ Thu, 05 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 January 6, 2023 : General refinements throughout. Everything Andrew had said to her about diminishment, about undermining her own worth in her own eyes— all of that, which had been hard enough to hear, to think about, to accept as an idea, now crashed in on her as reality. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/30102_c_conscious_cunt_j_day1/ Mon, 02 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 — : . The J that was— that grew up, was a little girl, a young woman, had friends, pets, ambitions, likes and dislikes, thoughtlessly took her inalienable human rights for granted— that J is heart-broken to realise that all of that is over. That she is ended. https://theharshwriter.site/post/30101_story_of_odile_pt6/ Sun, 01 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000 May 12, '25 : added Maya picture. I am happy, too, to see that I have made good on my promise of earlier— to see that I have, now, truly hurt you. Yes, I imagine that your tight little ass will be sore, but that will heal— it is not my meaning. https://theharshwriter.site/post/21203_story_of_odile_pt5/ Sat, 03 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000 April 24th, 2024 : general text refinements, added paragraphs. She would be Andrew's whore. She would accept it. In return for that fleeting, paradoxical feeling of safety, which, after all, was in some mad way connected with being treated like a whore; she would let Andrew have her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/21105_law_firm_whore_pt2/ Sat, 05 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000 December 31, 2022 : text refinements. There was the need in me for something— by this point almost anything— to happen. Anything that would make my experience real, make it mean something— even if that turned out to mean something terrible, I needed it. Equally, though, there was the despair in me that anything, ever, would happen— so solid was the stone wall that seemed to have been built between the events of that afternoon and the daily life of the firm. I had no possible way of imagining just what would happen within the next few hours. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/21018_c_capitulation_pt4/ Tue, 18 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000 October 25th, 2022 : picture added. You … you should rape, and degrade, and hurt me. Yes. I … I have ch … changed my mind. Honestly, I have. I … I don't want this. Any of this. Not any more. I … I don't know that I ever did. But … I … I'm not permitted to change my mind. So … so all I can do is … is ask you to change your mind. To let me go. Please? Let me go? https://theharshwriter.site/post/21018_party_favour_pt1/ Tue, 18 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000 9 December, 2022 : Minor edits, refinements. 'It is over for us. Over now. I won't be here tonight. You won't see me again, little American girl.' I cried for two days. And then I called a number of a man whose house we had been to for a party. A slightly creepy man who had given me his number after watching me watch a live sex show. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/21017_c_capitulation_pt3/ Mon, 17 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000 October 21, 2022 : 3 pictures added. A pretty young woman, in a pretty, skimpy dress — rather too skimpy for the time of year — no coat, a tiny bag and a little clutch purse, setting off for god knew where, to be raped and degraded. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/21001_c_perdita_2/ Sat, 01 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000 December 7th, 2024 : Added dress picture. All I knew was that there would be three of them, and that he wanted to show me off—I want them to drool, he said. Would I make sure of that for him? https://theharshwriter.site/post/20910_new_section/ Sat, 10 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 : . Making it easier for readers to avoid stories they won't like https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/20905_c_no_messing_2/ Mon, 05 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 Sep 11, 2022 : sorted tenses throughout. It is hard to kiss a man who is groping you, whom you urgently wish will keep kissing you in case he does something more dreadful — so hard — because if you don't kiss him well, he may hurt you, and when you kiss him well, your body reacts as it is used to doing, and you feel your pussy surging for him, feel your thighs spreading, feel yourself moving to give him your breasts, and you shake, and cry, and then force yourself to kiss him even more carefully, even more seductively, in case the shaking and crying makes him angry… https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/20904_c_no_messing_1/ Sun, 04 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 October 10, 2023 : . Another long silence. I was getting so uncomfortable, and still they just watched me, calm as you like. My mind, despite my best efforts, began to run on sexual lines; I became acutely aware of my breasts, my legs, my mouth. It was a power thing they were doing to me—a young woman, alone with her two rich bosses, in their territory, after hours. My skin began to tingle, to tremble. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20903_capitulation_pt2/ Sat, 03 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 31 December, 2024 : Added 3 images, completing the striptease. Many, many things that had seemed important now seem meaningless to Mia. Almost nothing has turned out to matter at all, and of those few that do, most have been violently and callously stripped from her. She has been changed, irrevocably. https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/20903_c_nadiacastle/ Sat, 03 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000 10 Sep, 2022 : refinements to latter paragraphs. You'll go to the Castle tonight. I won't be able to get there for a few days — you know my schedule. So you'll be well on the way to being broken when I see you next. I've told Anne-Marie to be fairly — aggressive — with you; push you rather hard and fast; more, I've asked them to be very rough — hurt you badly, damage you — psychologically as well as physically — be downright cruel, in fact — you'll understand why, I'm sure. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20822_perdita_1/ Mon, 22 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000 — : . https://theharshwriter.site/cruelties/20822_c_perdita_1/ Mon, 22 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000 — : . When, at last, it seemed that they had finished with me, they simply left me as I lay, a trembling, frightened, broken doll; naked, hurting and marked. Bruised, torn, stained and streaked with the drying traces of the uncountable violations, excesses and cruelties which had been enacted upon me; upon my body; upon my psyche. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20719_story_of_odile_pt4/ Tue, 19 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000 Oct 1st, 2022 : general refinements. Very well. Everything it is. I will expect nothing less. I will take what you cannot give, enforce what you cannot perform. That card is your only release. Use it when you need to. I will not remind you again. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20703_story_of_odile_pt3/ Sun, 03 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000 — : . He wanted to fuck her again, and perhaps hurt her, and she was therefore to make herself desirable for fucking—and for hurting, too; dressed only in the slip and high heels he had ordained. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20425_liana_pt4/ Mon, 25 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000 May 4th, 2024 : new paragraphs.. For Liana, every part of the day was both delightful, and squirmingly uncomfortable, as Anne-Marie entertained herself, relaxed and confident as she manipulated and teased; brought the girl's mood up, then rubbed her nose in the dirt, again and again, while Liana went along with it all in a spirit of urgent, helpless sweetness, even as each successive episode layered on more shame, more hard truths about herself, more disturbing, shaming memories for her to carry with her for the rest of her days. https://theharshwriter.site/page/news/ Sat, 23 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000 8th May, 2026 : . https://theharshwriter.site/post/20307_deliwore_pt4/ Mon, 07 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000 2023-09-25 : Added a couple of paragraphs in the yard scene. And that's it, now. That's your life: Whore — Delicious; Delicious — Whore. The more totally you allow us to transform you into a whore, the more often you'll get to spend time being Delicious—but always knowing that the only point of Delicious is to give the posh folks the fun of treating a sexy, smart, educated young woman of their own class worse than they would treat a street slut—and have her smile and ask them for more. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20129_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt4/ Sat, 29 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000 April, 16, 2022 : refinements, minor edits. She has no choice, now. None. She will be humiliated, she will be beaten, she will be raped, and she will have no choices at all, except for the small matter of just how beautifully she accepts it, how desirable she can be as she is ruined. A hard, insane bargain, but somehow worth it, in order to become free. Free from doubt. Free from choice. Free from responsibility. Free from trying to mean something. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20105_fool_for_love/ Wed, 05 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000 8 January, 2022 : Last section significantly expanded and refined. All the other girls had told her — Anne-Marie had told her; it was obvious, anyway — that it was a terrible idea. And yet she had done it. Selene had let herself fall in love with a Member. And now he wanted her to beg to be granted 'Permanently Downgraded' status. Whatever that meant, it didn't sound good. https://theharshwriter.site/post/20101_castle_babette/ Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000 February 16, 2026 : table kneeling pic added. Babette was never meant to end up like this. But she keeps making stupid decisions, until she has made a final, irretrievably bad one, and must discover if she can still live. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11230_claire_and_the_incubus_pt1/ Thu, 30 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000 October 20th, 2022 : minor refinements. She meets a man in the park, who casually asks her to lift her skirt for him. Astonishing herself, she complies, then discovers that this is just the beginning of what the man who has begun to think of himself as an Incubus wants from her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11223_belonging_to_madame_f_pt2/ Thu, 23 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000 October 25th, 2025 : added two pictures. Was I to become - to accept myself as - this new thing? Hardly a girl, or even a person, but simply a sex toy, a helpless, wanton, lust-driven slave to the wild and abusive desires of others, a sex toy that would be beaten as much as fucked, shamed and degraded as much as desired or caressed, sneered at and humiliated as much as complimented. Was that to be me? https://theharshwriter.site/post/11212_castle_doc_1/ Sun, 12 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Pages from The Castle website, apparently, with additional text referring to the terms of a development partnership with the PLA. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11209_peace-and-freedom/ Thu, 09 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000 December 13, 2021 : Added paragraphs about whipping. Simply; everything is better now. Now that she has peace. Peace and freedom. Peace and freedom from herself. Achieved through these chains—and what they symbolise. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11204_encounters_2/ Sat, 04 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000 — : . She engineers a further meeting, but it doesn't go at all as she'd planned. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11128_the_trio-cello_pt4/ Sun, 28 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000 December 16, 2021 : Intensifying edits, additional paragraphs, mostly in the central section.. He had been going to take it gradually—he really had—but she … she has been so … so helplessly inviting, at every stage, that now he won't stop. He has ceased to be able to plan. She is here, hot, open, offering herself, so soft, so compliant, so eager, that he's just going to do her, ravage her, get rid of this thing that is like rage inside him that requires wildness to be released, and not bottle it up any more. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11120_the_trio-cello_pt3/ Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Certainty of failure, strong, existential fear, real pain accompanied by harsh discomfort; jolting, jarring automatic responses from my body, shame, guilt, humiliation, weakness, all grinding into me in their different ways, so that despair, hysteria and collapse take turns in posing the most urgent threat to my ability to service that deepest, most urgent need—to be allowed to stay here—which need is all that drives me to keep up the continual, desperate efforts necessary simply not to be taken down by simple, relentless, uncaring gravity. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11101_liana_pt3/ Mon, 01 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000 2 March, 2022 : Intensifications and refinements. Liana is amazed at how welcome, how sweet it is to her that Anne-Marie is so careful, so specific, so intimate in the confirmation and consolidation of her new dominion. https://theharshwriter.site/post/11005_chloe_agency_pt5/ Mon, 04 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000 October 12, 2021 : Refinements. Added another couple of paragraphs in the table-top section. An hour spent kneeling on the dining room table is an eternity for Chloe. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10927_the_trio-cello_pt2/ Mon, 27 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000 — : . We're going to start with something we'll do often. Thinking time. Thinking time for a girl who needs to sort out in her head whether she really does want to go further down my road. A girl who is going to be asked if she really wants to say yes to something she will not ever understand, but which she knows will make great demands of her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10925_the_trio-cello_pt1/ Sat, 25 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 24, 2021 : text refinements. And so it became a regular thing. She dressed up—just a little; they had tea, and sometimes cake, and talked. But he never let her start without asking him a question about 'the sex thing', as she thought of it. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10812_three_easy_pieces-10/ Thu, 12 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000 October 1, 2021 : further additional material at the end of 'Just Once'. They can't understand how they come to be so very dangerously lost. But they can't see a way back, either. YACHTIE TOTTY: She can't quite see, through the haze of drugs, how it has come to be that she is an eager harem-girl on a superyacht, but she's fairly sure she wants more of it. Or is that the drugs talking? SILLY GIRL: She's mad about him, happy to serve him, but the beatings have to stop. Until he shows her that she will beg to be beaten. JUST ONCE: Once, she let some guys use her as a slave. just once. Now, some other guys are buying her life from her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10810_morningafter_pt9/ Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000 March 26, 2022 : Refinements, minor edits.. The Rape Doll offers herself as entertainment, as a vehicle for the fulfilment of dark desires. If she isn't able to make this offer enticing to the Master, she's gone. It's as simple as that. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10803_morningafter_pt8/ Tue, 03 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000 September 18, 2021 : added picture at start. He's going to rape and humiliate me, knowing that it will destroy me, and I'm going to do my best to incite Him to rape me, and accept His humiliations as the rules I will live by, and I am going to encourage Him to offer me to His friends so that they can rape and degrade me, and this is my life, now, and somehow, I want it like this. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10728_story_of_noelle_pt6/ Wed, 28 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000 May 28, 2025 : general edits, refinements. nOelle is casually raped, and begins to see just what it is that she has consented to, and that Thierry must have been planning to bring her here from the outset. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10707_three_easy_pieces_9/ Wed, 07 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 13, 2021 : Picture added. Girls who make it almost too easy. HOTEL CALIFUCKYA: She came for a party, and was partied, hard. it seems that the party is permanent — and that it will remain hard. THESE EPISODES: Her Master is playing brainwashing games with her, and she knows it. They work so well, that she begs him not to stop. KISSING HIS FEET: The first time, it had been an expression of gratitude and relief. Now, it is expected of her all the time. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10702_encounters_1/ Fri, 02 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000 December 1, 2021 : Minor edits, refinements. They meet at an opera fundraiser, and she is enraged. Things change, though. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10701_timmy_pt4/ Thu, 01 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000 May 24, 2022 : minor edits,refinements. Karsh tells her how it will be; 'You must understand that you are completely irrelevant to anything important—a fanciful entertainment, nothing more. The moment you cease to be entertaining, you will be disposed of. If you wish to be kept, commit yourself to my satisfaction, with your whole being. I am relentlessly greedy. There will be no room for anything else but dedication to my pleasure in your existence. Go over this advice in your head, commit it to memory; repeat it to yourself, for I will not rehearse or explain it for you. Let it become your creed; live by it.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/10617_candyfloss_pt2/ Thu, 17 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000 August 16, 2021 : picture added— Candyfloss kneeling. 'You're the whore—Jason's whore?' It's like a slap in the face. At the same time, it is perfect. Something in me responds. He's the man. He knows me, knows how to do me. He's going to have me; I'm going to give myself to him; I'm going to be lost in him; I'm going to die, I'm going to live for him. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10610_three_easy_pieces_8/ Thu, 10 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000 September 25, 2021 : added pic to 'Why can't I come with you?'. The road to slavery is always different. It's the journey that makes it interesting, more than the interchangeable end-results. ESTATE-GIRL: From parading naked as a holiday job, to begging to become a house slave. How did it go so fast? BONDAGE MODELLING: A slippery slope to .. what? WHY CAN'T I COME WITH YOU?: A greedy, needy girl girlfriend can't understand why she shouldn't whore herself to her boyfriend's rich step-father. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10609_morningafter_pt7/ Wed, 09 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000 August 23, 2021 : Added two pictures. I haven't just lost the best man I ever thought I had a chance with, he's turned me into a degraded, beaten whore, and I've accepted my new status almost without a struggle. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10606_timmy_pt3/ Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000 September 24, 2023 : added another Timmy in the snow picture, hid pictures with drop-downs; minor edits. The worst thing about it was that I was so frightened. Not 'run away' frightened, but 'can I survive this?' frightened. This was it. Nothing now lay between me and the uncompromising focused willpower of this greedy powerhouse of a man—a man I had somehow given myself over to on the basis of a few days contact and some extraordinarily abusive sex. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10523_castle_shorts_7/ Sun, 23 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 — : . Trembling, knowing in their hearts what is happening, their complicity, they lay their vulnerabilities bare, so that they can be used against them. PAUSED: He stops, mid whipping, to play psychological games with her, to devastating effect. CONSIDERATIONS: Her resistance to orgasms from usage as a sex slave is overcome, and it breaks her. ENTRAPPED: Willing to offer anything in return for less frequent whippings, she allows herself to be tricked into signing her life away. Whippings continue, as before. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10521_ankas_tale/ Fri, 21 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 September 24, 2023 : new picture, pictures hidden. She knew a little, rumours mostly, from girls she had known, about someone called Anne-Marie, about the mythical place called 'The Castle'. Had always wondered whether it could really be true, in this day and age; if such a place could actually exist—a place where girls like herself could get paid a fortune in return for months—even years, she had heard—of their lives; months of total sexual subjugation, of dark abuses. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10519_after_initiation_castle/ Wed, 19 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 September 5, 2023 : new sequence and picture at the start of 'Lear, remade'. After your initiation, you will be required to become like one of these; a cute, child-like little slut, continually nude or in cartoon sexy costumes, obsessed by the male form, hungry for sex. Youll be held at a place like this, used in common by anyone who has access to you, and you will be required to give satisfaction in any way desired of you, without limit or restraint. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10518_castle_shorts_6/ Tue, 18 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 January 4, 2022 : picture added to 'Drive in the Countryside'. ENFORCED WITNESS: watching other Castle girls used in just the way that distresses them most is a subtle and powerful tactic. A DRIVE IN THE COUNTRY: Serving an elderly Castle Member at his home brings home the insanity of her decision to become a slave. Not that this gives her any will to resist. RESPONDS TO CRUELTY: Her foolish crush on a random guest is ruthlessly exploited. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10514_story_of_noelle_pt5/ Fri, 14 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 May 16, 2021 : minor edits throughout. nOelle arrives at The Castle, and begins to understand its power. Power which she finds it hard to resist. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10511_pix-n-captions-6/ Tue, 11 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 February 12, 2022 : refinements and expansions. Girls within whom, despite everything, there is an ineffable yearning for the experiences that only being taken beyond their limits can bring. Girls for whom fulfilment of this yearning means stepping into the open trapdoor. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10508_pix-n-captions-5/ Sat, 08 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Snapshots of a descent, perhaps? Lovely young women, driven by needs they don't understand, giving themselves over to what they know is abuse, but can't seem to resist. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10506_story_of_noelle_pt4/ Thu, 06 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 May 31, 2021 : updated chauffeur picture. nOelle is collared, leashed, and led away, increasingly ensnared by a strange and transgressive new reality. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10504_pix-n-captions-4/ Tue, 04 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 2021-06-24 : titles added. You could say that all these girls asked for what they got. But did they have the slightest inkling of just how dark the darkness can get? https://theharshwriter.site/post/10501_castle_shorts_5/ Sat, 01 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . EVERY NOW AND THEN: do they give her time to think on purpose? HER NEW HOME: going back to her old life already seems impossible. TO BE FUCKED LIKE THIS: in the midst of all the abuses, the occasional fucking takes her somewhere beyond; and it's addictive. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10429_pix-n-captions-3/ Thu, 29 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Lovely young women, driven by needs they don't understand, ever more deeply enmeshed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10427_three_easy_pieces-7/ Tue, 27 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 13, 2021 : new pictures to Out of the Blue. SENTENCED: convicted of lascivious behaviour in a corrupt theocracy, she is identified as a tasty morsel and carefully suborned. OUT OF THE BLUE: Her employer abruptly requires a new level of service - and she finds herself complying. WHAT HE WANTS: Her lover has become increasingly instrumental in his use of her. She's appalled - but also transfixed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10422_story_of_noelle_pt3/ Thu, 22 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 July 28, 2021 : Minor edits. Her consent is tested— and intensified… https://theharshwriter.site/post/10417_story_of_noelle_pt2/ Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Shocked, exposed, humiliated, she consents, still without knowing to what. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10416_story_of_noelle_pt1/ Fri, 16 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . He asks her to consent. But he won't say what to. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10415_vote_on_posts2/ Thu, 15 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Votes DO encourage THW to pay attention! https://theharshwriter.site/post/10413_pix-n-captions_2/ Tue, 13 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . Lovely young women, driven by needs they don't understand, in thrall to heartless predators. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10412_morningafter_pt6/ Mon, 12 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 July 30, 2021 : Minor edits. … fearful it is to fall into the hands of a living God. Hebrews 10:31 https://theharshwriter.site/post/10411_morningafter_pt5/ Sun, 11 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 July 30, 2021 : Minor edits. And now, she finds she does want to cry. Because acceptance doesn't solve anything—just makes it easier to manage. Acceptance of one thing is not going to mean that it's over. In fact, it's obvious that acceptance will just encourage more demands. Acceptance is not going to free her—but deliver her even more fully. And the knowledge—certain in her now—that she is going to accept those demands—encouraging more—and more extreme demands—which she is also going to accept, if she can—that knowledge is, certainly, a cause for tears—because they will eat her up—in the end, there will be nothing left of her but acceptance. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10408_morningafter_pt4/ Thu, 08 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 july 30, 2021 : Minor edits. Chloe, lovely Chloe; you know this won't do. Boyfriends are supposed to be tolerant of emotional outbursts, to take an interest, to wonder if they've done anything wrong, to play the emotional game. But you know - you know that you know, that we're beyond all that, now. Your emotions no longer matter - unless I want to see you emotional for my own pleasure - times when I may wish to see sorrow, humiliation or pain in your eyes. At all other times, you are to thoroughly and consistently suppress all emotional expression - what is expected of you is a smooth and vague expression of pleasant willingness. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10407_vote_on_posts/ Wed, 07 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 : . You can now vote on stories - like or dislike - at the end of the page https://theharshwriter.site/post/10406_morningafter_pt3/ Tue, 06 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 May 17, 2021 : Added 'huddled' picture. That's enough, girly. Stop. Don't make this something it isn't. Yes—crazy shit has been done to you; yes, it's been cruel, degrading and abusive; yes, it's far, far beyond acceptable. But think; everything that has happened has happened because you went along with it. Wild though it got, you knew what you were letting yourself in for. He told you in advance. Nothing more will happen to you if you don't want it to. Think about it—did you ever say 'stop'? Say 'No—I don't want this'? https://theharshwriter.site/post/10401_morningafter_pt2/ Thu, 01 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000 April 15, 2021 : . Now here she is—possessed indeed by him, folded into his life so deeply that she cannot even imagine trying to leave. Having discovered through shocking, shameful violation just what he wants from his possession of her, how absolute, how heartless that possession will be, that no matter whether she has been betrayed, tricked, abused (as no doubt her friends would describe the situation—and in truth, how she would describe the same circumstances applied to any of them), she has been changed, deeply reconfigured, that he has indeed successfully 'moved her on'. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10327_all_the_way-please/ Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000 April 18, 2021 : . You can't get the idea of becoming an Executive Assistant out of your mind, can you? You keep wondering what it might be like. To be— like that. Don't you? https://theharshwriter.site/post/10203_slipsliding/ Wed, 03 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000 March 17, 2024 : picture added. I never meant to become a porn actress, but there's no way out, now. Well there probably is, but it doesn't seem likely that I could organise it. It's not that I like the life - and having been typecast as 'the punky slut who gets more-or-less raped every time' makes for a constant rollercoaster of emotions. But at the same time, TJ, arrogant manipulative bastard though he is, knows how to look after the 'talent', in his way, and somehow I can never see a way out, either... https://theharshwriter.site/post/10202_belonging_to_madame_f_pt1/ Tue, 02 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000 January 27, 2023 : added lots of pictures!. She leaned over and said, softly, in my ear; 'I'm sorry I missed seeing you whipped.' There was no real answer to that but a blush. My heart began to hammer; she knew what had been done to me the other night, which meant she knew how wildly I had come – knew I had been unable to avoid my own response after being whipped and gang-fucked by strangers. She stood back from me and watched. I looked up, wanting to see her eyes, see what she thought of me, frightened, but needy too. Her smile was like hot acid. Her face made it clear that she knew everything and was going to exploit my weakness to the full. I wanted to run, but couldn't. I wanted her to take me in her arms, there and then, but she didn't. I looked back at her, knowing, but not caring, that she would see the weakness in my eyes. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10125_three_easy_pieces_6/ Mon, 25 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 December 28, 2021 : Added picture to 'Good Time Girl'. Girls who - all unknowing - have been just waiting for the right push, to set them onto a new path. GOOD TIME GIRL: She's been dancing on the edge for some time, but that's all over, now. HE KEPT PUSHING: A flirtatious conversation turns into a rollercoaster ride. A HARD BARGAIN: A backpacking world traveller starts another kind of journey. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10123_story_of_odile_pt2/ Sat, 23 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 January 23, 2023 : added wrist binding picture. Odile, left in turmoil after a torrid night, spends days in confusion, unable to process what has happened. Meeting him again, he meets her self sabotage with brutal honesty, and Odile is overwhelmed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10120_law_firm_whore_pt1/ Wed, 20 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 Jul 7, 2021 : Minor text edits. 'Ah, Ms Dainty; thank you for coming in. This is Mr Weiss, and Mr Lvov. We are about to conclude a most important agreement with them, one which the practice is very pleased to have won. We look forward to a long and constructive relationship with these gentlemen and the organisation which they represent.' I nodded, smiled—a little uncertainly; the two strangers were looking at me in a way that somehow didn't fit. At the time, I couldn't figure out what it was, although it would be obvious to me now. In any event, the next statement utterly shocked me; 'I have a slightly surprising request of you, Ms Dainty, but one which I require you to consider most carefully. The practice requests that you sexually entertain these two gentlemen, this afternoon, in an anonymously hired suite at the Regency Hotel.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/10113_castle_moments/ Wed, 13 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 17, 2021 : General refinements, small additions. New pictures for 'airtight'. From the perspective of the Members, Castle girls come and go. Some are more remarkable than others, but by the very nature of the harshly imposed restrictions, the radical and heartless reduction of them to willing and helpless sex toys, there is generally little depth to them, and consequently they are rather easily forgotten, their shallow depths soon plumbed, their few secrets explored and exploited. But for the girls themselves, the opposite is true — the Castle regime promises, delivers and imposes, moment after moment, without consideration, consent or warning, experience after experience, a technicolor vividness of feeling unmatched by anything in their previous or subsequent lives. Whatever a Castle girl's recollection of her time in its grip, she will never tell you that it was short on moments of extraordinary, electric awareness, compared to which what passes for life outside the Castle walls might as well be in monochrome. Some of these moments are captured here. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10111_sweetie/ Mon, 11 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 August 27, 2025 : Added 250 words and an AI picture about the packaging up for transport. And so here is Sweetie, entering the room, heart rate kicking up, as it always does when she comes into the presence of the woman whom she considers (still, despite everything) to be the most important person in her universe, the most wonderful, the most remarkable, the most awe-inspiring, the most beautiful, the most terrifying, the most cruel, the most greedy, the most callous—in short, the one that makes her heart race and her knees wobble, her pussy get warm and her nipples stiffen, her mouth go dry, so that, even if it were not required behaviour, she would need to wet her delicate tongue tip and put it out to moisten her lips. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10108_naked-sketch/ Fri, 08 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 13, 2021 : minor edits, refinements. Deep breath --- tits move prettily, nipples hard from the cool water. She knows it, wonders at her own wanton-ness (so new!) as she makes sure to show this to him to best advantage --- to display herself with the sole object of pleasing him --- presenting herself, as far as possible, as she hopes he will like her to. 'OK, yes, having agreed to be naked at all times these last few days, whatever else, has been .. liberating .. exciting .. fun .. and, yes, sexy, too. Is that good enough for you?' https://theharshwriter.site/post/10107_three_easy_pieces_5/ Wed, 06 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 20, 2021 : New pics for Learning Silence, Breaking Point. Girls who have passed the point of no return, but who have not yet fully understood that this can be so. UNDERSTANDING OWNERSHIP: He makes her see just what it is that she must accept, if she considers herself owned. EN ROUTE TO BREAKING POINT: Rough usage in public places will move her along rapidly, he tells her - and proves. LEARNING SILENCE: A game of enforced silence is not a game, after all. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10104_the_sweetest_thing/ Mon, 04 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 November 13, 2021 : Pictures added and reordered. It was at the same time the sweetest and the most terrifying thing in her life. And both sensations increased with each go round. https://theharshwriter.site/post/10102_story_of_odile_pt1/ Sat, 02 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000 August 22, 2024 : Added AI image of Odile on her knees. Unlooked for, Odile meets an older man who is not in the least romantic, but rather immediate, direct and demanding. Her responsiveness shocks her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01229_castle_shorts_4/ Tue, 29 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . WHEN SHE WAS LUCKY: absolved of all responsibility. ADDICTED: Being a part-time slave is a one-way street. DEFIANCE: This one will be worth the effort. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01227_three_easy_pieces_4/ Sun, 27 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Is it that they want it, or that they can't resist a stronger will? OBVIOUS: Her older lover introduces her to an older lesbian and her sex toy. but something's afoot. SEDUCTRESS or PREY?: Provoking her boyfriend's father and his house guest turns into something dark and all—consuming. THE NEW GIRL: A new assistant on the country estate learns what her real position is to be. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01224_tell_them/ Thu, 24 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2022-06-22 : Fixed tenses, small refinements. Without raising her eyes above the level of his knees, the girl turned her head toward our host. She was obviously twitchy. 'Tell them—tell them how you became a sex slave. Tell them how it was for you. Look up. She shudders, as if an electrical shock had passed through her. Naked, on her knees, she slowly raised her head, blushing a little. Her lips trembled a little, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. At last, after clearing her throat, she spoke, breathy, nervous, but clear enough; 'Ah hahmm… I … I'm sorry. I … I haven't been permitted to speak for three weeks. Aah… https://theharshwriter.site/post/01222_somehow/ Tue, 22 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 August 24, 2024 : New picture, upgraded picture. Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She'd met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He'd invited her on holiday. 'But I've got my exams!' But she'd laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She'd asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. 'Yeah, yeah', he'd said; 'The young ones are mainly sex slaves.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01220_three_more_easy_pieces/ Sun, 20 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 November 20, 2021 : New picture for 'The Slave'. They can't quite see how it is that they got to where they are, and they definitely can't see how to escape it. THE SLAVE: owned by a lax master, she is quizzed by a stranger, with a hidden intent. THE COLONEL: her drug dealer boyfriend takes her to the narco lord's villa for dinner; it looks as if she'll be staying. THE LAST VESTIGE: Letting go, finally, of the last vestige of her pride, she finally becomes a complete slave. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01211_can_you_die_of_shame/ Fri, 11 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 August 28, 2021 : refinements to latter half. She was going to die of shame. The anguish which was tearing into her, her mind on fire, her body quivering with desperately contained energy - energy that should be being used to resist, to run, get away from this insanity, but which for some unimaginable reason she was viciously suppressing - this anguish would kill her, surely? Except that experience had taught her it wouldn't - that she would survive this, this devastating, self-image destroying humiliation - that tomorrow morning, she would wake from a drugged sleep (she hasn't managed to sleep without pills for weeks), alone in her small iron bed, alive, healthy (apart from the tendernesses), but with a snake-pit of burning shame mixed irretrievably with unlooked for excitement (be honest, call it arousal) writhing in her brain, in her belly. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01210_capitulation_pt1/ Thu, 10 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 Jan 9, 2021 : minor edits. We'd been going out for three years, and moved in together after only a few months, so happy we were to have found each other. I was really happy to come home every day, and it seemed he was too. My friends thought he was lovely—the perfect gentleman—my parents liked him too. We had a great sex life, and enjoyed each other's company, although we also had our own friends— my girlfriends, his mates. We had discussed kids, and we agreed there, too—no way!—not for a few years anyway… https://theharshwriter.site/post/01209_apologia/ Wed, 09 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 13 October, 2021 : Minor edits. Read this if you are not sure whether you'll be happy reading this content—or if you want to know how THW approaches bdsm storytelling. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01209_buy_thw_a_coffee_on_kofi/ Wed, 09 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 February 12, 2024 : . KoFi no longer works for THW - you can subscribe via SubStack https://theharshwriter.site/post/01209_cabal/ Wed, 09 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 16, 2022 : minor edits, refinements. She knew she wanted to do this. Well, almost … probably… She just didn't know why. She knew why not, of course. She'd done that exercise the self-help books tell you to do; make two headings - WHY TO DO IT and WHY NOT TO DO IT. The second list went on forever, and made all the sense. The first list just said; 'I think I want to'. Then she had crossed out 'think' and replaced it with 'almost certainly'. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01207_three_easy_pieces-slight-return/ Mon, 07 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 15, 2023 : text refinements to 'All the Way'. SHIT GOT REAL: a small town girl discovers that she has the soul of a slut. IT WAS RIDICULOUS: A girl finds herself becoming a live—in whore for her flatmates. ALL THE WAY: A bdsm slave can't help but ask to be taken too far. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01206_fatal_attraction_pt3/ Sun, 06 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Opening my eyes from sleep the next morning, I am hazy from the intensity and disturbing perversity of the dreams I've been having, from nights of broken sleep — but most of all by the bizarreness of waking up to process a reality stranger than dreams. I have somehow accepted — in my head at least (physically, nothing at all has changed; I've met him twice, he's hardly touched me) — that I have given myself over to the perverse desires of a virtual stranger. That I am in some sense his. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01205_timmy_pt2/ Sat, 05 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Now though, the experience of having been so comprehensively, selfishly and thoroughly used and abused by Karsh, of cooking for Karsh, all but naked, my ass alternately swatted and fondled at will, of being offered to Ninotsch like a party favour, all this had changed things. I knew, now, as a bodily experience, what it was to be in someone's power, to serve because you have no option, to be consumed by the need to serve well, to satisfy, from a place of subjugation, rather than from self-motivation - and what it was like not to be in a position to trust your own judgement - when a capricious master is the only judge that matters. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01203_how_she_fell_v2/ Thu, 03 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 October 27, 2021 : Minor refinements, changed name to Suky. The 'phone rang the next day. 'This is Mr Karsh' assistant. Am I speaking to Miss S..?' 'Um .. Yes, yes, that's me.' A weird flutter in my chest. He HAD been looking at me! Looking at my body, really. I had been a little shocked - such an eminent man. But it had been impossible not to notice. And I had been astonished to discover that I was responding, finding his rather crude attention interesting - flattering. I would never have expected myself to react like that! I kept cool - it was just an interesting sensation really, to discover that I could get flustered by the obvious attention of a rich old man - old enough to be my father. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01201_moth_pt1/ Tue, 01 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000 October 2, 2021 : Refinements, improved the ending, added pic. I considered myself incredibly fortunate to have got a job there. McQuarry were very influential and respected management consultants, and I had been totally overawed by the selection process after applying at a graduate fair event. I had been about to give up, when after a seminar, I had a short encounter with her in the corridor; I confessed my fears, and she talked to me a little. At the end, she had simply smiled at me, and said; 'Don't give up. Pretty thing like you; be nice to have you around. I'll be rooting for you.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01129_timmy_pt1/ Sun, 29 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I'm called anything that gets my attention (and I'm shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like 'pussy', 'cunt', or 'whore', but occasionally I do still get 'Timmy'. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming—that I'm going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further away from the fantasy that I could ever mean anything. Some step that will be agony to take, but which both I and whoever it is asking for it know that I will be helpless to resist. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01128_thw_on_twitter/ Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2020-12-02 : . Follow THW on Twitter - and tweet about stories you appreciate! https://theharshwriter.site/post/01127_girl_conquered/ Fri, 27 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 April 25, 2022 : New picture. We bumped into Andrew in the interval. A stranger to me, he seemed to know Hamilton well—possibly from University, I guessed—they were talking like old friends. Andrew was looking me over rather obviously—I was a bit surprised—but he was Hamilton's friend, and rather handsome, and, well, I was wearing *that* dress—and so I tried to make it worth his while, not knowing what else to do. Hamilton hadn't introduced me, though, and I was feeling more and more conflicted about the whole thing when he finally looked at me and laughed; 'Aren't you the little tart, eh? Flaunting yourself for a strange man? Andrew, this is a girl I've been fucking for a year or so. Tasty, isn't she?' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01125_chloe_agency_pt4/ Wed, 25 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2020-11-27 : . Chloe is awakened by the door closing; it's morning, and someone has delivered her a little breakfast—croissants, hot chocolate, orange juice, on a pretty, ornate little metal tray with its own stand. She looks up, still mostly asleep, understands, slowly, that she is naked, in a strange bed, in a strange room; a luxurious, soft bed, in a beautiful, sun-filled room, well furnished with subdued antiques, overlooking lush greenery, countryside. But grand as all this is, she is aware, as she awakes more fully, of something, something huge … and then the memory of the previous night rushes over her, and she is gradually overtaken by a slow, powerful, suffocating panic attack, which has her clutching at the bedclothes around her convulsively as her heart rate accelerates, her breathing gets wilder and deeper, her belly begins to try to turn itself inside out, her legs rigid, cramping, her mind in turmoil. It can't be. It just cannot be! That … that she … that they … that he … https://theharshwriter.site/post/01122_innocent_abroad_pt2/ Sun, 22 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 August 10, 2025 : New AI pictures and videos for the gun fucking episode - quite a few!. It seemed no time at all until we were leaving, Yevgenia and I, in a company limo. In the lobby, just before, Yevgenia had showed me how I could lock my own wrists together by working the cuffs against each other at a certain angle, and told me that I should normally do this before leaving company premises, without needing to be asked. She had hung the key on my choker, so that the clients could choose when or if they wanted my hands free. Although it was terrifying to be restrained so, my hands useless behind my back, outside the training centre, in the real world, it was also strangely liberating—I was no longer responsible for my weak obedience—after all, what could I do, chained as I was? These days, I feel stranger unchained than chained. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01118_tiffany_stub/ Wed, 18 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Tiffany had always considered herself a sensible, intelligent girl - not one to go too far, or forget her dignity. But she is getting bored. At 22, she has a decent job in an office, with some sort of prospects, she supposes, but nothing that excites her. The men that surround her, attracted by her lovely face, her elegant bearing, her frankly gorgeous body, her dress sense, her pretty smile, are nice enough, but again, none of them really excite her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01115_officers_club_stub/ Sun, 15 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . 'This is how it works - I had it from Katie - she said this is what they did with her, anyway.' J was half whispering, half giggling - we were outside, on a break - J was a smoker then. 'You go to this certain bar on a certain night of the week - I don't remember which - and you dress a little slutty - heels, short skirt, bare belly, lots of make-up. And there's always a few of those guys there - those fifth floor guys. And anyway, you act like you're amazed to see them, and they say they want to buy you a drink, and you sit with them, and they buy you drinks, and they start talking dirty, and you just giggle, and act nice, and they start feeling you up, and you let them. And then. Then ..' She is beginning to lose the giggle now - it's getting serious; 'And then - what??' 'And then .. Then they take you out in back and gang-fuck you - all of them ...' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01111_innocent_abroad_pt1/ Wed, 11 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . 'Now, Kellee, you might be surprised by this, but we have some work for you, already.' What! They, of all people, must know I was the least ready of all of the group—some of the other girls, I knew now, had already been whores and strippers. All of them were more comfortable with their status, their chosen path, than me—and all of them spoke Russian, even the ones from other countries, while I was still groping for even simple words. 'But .. I .. I'm not ..' 'I understand, pretty; you are right—you are not most sexy girl of group. You are not at all ready to be sexy escort. You have no training in the sex yet. Of course, we know this; and, of course, this is why you are selected; certain gentlemen like to use girls like you—innocent girls—girls without the tricks. Very pretty girls, of course, very willing girls; but not girls who are confident, not girls who know exactly what to do. Understand?' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01107_training_heather_stub/ Sat, 07 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 5, 2022 : minor edits, refinements. Heather has been here so many times—even more, if you count the times she has imagined it. But she has never gone in, never crossed the threshold. A discreet but elegant door, in a discreet office block, in an expensive side street off the highest rental square in the financial district; the equally discreet and elegant sign says simply; 'Macadam Executive training. Originators of the Perfect PA programme'. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01103_liana_pt2/ Tue, 03 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 3rd, 2023 : More detail in section about the 'sister-houses'. 'Very well. It's like this, pretty…' Anne-Marie's voice is calm, unhurried, as if she is telling some inconsequential story; 'I'm the manager of a very exclusive club. The members—all men—are rich sexual sadists who pay large subscriptions so that the club can provide them with luxurious and discreet surroundings in which to abuse pretty, helpless young women without restraint. The girls are not technically slaves, but in practice that's more or less the only word that makes sense of their existence. We keep them chained at night, mostly naked or semi-naked, they are fucked, whipped and otherwise used and abused by members more or less at will.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00819_just_said_yes_pt1/ Sun, 01 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000 December 16, 2025 : Added Limo and hotel pictures.. Of course, the VIP party were late - these things always run over time. And Natalie and I had gotten bored, so we began horsing about a little - pretending we were working up a welcome dance for the founder - just filling in the time, really, although both of us, I suspect, didn't mind an opportunity to show off a little to the rest of the office. But as luck would have it, we were gee-ing each other on to do sexy little shimmies when the VIP party walked in. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01029_subscribe_to_new_posts_feed/ Thu, 29 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . You can get emails, follow on twitter, or use an rss feed. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01028_i_know_you_dont_think_im_pretty/ Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . I … I know you… You don't think I'm pretty … or … or sexy; like the others … but. … I … I'm not … not like them. I … I don't know how to … to dress sexy, or … or wiggle … wiggle my hips… But … but I … … I … think about you. A lot. About … about you … https://theharshwriter.site/post/01025_fatal_attraction_pt2/ Tue, 27 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2021-04-14 : . 'You have enormous capacity for intensity, desire, extremity – but this is either deeply suppressed, or perhaps, you are simply unaware of it – it having never been awakened.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/01024_sally_turned_pt4/ Sat, 24 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2021-01-08 : . I awoke gradually, heavy limbed, floating in the sort of whole body experience of deep relaxation that only ever, in my experience comes the morning after a bout of no-holds-barred sexual intensity; my thoughts were like melted chocolate, smooth and sweet and slow, my whole being languidly relaxed, luxuriating in a feeling of warmth and looseness that was like a welcome gift. But a gift for what? I lazily considered the question, while the answer formed, gradually impressing itself upon my drowsiness, the answer which, when it finally came, would astonish me, brazen in its clarity: last night, I had taken a big step towards becoming a company whore. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01019_chloe_agency_pt3/ Tue, 20 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2020-11-05 : . Chloe seems hardly aware of what is happening, eyes unfocused as she is fed yet another little treat sweet, then quickly tidied up, hands once again cuffed at the back of her neck and then led, with the chain again doing its degrading job of encouraging her to move as directed by cutting into her sex; sensitised by the strong orgasms, the intensity of this is sharp, and when the chain pulls tight as she stumbles a little, she moans and gasps out loud, unable to hold her emotion in check, earning a slap on her newly tenderised buttock from Miss A. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01019_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt3/ Mon, 19 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 28, 2022 : added kiss picture. At last, after a period outside time, of impossible, unmeasurable duration, she experiences for the first time the paradoxical experience of an unbearable wait being replaced by gut-twisting apprehension at the certainty of impending shame as a strange man approaches, grinning cheerfully, leering almost; brazen as he looks her body over, certain of nothing other than that she is now going to be used and abused by this stranger for his own pleasure, without any consideration at as to her feelings or wellbeing, and that her choices consist of softly and sweetly subjecting herself to the service of that pleasure, or alternatively of resisting such service, then being cruelly treated until she begs for the chance to softly and sweetly service that pleasure after all, only with added tear-stains, humiliation and welts. https://theharshwriter.site/post/01007_castle_she_asked_for_it_pt2_revised/ Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 29, 2022 : refinements, minor edits, new paras on Castle Indentures. 'Well, that's settled, then. I'll … I'll go when … when you take me. I … I don't think I want to have any choices about anything at all, now. Not any more. Is that OK? Will … will you control me, now, please?' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00731_liana_pt1/ Fri, 31 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000 November 1st, 2021 : Added 'girl,conquered' reference - and several pictures - enjoy!. Only one girl - that anyone knew of, at least - had ever come close to disturbing Anne-Marie's aura of imperturbable control and omniscience. Liana. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00716_chloe_agency_pt2/ Thu, 16 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . The two pretty bimbos ahead of her, giggling to each other, flashing their eyes at her, knowing, grinning, teasingly jerking the chain that is snugging itself ever more intimately, ever more outrageously, into the folds of her sex, emphasise that this is not a secret shame, but one obvious to others—and not just the three of them, but those behind her as well—Lord K, frightening D, fascinating M. It's all too much and Chloe, as soon as the door closes behind them, staggers, her thighs trembling, landing on her knees, unable to suppress a desperately weak, embarrassed giggle, overcome with shame and fear—again on the verge of hysteria. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00705_morningafter_pt1/ Sun, 05 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 19th, 2025 : added fireplace pic. Waking the next morning, unaccustomed dull fires reminding her of outrage, of cruel abuse of her most intimate places, she knows that something has changed inside her, that she has lost something. It's hearbreaking. The heartbreak is not, though, for lost innocence, for the bright promise of her relationship with him now violently shifted into a new, unknown territory. The heartbreak is is driven by the new knowledge of what is inside her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00701_deliwore_pt4/ Wed, 01 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2020-07-15 : . This chapter is deprecated. It goes too far, too fast. It is here only as a record of failure. It will be deleted once a rewrite is complete. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00620_deliwore_pt3/ Sat, 20 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 February 26, 2022 : added 'consent' paragraphs before the assault. The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability— I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am— a slut, a degenerate, a whore. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00619_fatal_attraction_pt1/ Fri, 19 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . He wasn't even a proper boyfriend. I mean, I saw him fairly often, had sex with him, occasionally went to places with him -- but there was no real relationship, no depth to it, no thought in my mind that it could ever go anywhere. Which just makes what happened even stranger. Not that it matters now, of course. Nothing matters any more. But it intrigues me, going over it, how one step led to another, how improbable and -- well wrong, it all was. Is. And yet when I think about each decision point, each place where I could have changed the way things went -- changed them for the better, for the saner, for the healthier -- I cannot imagine myself, at that moment, making any other choice than the one that I did make. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00618_trouble_was/ Thu, 18 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 July 21, 2025 : added new pic - in the bar. Trouble was, she liked being fucked. Liked being fucked hard, by men who didn't try to be nice. Nice men were sweet, but they couldn't fuck her right—not unless she could make them angry—sometimes this worked. She had found out early about herself—knew then that she was going to be a slut. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00617_castle_shorts_3/ Wed, 17 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . THERESE BRANDED: Two slavegirls' love for each other is ruthlessly exploited. THE PROCURERS: Three experts 'turn' a naive girl in the course of an evening. NOW: A thoroughly broken girl is made to relive the experience, and is taken to new depths. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00616_pix-n-captions/ Tue, 16 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Lovely young women, driven by needs they don't understand, in thrall to heartless predators. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00615_sally_turned_pt3/ Mon, 15 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . As for my first fucker, Sir James, he had not finished with me that night; smiling, standing over me, kneeling naked at his feet, still breathing hard and brokenly from the twin effects of breath deprivation and having my mouth filled with his thick come, he shifted, deliberately made his cock slap into my cheek, insolent, demanding; 'Entertaining as that was, girly, you haven't accomplished your task in the slightest— if anything, it's stickier now than it was before; I think you need to try again— only this time maybe just use your tongue. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00609_candyfloss_pt1/ Tue, 09 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2021-06-24 : minor edits. '… did you hate it so much? He was laughing at me, and in the end I had to laugh too, even though I had, truly, hated it; I was blushing hard at the same time; caught by the usual trap Jason had me in—simultaneously ashamed of how I was with him, and excited by it. 'Yes—yes, I did hate it! You were so busy talking to all sorts of people I don't know, and … and your uncle—or whoever he is—kept talking to me, and smiling at me, only he wasn't really talking to me—he was just … just … looking at me!' Looking at you? Oh! You mean looking at your tits, looking at your legs—as if he was thinking about fucking you?' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00608_storys_sketch2/ Mon, 08 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 1, 2025 : Fixed tenses, further refinements. Also new pictures, link to a new episode!. 'Well … it … it seems to have a theme about love and submission … um … obviously… I mean, she is in love, and that's what … what gets her into … into that place …' 'Roissy, you mean—or the dungeon?' 'Um … um … all of it, I suppose… And … and then she is sort of 'given' to the older man, and somehow, despite the horrible way he behaves, what he does to her—she decides she's in love with him—and lets him do much worse. And then, at the end, it seems as if she might die if he doesn't want her.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00603_storyssketch/ Wed, 03 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . After a languorous afternoon spent on the terrace of a very pretty country hotel he'd taken her to, Sophia had asked him, over dinner, what she might be able to do for him. 'You do everything! Pay for everything, think of everything, plan everything, say all the funny things, read all the interesting books, choose what things we go to. And .. And I'm grateful. I .. I'm .. happy with it that way, but .. but.. I don't know - there .. there must be something I can do for you!' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00602_theisland/ Tue, 02 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 December 4, 2021 : minor edits, refinemements. And she—for the first time in the weeks she has been in this strange place, with its increasingly dreamlike quality—she had given herself over—offered herself, accepted—even in the presence of his laughing friends with their crude jokes—had not held anything back from him, allowing him to open her thighs to show them just how wet she was, how her hips kept thrusting with fierce little jerks; her arousal, her need unmistakeable. Her cheeks hot, her voice soft and throaty with desire, facing them, she had begged him to make use of her as if she were his slave. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00601_ordinary_pt1/ Mon, 01 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000 May 25, 2024 : Better Picture added. 'Show me the ring, please.' Her whole body shifts, subtly— comes alive, comes into focus, accentuated, her movements more precise. Clearly, strong emotions are coursing through her; equally clearly, she is determinedly controlling the expression of those emotions as she elegantly, slowly, lifts her hand, splaying the fingers slightly, offering it for inspection, the muscles relaxed, but tiny trembles indicating just how hard it is for her to achieve this. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00516_sally_turned_pt2/ Sat, 16 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Holding me, his dick still semi-hard inside me, his voice rumbles, responding to my little laugh of incredulity, of wonder; 'I'm glad you're entertained, pretty, but your mouth has duties to perform. It's your job to clean me up, you see— to suck away all this stickiness.' And then, somehow, I was on my knees in front of him, confronted again with his gnarly cock, now shining with our mingled juices, his hands at my shoulders, then on my head. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00425_chloe_agency_pt1/ Sat, 25 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 June 10, 2025 : minor edits. She'd always been a pretty girl; has been used to men looking at her since she was 13 and her breasts began to grow. Her breasts are obvious—impossible to ignore—large for her slim frame, and firm with it. They're the first thing people notice about her, and since she has always been a sensual person, enjoying her body; the pleasure it can give and receive. She has happily learned to dress to advantage, although nothing too tarty. And she's always liked strong, decisive men. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00424_sally_turned_pt1/ Fri, 24 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . And then, just as I had begun to feel I was settling in, it started; out of nowhere, a perfectly typical exchange with Mr Nathan about the next batch of manuscripts to be sent back to their hapless authors with rejection letters, he said it; 'If you were to come over here and use your pretty mouth on my cock, we could discuss some quite attractive side benefits.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00423_castle_shorts_2/ Thu, 23 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 november 6, 2021 : New picture added to 'The Maid'. THE MAID: She knows exactly how the inmates are treated, and has volunteered nevertheless. BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE: Thoughts of a girl preparing for a bdsm sex show for the Members. BEYOND HOPE: A crazy obsession with a random client leads a girl to give herself away. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00422_it_comes_down_to_this/ Wed, 22 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 February 16, 2024 : New image added, Minor edits, refinements. It comes down to this. This is the central fact of her existence now. Not the actual beating, so much as the fact that they both know that he can beat her. That he will beat her, whenever he feels like it. That whenever he wishes, despite her desperation not to be whipped, she will strip naked for him and present herself in whatever horribly vulnerable position he asks … and let him hurt her. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00421_castle_shorts_1/ Tue, 21 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 December 3, 2022 : paragraph added to 'Two Recruits', minor refinements. THE FEMALE MEMBER: A woman sometimes knows just how to move a girl on. TWO RECRUITS: Skilfully played, over an intense weekend, two girls are hooked. PIERCED: A new piercing makes her enslavement suddenly real. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00420_freckle_tits/ Mon, 20 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 February 11, 2025 : Added new picture - Freckle Tits whipped. This had never happened before, and it was devastating. Beyond anything. She didn't know how she would stay sane. Inside her mind, a voice—the voice of reason, of normality— was screaming at her to end this— now! To get away, to resist, to tell them they were fucking mad to expect anything more of her, that she was not just some helpless slut… Except, of course, that she was… https://theharshwriter.site/post/00419_robbed/ Sun, 19 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 27 August, 2021 : BJ Photo added". Every week she considered not going. Every week she was nearly late --- only having accepted at the very last minute that, once again, she couldn't resist. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00418_castle_ink_n_charly/ Sat, 18 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Anne-Marie had understood it before they had - had understood the strange, angry, fascinated reaction that Charli had been apparently unable to control when she was around the new girl. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00417_three_easies/ Fri, 17 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 12, 2022 : new paras, refinements to text, rearranged pics. THE 'GIRLFRIEND': Demoted to sex toy, she simply accepts. THE PICNIC: Being made to strip for his friends resolves so many questions. THE MODEL: Abandoned, naked, in a ruin, to await a new owner, she can think of nothing to do but try to look good. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00416_posing_like_this/ Thu, 16 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Naive, it's almost a relief to be enslaved. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00415_it_had_been_cool/ Wed, 15 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 October 8th, 2025 : another two hundred words. She's grown used to being a naked ornament. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00414_being_used_like_this/ Tue, 14 Apr 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Being used like this - functionally, aggressively, impersonally - happens more and more often. In her old life, if a man had tried this, he would have been slapped down, certainly never been allowed near her again. Such experiences had in fact encouraged Chloe to let her suppressed lesbian urges come to the fore, and, strangely, led her, through twists and turns, to Monica, to this. To being the willing and submissive vehicle for such for such men's pleasure. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00326_castle__she_asked_for_it/ Thu, 26 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 January 17, 2023 : text refinements. 'You … you can't be serious. I mean … I … I went with you to that place—yes, OK, *The Castle*. I went. And … and yes it … it was a turn on… That … that blonde girl… Yes. Yes I did … fancy her. And yes … yes I did, did watch her getting … being hurt. But what! Go there — go there for two weeks! Two whole weeks! Be … used … used like that girl? Fucking chains! Fucking WHIPS! No! No! … NO! https://theharshwriter.site/post/00325_its_so_weird/ Wed, 25 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 October 14, 2021 : Minor edits, sorted names. 'I mean .. this .. this is so .. weird..' - 'Is it? A man appreciating a beautiful young woman? I should say it's fairly normal.' A half laugh; her breasts jiggle only a little, making their young firmness deliciously obvious. 'No.. I .. I mean ..' - 'You being naked for me?' - 'Um .. um, yes.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00324_its_now/ Tue, 24 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . 'It … it's—now?' Her belly is tying itself in knots. It can't! It can't be! No! Not now, of all times! 'There … there must be a mistake.' she hugs the wall, looking for some solidity—but her voice and her search lack all conviction. 'She knows', he thinks; 'she's weak.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00323_amusement/ Mon, 23 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Why did she allow this? Why did she stay here, knowing that this (and so many, many other things) will happen? 'Happen?' No, these things don't just happen—they are forced upon her. If her compliance now, holding herself as required, should falter, then there will be no respite, no let off, no safe word. None. She will be chained, restrained, forced, humiliated further, and then, in the end, ravaged, begging, she will comply anyway. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00322_so-thats_it/ Sun, 22 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 June 9, 2022 : reordered the pics, along with the deckchairs on the Titanic. 'So … so that's kind of … it, I guess. I'm, going to … just, um, 'give' myself to … to you all. For … for, like, a couple of, um weeks … or … or something … https://theharshwriter.site/post/00321_it_wasnt_pride/ Sat, 21 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 Juky 20, 2024 : coloured, upgraded image. It wasn't pride—far from it; she was intensely embarrassed, even after all this time, quivering with shame to be so exposed, so present herself so wantonly. It wasn't sex, really, either—although she knew that she was wet down there, that there was a tingle in her belly which she knew from experience would only be extinguished by rough and repeated penetrations. It wasn't … https://theharshwriter.site/post/00320_after_initiation/ Fri, 20 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 May 18, 2021 : 'before' picture added. After your initiation, you will be required to become like one of these; a child-like cute little slut, continually nude or in cartoon sexy costumes, obsessed by the male form, hungry for sex. You'll be held at a place like this, used in common by anyone who has access to you, and you will be required to give satisfaction in any way desired of you, without limit or restraint. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00319_bought_her/ Thu, 19 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 March 7, 2026 : Added another new pic.. He saw her on her knees, in the slutty schoolgirl outfit, giving head, and bought her, on the spot. She wasn't really on the scene, they were just swingers having an adventurous night, but he offered her and her man so much money that she said yes, for a month. At first, she didn't get it— just thought he was a rich guy who wanted good blowjobs and a bit of dressing up. When she finally realised that he was serious, she became hysterical, and had to be restrained. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00318_deliwore_pt2/ Wed, 18 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 March 11, 2022 : added bracelet cuffs picture. In the lobby of a small and obviously very exclusive hotel, he stopped me. 'Chloe. Today— today I'm trusting you not to let me down. Don't worry— you won't— I know you're ready.' We arrived at a very exclusive restaurant on a hotel terrace, a few floors up— very luxurious, even by his standards. I was flattered, impressed, to be taken somewhere so special. We were led to a table by the Maitre D'. I felt eyes on me, but as long as I was with R, I gloried in being so obviously dressed to excite sexual attention. Then I realised we were heading for an occupied table. A man a decade or so older than R, very strong looking, rich looking, but restrained, calm, easily confident and assured. His face a little ugly. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00317_howshefell/ Tue, 17 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 October 27, 2021 : Changed name to Suky. General refinements. The 'phone rang the next day. 'This is Mr Karsh' assistant. Am I speaking to Miss Suky..?' 'Um .. Yes, yes, that's me.' A weird flutter in my chest. He HAD been looking at me! Looking at my body, really. I had been a little shocked - such an eminent man. But it had been impossible not to notice. And I had been astonished to discover that I was responding, finding his rather crude attention interesting - flattering. I would never have expected myself to react like that! I kept cool - it was just an interesting sensation really, to discover that I could get flustered by the obvious attention of a rich old man - old enough to be my father. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00316_easy_2a/ Mon, 16 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 2021-04-15 : . The skirts they buy are very short indeed, but absolutely gorgeous; flippy pleated ones, a tight, severe grey one with a flirty kick pleat and a slit in the side that would show a thong strap --- or not. Outrageously high mules with a light platform. Many pairs of slinky thigh-high stockings with pretty lace details. A whole collection of sexy designer thong panties. The partners had suggested that Chloe be provided with a series of tight bustier/corsets, over which only pale crop blouses are to be worn --- with one or two buttons only, or a tie front. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00315_easy_1a/ Sun, 15 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . It was a plum job. Her agency told her to go along, even though she told them she wasn't going to get it. They knew something she didn't, though - that, whatever they had written on the job description, the three partners of ADD (known to their closer associates as Abuse, Degrade and Defile) wanted a gorgeous young innocent, whom they could mould - and they thought Susan looked the part. They stood to get a large bonus if she was successful. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00314_deliwore_pt1/ Sat, 14 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 December 30, 2024 : added tattooist pic, changed street dress pic. I was 26 when I met him—R. I was working as a lawyer—I was doing pretty well; I had always been smart, and having a pretty face, nice manners and a good figure never hurt anyone either. I was no dummy, swept off my feet by a charmer. It was just that he was remarkable. Rich, handsome, easy manners; very casual but also very personal when he spoke to you. I met him at a party, where he made it clear he liked me, liked my looks—in a very direct way, without any bullshit, but managed to be flattering and engaging. I was charmed, in spite of myself. I liked him too, and liked his friends, and basically invited myself back to his flat, where he entertained me for a little while, and then, delightfully, uninhibitedly, masterfully, fucked my brains out. I had never been taken to such heights, or felt it so intensely. I thought I was in love. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00313_easy_3/ Fri, 13 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 August 29, 2025 : Added curtsey video. It's sort of bizarre, that she's so happy these days. But it's a fact. She just is, waking up early, stretching herself like a cat, feeling the tone of her body, still feeling the tender places resulting from yesterday's 'entertainments'— but always remembering with a breathless cross between pleasure and guilt— somehow, she even enjoys the memories of her own humiliations. This morning, it is the mental image of herself yesterday afternoon; on all fours on a low table, face down, arse pushed high, skirt flipped up, thighs wide, hands weakly flat on the table either side of her head, hips grinding as she earnestly, humbly, sweetly begs for yet more flicks of the belt between her legs, proclaiming her willingness, her eagerness, her desperation to come in front of D and his two Japanese clients .. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00312_easy_2/ Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . 'Chloe, we need you in the boardroom in five. Freshen up and look your best please.' J, over the intercom. Chloe's heart pounds. All three of them - is this it - are they going to fire her? She feels her probationary week has been all over the place - the giggles, the forgetting things, the twisted stocking seams, her instinctive reactions against groping not always restrained. Her heart hammers as she renews her lipstick, mascara, powder, checks her little outfit, lastly pinching her nipples to stiffen them, so they show clearly through the gauzy blouse. They are seated in front of the board table, an a loose arc, relaxed. There is no chair for her. She stands, nervously in front of them, hands at her sides, uneasy. From nowhere, she finds herself dropping a little curtsey, lifting the tiny skirt yet higher, then giggling and flushing, having flashed her shaven pussy. This is the whole thing - she is so unsure of herself, while they are so cool, grinning at her calmly, while she tries to keep her knees from quivering visibly. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00311_she_was_so_easy/ Wed, 11 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 July 16, 2025 : added 'preparing to trip' image - worth a look!. The interview was going well. She was smiling and flirting with the three dark suited partners. They were in their forties, extremely rich, powerful and relaxed. She was 23, a lovely, sexy thing, dressed in a smart but oh-so-sexy little skirt-suit, even though she was penniless, and aware that her resume was pretty thin. https://theharshwriter.site/page/about/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 10 Sep, 2022 : intro of Cruelties section. https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_after_dinner/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 March 14, 2024 : AI pictures. After dinner, her boyfriend had made some excuse — gone to meet a friend about some drugs, he said, and left her alone with his step-father and the other man — a guest, heavy, unattractive, stubbly beard, heavy gold chains, thick, wet lips. She knew who he was, some fashion business mogul. They had ignored her, mostly — talking business and politics, which had made her increasingly mad. She knew that she was pretty, and she knew that they thought she was pretty; she had got into the habit of watching men's eyes as they noticed her; she knew. And there was something else, too. The knowledge that she was a pretty young girl, on her own with two very rich men … https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_asking_m/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 November 19, 2021 : minor edits, refinements. 'It's me, Chloe.' Her voice is bright—too bright—he can hear the carefully repressed tension beneath the light, cheery tone. He's fairly sure he knows which Chloe, but he decides to play her cool. 'Who?' A little pause; her heart skitters, she almost hangs up. But she needs him, and so she tries to be flirty and coy; 'You USED to call me Pretty Chloe, last year' 'I know a lot of pretty girls' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_c_and_the-lawyers_excpt/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 December 18, 2021 : minor edits. This is the only fragment worth keeping of an early piece. It is rather cruel in places. She makes it to the salon just in time, having had to give the taxi driver extra money—all she had in fact, making it simple to comply with that part of her orders. She approaches the desk, feeling desperately vulnerable—worse than naked almost, in the high heels, miniscule vest top and tiny skirt, and horribly conscious of the well dressed middle aged lady clients waiting in the lobby beyond. 'Hello, I … I'm Chloe, and … And I need to wait for F…' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_honeycakes_pt1/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . Every now and then, D or F or K would ask me out for a drink, and would take me back to my place and fuck me, and I found myself wanting to go— eager to please them; even though they began to take and use me more and more crudely, with less and less consideration for my pleasure or self respect, I was helpless to resist, overwhelmed by their strength— flattered by their desire. It became harder and harder to hide this— the fact that I responded with least restraint when they were crude and when they degraded me ... https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_honeycakes_finale_sk/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 : . THIS IS NOT AT ALL SOPHISTICATED— VERY CRUDE AND ALSO VERY CRUEL (WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO). One day, I'm sitting in the partner's meeting, and they get to 'any other business', and D says; 'Oh yea, I had an idea. I wanna get the pussy pierced and branded— mark her up nice— identify our property. Some guy over KKL showed me his piece , a little blonde— looked nice, and it had a good effect on her attitude, he said.' https://theharshwriter.site/post/00309_jenna_prologue/ Mon, 09 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000 November 29, 2021 : Added pictures, minor edits. I was 22. I thought I was god's gift – I was pretty, and I knew it. I had a great body and I knew it. Men did all sorts of things just to get near me, and I knew it. I was lazy too – who wanted to work – I had never really bothered in school. One of those girls with an older guy for a boyfriend, with a car, money. But did he get everything he wanted? No way. The most important thing for him was being seen to have me. I kept them on a tight rein. Then, when I was old enough, I left them, and my little home town for the big city - time to get ahead. Well, the story is old. I got less than I'd hoped for, and generally it cost me more. I actually had to work, and the work was harder than I thought, and although my legs, my tits, my short skirts, tight belts and cheeky grin got me some easy gigs, generally the world of work was too serious for me, and I was looking for something else – something easier.