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Estimated reading time: 1 minutes; 100 words.

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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?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5300 words.

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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 … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 63 minutes; 13400 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 60 minutes; 12800 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words.

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‘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 …’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 30 minutes; 6200 words.

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‘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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