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 … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 1100 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes; 1200 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 41 minutes; 8700 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 5800 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4100 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 33 minutes; 7000 words.

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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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 32 minutes; 6800 words.

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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 .. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words.

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‘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. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words.

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