#Harshness:-2-🌶🌶

‘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; 2900 words

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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; 2400 words

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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: 32 minutes; 6800 words

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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: 20 minutes; 4100 words

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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; 8700 words

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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: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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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; 900 words

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Naive, it’s almost a relief to be enslaved. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 4 minutes; 700 words

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THE ‘GIRLFRIEND’: Demoted to sex toy, she simply accepts. THE PICNIC: Being made to strip for his friends resolves so many questions. THE MODEL: Abandoned, naked, in a ruin, to await a new owner, she can think of nothing to do but try to look good. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes; 1200 words

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And then, just as I had begun to feel I was settling in, it started; out of nowhere, a perfectly typical exchange with Mr Nathan about the next batch of manuscripts to be sent back to their hapless authors with rejection letters, he said it; ‘If you were to come over here and use your pretty mouth on my cock, we could discuss some quite attractive side benefits.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5400 words

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