#Chloeagency

She’d always been a pretty girl; has been used to men looking at her since she was 13 and her breasts began to grow. Her breasts are obvious—impossible to ignore—large for her slim frame, and firm with it. They’re the first thing people notice about her, and since she has always been a sensual person, enjoying her body; the pleasure it can give and receive. She has happily learned to dress to advantage, although nothing too tarty. And she’s always liked strong, decisive men. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 6000 words

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The two pretty bimbos ahead of her, giggling to each other, flashing their eyes at her, knowing, grinning, teasingly jerking the chain that is snugging itself ever more intimately, ever more outrageously, into the folds of her sex, emphasise that this is not a secret shame, but one obvious to others—and not just the three of them, but those behind her as well—Lord K, frightening D, fascinating M. It's all too much and Chloe, as soon as the door closes behind them, staggers, her thighs trembling, landing on her knees, unable to suppress a desperately weak, embarrassed giggle, overcome with shame and fear—again on the verge of hysteria. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3500 words

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Chloe seems hardly aware of what is happening, eyes unfocused as she is fed yet another little treat sweet, then quickly tidied up, hands once again cuffed at the back of her neck and then led, with the chain again doing its degrading job of encouraging her to move as directed by cutting into her sex; sensitised by the strong orgasms, the intensity of this is sharp, and when the chain pulls tight as she stumbles a little, she moans and gasps out loud, unable to hold her emotion in check, earning a slap on her newly tenderised buttock from Miss A. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 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: 62 minutes; 13200 words

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An hour spent kneeling on the dining room table is an eternity for Chloe. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 31 minutes; 6600 words

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