Timmy Pt.2

He tells her how it will be, then takes her.

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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Fatal Attraction Pt.3

A visit to the beauty parlour, a first taste of submission.

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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Three Easy Pieces—two

Three shorts, provoked by pictures.

SHIT GOT REAL: a small town girl discovers that she has the soul of a slut. IT WAS RIDICULOUS: A girl finds herself becoming a live—in whore for her flatmates. ALL THE WAY: A bdsm slave can’t help but ask to be taken too far. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes; 5000 words

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Apologia.

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Read this if you are not sure whether you’ll be happy reading this content—or if you want to know how THW approaches bdsm storytelling. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 9 minutes; 1800 words

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The Cabal

She isn't sure she wants to do this - but she is doing it anyway.

She knew she wanted to do this. Well, almost … probably… She just didn’t know why. She knew why not, of course. She’d done that exercise the self-help books tell you to do; make two headings - WHY TO DO IT and WHY NOT TO DO IT. The second list went on forever, and made all the sense. The first list just said; ‘I think I want to’. Then she had crossed out ’think’ and replaced it with ‘almost certainly’. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3400 words

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Capitulation, Pt1

Her wonderful boyfriend makes a crushing birthday request.

We’d been going out for three years, and moved in together after only a few months, so happy we were to have found each other. I was really happy to come home every day, and it seemed he was too. My friends thought he was lovely—the perfect gentleman—my parents liked him too. We had a great sex life, and enjoyed each other’s company, although we also had our own friends— my girlfriends, his mates. We had discussed kids, and we agreed there, too—no way!—not for a few years anyway… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 49 minutes; 10400 words

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Can you die of shame?

A personal assistant is in too deep..

She was going to die of shame. The anguish which was tearing into her, her mind on fire, her body quivering with desperately contained energy - energy that should be being used to resist, to run, get away from this insanity, but which for some unimaginable reason she was viciously suppressing - this anguish would kill her, surely? Except that experience had taught her it wouldn’t - that she would survive this, this devastating, self-image destroying humiliation - that tomorrow morning, she would wake from a drugged sleep (she hasn’t managed to sleep without pills for weeks), alone in her small iron bed, alive, healthy (apart from the tendernesses), but with a snake-pit of burning shame mixed irretrievably with unlooked for excitement (be honest, call it arousal) writhing in her brain, in her belly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5200 words

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Three Easy Pieces—three

Three shorts, provoked by pictures.

They can’t quite see how it is that they got to where they are, and they definitely can’t see how to escape it. THE SLAVE: owned by a lax master, she is quizzed by a stranger, with a hidden intent. THE COLONEL: her drug dealer boyfriend takes her to the narco lord’s villa for dinner; it looks as if she’ll be staying. THE LAST VESTIGE: Letting go, finally, of the last vestige of her pride, she finally becomes a complete slave. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3800 words

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Somehow…

A happy-go-lucky girl finds herself the sex slave of a narco.

Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She’d met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He’d invited her on holiday. ‘But I’ve got my exams!’ But she’d laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She’d asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. ‘Yeah, yeah’, he’d said; ‘The young ones are mainly sex slaves.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words

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