#Scenario-Suborned

The weirder thing was, that— shocked and horrified though I certainly was, in a state of despair about the remaining tatters of my self-respect, tears of abjection still seeping from my eyes, hurting and gripped by the aftershocks of a brutal violation— alongside all that, there was a strange peace in me, a relinquishing, a giving up on myself that was perversely welcome, absolving me of responsibility. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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I’m just a stupid little college girl from the middle of nowhere getting used to what my place in the world really is and it’s not even been twenty four hours and I’m allowed a little crisis every now and then— Maria told me it would happen— but this is good, now, this is right; naked, wet pussy, on my knees, shuffling, weak and powerless, but for a billionaire who knows just how to handle me. This is how I get raped, isn’t it? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 5800 words

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I’ve seen the final entry in your list, and I must say it’s about time; you’ve been shilly-shallying unacceptably on that simple point— which, if you remember, you asked for— for far too long. I need to hear it from you though; do you plan to beg the Partners to take the effort to physically punish you, in order to help you conform to their standards? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3500 words

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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hard, trying to become someone, socially and professionally, and now, immediately, all of that was to be erased, superseded, because none of it was compatible with being a cunt, with being the eager, needy and willing, slavish sex-toy of a cruel and powerful man.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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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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