Imagining the C-N-C club
We - the wealthy and powerful; what is the point of wealth and power?
(Oh yes; this piece will no doubt be made available on the interwebs, and the strong likelihood is that you, reading this, are neither wealthy nor powerful; be aware that no-one who actually matters gives a flying fuck what you think of it; your views are irrelevant to the people who matter. Your outrage or arguments might perhaps be mildly entertaining as evidence of your pathetic inability to understand your reality, but no more; it’s such a commonplace condition, after all. This is not for you.)
It is to enable us to satisfy our desires without effort. The effort has been made - whether by us or by others (willing or not) our behalf, it soen not matter - but the effort has been made; wealth and power are its representation in the world, and its purpose is to put us in a place where the world should deliver to us what we desires, almost without us having to express it.
But - when we look out at the world - we see, everywhere, barriers to that obvious and - honestly -reasonable, almost mechanically obvious - accrual to our positions of wealth and power.
Nowhere more than in the expression of our sexual desires is this more obvious. The young and beautiful poor want to be available to us, want to be bought and used - they throw themselves at us every day, and yet our freedom to exercise our desires - the freedom od those young and beautiful creatures to deliver to us what we want, are heavily constrained. Social constraints which - for excellent and laudable reasons - apply to the herd, are applied to us, which makes no sense at all, apart from cosmetically.
This document imagines a set of behaviours - a protocol, if you wish, which could change this situation. Which could make it possible for the young and beautiful and poor to make themselves available to us as nothing but desire satisfaction creatures. You could call them slaves, but this would be to miss the point - which is that they must be volunteers, as eager to satisfy our desires - of any kind at all - literally any kind - as we are deserving of their service.
It does so in such a way as to avoid the issue of cosmetics. To allow us and those who wish to become creatures of our desires to be free, away from social constraints, without offending the public morality which importantly constrains the masses.
Let us call it the Consensual Non Consent Club - the C-N-C Club for short. A Club in name only - for in reality there is nothing - nothing that is, but this fantasy document - a pise of social science fiction, if you like - as to how such a thing could be, and yet not be.
If you are young and poor (by which we mean, not a billionaire), and still reading this, there is a fighting chance that you hope you are beautiful enough to be interesting to us a desire satisfaction creature.
If you have been invited to read this, be aware that the person who has invited you is probably a faker, wanting to trick you into sexual servitude. That’s your lookout, and this document will not help you. Sucks to be you. If you do get suckered, and want to make a fuss about it, please do - reference this piece, say everything and anything about how terrible it is, how awful it has been for you, don’t hold back. For one thing, some of these stories are genuine turn-ons, and for another, the more noise there is about how this piece is bullshit, a tool which seducers and scumbags use to entice young people into sexual degradation - honestly, the more of that the better; its such good cover for us. Thank you for your service, prole.
