Opening my eyes from sleep the next morning, I am hazy from the intensity and disturbing perversity of the dreams I’ve been having, from nights of broken sleep — but most of all by the bizarreness of waking up to process a reality stranger than dreams. I have somehow accepted — in my head at least (physically, nothing at all has changed; I’ve met him twice, he’s hardly touched me) — that I have given myself over to the perverse desires of a virtual stranger. That I am in some sense his. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 43 minutes; 9200 words.

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Now though, the experience of having been so comprehensively, selfishly and thoroughly used and abused by Karsh, of cooking for Karsh, all but naked, my ass alternately swatted and fondled at will, of being offered to Ninotsch like a party favour, all this had changed things. I knew, now, as a bodily experience, what it was to be in someone’s power, to serve because you have no option, to be consumed by the need to serve well, to satisfy, from a place of subjugation, rather than from self-motivation - and what it was like not to be in a position to trust your own judgement - when a capricious master is the only judge that matters. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 31 minutes; 6600 words.

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The ‘phone rang the next day. ‘This is Mr Karsh’ assistant. Am I speaking to Miss S..?’ ‘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: 45 minutes; 9500 words.

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I considered myself incredibly fortunate to have got a job there. McQuarry were very influential and respected management consultants, and I had been totally overawed by the selection process after applying at a graduate fair event. I had been about to give up, when after a seminar, I had a short encounter with her in the corridor; I confessed my fears, and she talked to me a little. At the end, she had simply smiled at me, and said; ‘Don’t give up. Pretty thing like you; be nice to have you around. I’ll be rooting for you.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 95 minutes; 20200 words.

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I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I’m called anything that gets my attention (and I’m shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like ‘pussy’, ‘cunt’, or ‘whore’, but occasionally I do still get ‘Timmy’. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming—that I’m going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further away from the fantasy that I could ever mean anything. Some step that will be agony to take, but which both I and whoever it is asking for it know that I will be helpless to resist. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 39 minutes; 8300 words.

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Estimated reading time: 1 minutes; 100 words.

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We bumped into Andrew in the interval. A stranger to me, he seemed to know Hamilton well—possibly from University, I guessed—they were talking like old friends. Andrew was looking me over rather obviously—I was a bit surprised—but he was Hamilton’s friend, and rather handsome, and, well, I was wearing that dress—and so I tried to make it worth his while, not knowing what else to do. Hamilton hadn’t introduced me, though, and I was feeling more and more conflicted about the whole thing when he finally looked at me and laughed; ‘Aren’t you the little tart, eh? Flaunting yourself for a strange man? Andrew, this is a girl I’ve been fucking for a year or so. Tasty, isn’t she?’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5300 words.

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Chloe is awakened by the door closing; it’s morning, and someone has delivered her a little breakfast—croissants, hot chocolate, orange juice, on a pretty, ornate little metal tray with its own stand. She looks up, still mostly asleep, understands, slowly, that she is naked, in a strange bed, in a strange room; a luxurious, soft bed, in a beautiful, sun-filled room, well furnished with subdued antiques, overlooking lush greenery, countryside. But grand as all this is, she is aware, as she awakes more fully, of something, something huge … and then the memory of the previous night rushes over her, and she is gradually overtaken by a slow, powerful, suffocating panic attack, which has her clutching at the bedclothes around her convulsively as her heart rate accelerates, her breathing gets wilder and deeper, her belly begins to try to turn itself inside out, her legs rigid, cramping, her mind in turmoil. It can’t be. It just cannot be! That … that she … that they … that he … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 63 minutes; 13400 words.

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It seemed no time at all until we were leaving, Yevgenia and I, in a company limo. In the lobby, just before, Yevgenia had showed me how I could lock my own wrists together by working the cuffs against each other at a certain angle, and told me that I should normally do this before leaving company premises, without needing to be asked. She had hung the key on my choker, so that the clients could choose when or if they wanted my hands free. Although it was terrifying to be restrained so, my hands useless behind my back, outside the training centre, in the real world, it was also strangely liberating—I was no longer responsible for my weak obedience—after all, what could I do, chained as I was? These days, I feel stranger unchained than chained. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 60 minutes; 12800 words.

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Tiffany had always considered herself a sensible, intelligent girl - not one to go too far, or forget her dignity. But she is getting bored. At 22, she has a decent job in an office, with some sort of prospects, she supposes, but nothing that excites her. The men that surround her, attracted by her lovely face, her elegant bearing, her frankly gorgeous body, her dress sense, her pretty smile, are nice enough, but again, none of them really excite her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3400 words.

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