#Harshness 2

After dinner, her boyfriend had made some excuse — gone to meet a friend about some drugs, he said, and left her alone with his step-father and the other man — a guest, heavy, unattractive, stubbly beard, heavy gold chains, thick, wet lips. She knew who he was, some fashion business mogul. They had ignored her, mostly — talking business and politics, which had made her increasingly mad. She knew that she was pretty, and she knew that they thought she was pretty; she had got into the habit of watching men’s eyes as they noticed her; she knew. And there was something else, too. The knowledge that she was a pretty young girl, on her own with two very rich men … [Read More]

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'It’s me, Chloe.' Her voice is bright—too bright—he can hear the carefully repressed tension beneath the light, cheery tone. He’s fairly sure he knows which Chloe, but he decides to play her cool. 'Who?' A little pause; her heart skitters, she almost hangs up. But she needs him, and so she tries to be flirty and coy; 'You USED to call me Pretty Chloe, last year' 'I know a lot of pretty girls' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes

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Every now and then, D or F or K would ask me out for a drink, and would take me back to my place and fuck me, and I found myself wanting to go— eager to please them; even though they began to take and use me more and more crudely, with less and less consideration for my pleasure or self respect, I was helpless to resist, overwhelmed by their strength— flattered by their desire. It became harder and harder to hide this— the fact that I responded with least restraint when they were crude and when they degraded me ... [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes

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The interview was going well. She was smiling and flirting with the three dark suited partners. They were in their forties, extremely rich, powerful and relaxed. She was 23, a lovely, sexy thing, dressed in a smart but oh-so-sexy little skirt-suit, even though she was penniless, and aware that her resume was pretty thin. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes

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'Chloe, we need you in the boardroom in five. Freshen up and look your best please.' J, over the intercom. Chloe's heart pounds. All three of them - is this it - are they going to fire her? She feels her probationary week has been all over the place - the giggles, the forgetting things, the twisted stocking seams, her instinctive reactions against groping not always restrained. Her heart hammers as she renews her lipstick, mascara, powder, checks her little outfit, lastly pinching her nipples to stiffen them, so they show clearly through the gauzy blouse. They are seated in front of the board table, an a loose arc, relaxed. There is no chair for her. She stands, nervously in front of them, hands at her sides, uneasy. From nowhere, she finds herself dropping a little curtsey, lifting the tiny skirt yet higher, then giggling and flushing, having flashed her shaven pussy. This is the whole thing - she is so unsure of herself, while they are so cool, grinning at her calmly, while she tries to keep her knees from quivering visibly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes

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I was 26 when I met him—R. I was working as a lawyer—I was doing pretty well; I had always been smart, and having a pretty face, nice manners and a good figure never hurt anyone either. I was no dummy, swept off my feet by a charmer. It was just that he was remarkable. Rich, handsome, easy manners; very casual but also very personal when he spoke to you. I met him at a party, where he made it clear he liked me, liked my looks—in a very direct way, without any bullshit, but managed to be flattering and engaging. I was charmed, in spite of myself. I liked him too, and liked his friends, and basically invited myself back to his flat, where he entertained me for a little while, and then, delightfully, uninhibitedly, masterfully, fucked my brains out. I had never been taken to such heights, or felt it so intensely. I thought I was in love. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 31 minutes

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The skirts they buy are very short indeed, but absolutely gorgeous; flippy pleated ones, a tight, severe grey one with a flirty kick pleat and a slit in the side that would show a thong strap --- or not. Outrageously high mules with a light platform. Many pairs of slinky thigh-high stockings with pretty lace details. A whole collection of sexy designer thong panties. The partners had suggested that Chloe be provided with a series of tight bustier/corsets, over which only pale crop blouses are to be worn --- with one or two buttons only, or a tie front. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes

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In the lobby of a small and obviously very exclusive hotel, he stopped me. 'Chloe. Today— today I’m trusting you not to let me down. Don’t worry— you won’t— I know you’re ready.' We arrived at a very exclusive restaurant on a hotel terrace, a few floors up— very luxurious, even by his standards. I was flattered, impressed, to be taken somewhere so special. We were led to a table by the Maitre D’. I felt eyes on me, but as long as I was with R, I gloried in being so obviously dressed to excite sexual attention. Then I realised we were heading for an occupied table. A man a decade or so older than R, very strong looking, rich looking, but restrained, calm, easily confident and assured. His face a little ugly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 41 minutes

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He saw her on her knees, in the slutty schoolgirl outfit, giving head, and bought her, on the spot. She wasn’t really on the scene, they were just swingers having an adventurous night, but he offered her and her man so much money that she said yes, for a month. At first, she didn’t get it — just thought he was a rich guy who wanted good blowjobs and a bit of dressing up. When she finally realised that he was serious, she became hysterical, and had to be restrained. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes

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Why did she allow this? Why did she stay here, knowing that this (and so many, many other things) will happen? 'Happen?' No, these things don’t just happen—they are forced upon her. If her compliance now, holding herself as required, should falter, then there will be no respite, no let off, no safe word. None. She will be chained, restrained, forced, humiliated further, and then, in the end, ravaged, begging, she will comply anyway. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 4 minutes

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