‘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?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words.

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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’. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 29 minutes; 6100 words.

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‘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.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 40 minutes; 8400 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 49 minutes; 10400 words.

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You can get emails, follow on twitter, or use an rss feed. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 2 minutes; 300 words.

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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 … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 900 words.

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‘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.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 5800 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 39 minutes; 8300 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4100 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 40 minutes; 8400 words.

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