#Indentured

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; 1000 words

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'It … it’s—now?' Her belly is tying itself in knots. It can’t! It can’t be! No! Not now, of all times! 'There … there must be a mistake.' she hugs the wall, looking for some solidity—but her voice and her search lack all conviction. 'She knows', he thinks; 'she's weak.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 4 minutes; 800 words

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'I mean .. this .. this is so .. weird..' - 'Is it? A man appreciating a beautiful young woman? I should say it’s fairly normal.' A half laugh; her breasts jiggle only a little, making their young firmness deliciously obvious. 'No.. I .. I mean ..' - 'You being naked for me?' - 'Um .. um, yes.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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And she—for the first time in the weeks she has been in this strange place, with its increasingly dreamlike quality—she had given herself over—offered herself, accepted—even in the presence of his laughing friends with their crude jokes—had not held anything back from him, allowing him to open her thighs to show them just how wet she was, how her hips kept thrusting with fierce little jerks; her arousal, her need unmistakeable. Her cheeks hot, her voice soft and throaty with desire, facing them, she had begged him to make use of her as if she were his slave. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2400 words

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I … I know you… You don't think I'm pretty … or … or sexy; like the others … but. … I … I'm not … not like them. I … I don't know how to … to dress sexy, or … or wiggle … wiggle my hips… But … but I … … I … think about you. A lot. About … about you … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 900 words

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Heather has been here so many times—even more, if you count the times she has imagined it. But she has never gone in, never crossed the threshold. A discreet but elegant door, in a discreet office block, in an expensive side street off the highest rental square in the financial district; the equally discreet and elegant sign says simply; 'Macadam Executive training. Originators of the Perfect PA programme'. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 6000 words

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'Now, Kellee, you might be surprised by this, but we have some work for you, already.' What! They, of all people, must know I was the least ready of all of the group—some of the other girls, I knew now, had already been whores and strippers. All of them were more comfortable with their status, their chosen path, than me—and all of them spoke Russian, even the ones from other countries, while I was still groping for even simple words. 'But .. I .. I'm not ..' 'I understand, pretty; you are right—you are not most sexy girl of group. You are not at all ready to be sexy escort. You have no training in the sex yet. Of course, we know this; and, of course, this is why you are selected; certain gentlemen like to use girls like you—innocent girls—girls without the tricks. Very pretty girls, of course, very willing girls; but not girls who are confident, not girls who know exactly what to do. Understand?' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 22 minutes; 4600 words

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It seemed no time at all until we were leaving, Yevgenia and I, in a company limo. In the lobby, just before, Yevgenia had showed me how I could lock my own wrists together by working the cuffs against each other at a certain angle, and told me that I should normally do this before leaving company premises, without needing to be asked. She had hung the key on my choker, so that the clients could choose when or if they wanted my hands free. Although it was terrifying to be restrained so, my hands useless behind my back, outside the training centre, in the real world, it was also strangely liberating—I was no longer responsible for my weak obedience—after all, what could I do, chained as I was? These days, I feel stranger unchained than chained. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 56 minutes; 11900 words

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Without raising her eyes above the level of his knees, the girl turned her head toward our host. She was obviously twitchy. 'Tell them—tell them how you became a sex slave. Tell them how it was for you. Look up. She shudders, as if an electrical shock had passed through her. Naked, on her knees, she slowly raised her head, blushing a little. Her lips trembled a little, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. At last, after clearing her throat, she spoke, breathy, nervous, but clear enough; 'Ah hahmm… I … I’m sorry. I … I haven’t been permitted to speak for three weeks. Aah… [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 3900 words

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A junior lawyer introduces us to Peter Strachey, author of the first 'full-service' contract, the test case that established it, and recounts her first meeting with him. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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