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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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‘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?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 29 minutes; 6200 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2800 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3800 words.

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