Delicious Whore Pt.1

She becomes addicted to sex with him, and lets him take her down a dark path.

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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Delicious Whore Pt.2

R passes her on to a more demanding owner, Sir D.

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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Delicious Whore Pt.3

She is broken in.

The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability— I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am— a slut, a degenerate, a whore. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3700 words

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Delicious Whore Pt.4

Degraded, she discovers that the day holds more, much more by way of introduction to her new condition. The harshness continues.

And that’s it, now. That’s your life: Whore — Delicious; Delicious — Whore. The more totally you allow us to transform you into a whore, the more often you’ll get to spend time being Delicious—but always knowing that the only point of Delicious is to give the posh folks the fun of treating a sexy, smart, educated young woman of their own class worse than they would treat a street slut—and have her smile and ask them for more. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 62 minutes; 13200 words

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Delicious Whore Pt.5

Sir D assesses her, terrifies her, and finds her unready.

Presenting herself to him at a posh cafe in the park, she is on test. Without touching her, saying only a little, he lets her see just how deeply ensnared she is, and reinforces his control. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words

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Delicious Whore Pt.6

In despair, she recalls the week of cruel 'training' and her many failures.

I despised myself for my failure; a black abyss opening up in my mind. What might become of a girl who had let such a crew of degenerates rape her, then daily enter her home, tie her up, naked, and whip her until she could not contain her despair, a girl who, despite all that, was still not deemed worthy of her owner’s slightest attention, let alone his touch; a million miles from being used for sex, for what I had hoped for, which was for him to fuck me. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words

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Delicious Whore Pt.7

Out of the blue, without warning, she discovers what it is to break. To have been broken.

So many things disappeared from me in those moments. Most of my life had been spent on working hard, trying to become someone, socially and professionally, and now, immediately, all of that was to be erased, superseded, because none of it was compatible with being a cunt, with being the eager, needy and willing, slavish sex-toy of a cruel and powerful man. The sex toy whose best feeling all day had been to be collected by her owner’s slave trainer in chief, the man whose shiny black boots she was tenderly kissing in the public street, her skirts flipped up, showing her pussy to the world, who could feel her breasts popping out of the top of the skimpy dress and who was moving to make sure they did, so that she could feel good about herself. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2600 words

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Delicious Whore Pt.8

She experiences walking as a Whore. It is a revelation. An encounter with a cop.

To allow myself to be totally the creature which lived to be raped was glorious— and terrifying, too— a permanent, all-or-nothing high-wire experience, utterly at the casual mercy of whatever men were around, the knowledge of my certain total and eager submission to anything at they might choose to enact upon me— that I would not resist, but would rather open myself to anything, any infamy at all, with untrammelled sexual responsiveness and helpless, weak gratitude in my heart. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 2900 words

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