#Cruelty-Don't-Read!

Yolanda is 22, quite pretty, quite clever, personable, quite well read and educated, likes nice things. A very normal seeming girl. But she’s no-one. No-one, to herself, that is. A nothing. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3300 words

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You’ll have noticed that you are a relatively young group— all talented, capable and interesting people, only recently started out in life. The mentors are generally a little older, well resourced, established. The purpose of these carefully selected gatherings is to introduce you to people who are willing and able to help you progress. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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It is a continual astonishment to her to experience just how immediately, how directly the knowledge of her extreme vulnerability to Gerald’s caprice makes every moment of her existence special. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 8 minutes; 1700 words

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Something in me wanted to live up to the image, and was more than obedient, but actively complicit, in trying to walk well, to live up to the mirror image as she allowed the chauffeur to hand her from the limousine, as she walked into the chic and exclusive restaurant she was to have lunch in with her debaucher, with her abuser-in-chief, with the de-facto owner of her life, since she had not had the strength to end herself in the night. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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He circled back, tried again, rearing up at her, snapping jaws so close to her face, to her naked breasts, his sharp claws, too, but even though she wanted, wanted desperately for it to work, to be frightened back into obedience, into relative safety, it was all too much, and she went the other way, suddenly flailing at the creature, screaming at it with all her strength, all her fear, all her despair, trying to frighten it away, and then she had gone too far for him. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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I could not speak, felt myself helplessly blushing, could not look at him, my heart thumping, felt a great fear rising in me. Fear that I was going to be unequal to whatever this was; for it felt as if it was about to become something, and I felt very certain that I would do almost anything to have that something— even though I had no idea what it might be. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2700 words

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They had not tied her up, not locked the door, not told her where she was allowed to go, just put her in this bare room with its grotty en-suite, left the door open, and told the dog; ‘Hold!’. The dog would be relieved every few hours by another one - though they all looked alike to her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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She knew just what it was that Weinstein wanted from her, and it was appalling and tragic, but she spent almost no time feeling the awfulness of it; there was no time. Nothing else mattered in any case, not when set against the immediate threat of being subjected to the hot coals again, of losing her mind, losing herself forever. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2200 words

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This post is in the CRUELTIES category. Don’t read it.

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The fictional blog posts of a young woman who has accepted the suggestion of the man who uses her that she should record her journey as a ‘conscious cunt’— a woman working intentionally to continuously deepen her servitude, and at the same time ruthlessly to repress her sense of self and agency over her body, in particular its use and abuse.

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Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4100 words

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