#Psychological

Like a small miracle, she was rewarded for this abject surrender to her depair with a realisation. It wasn't Andrew who had made her into this shameful thing, this weak, dirty whore; she had been like this all along, underneath; it was not possible that Andrew should have degraded her in such a short time if she was not already what He had seen in her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3300 words

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Odile wanted to run away; either that, or go to her knees and tell everything. But neither were possible, and so, her voice hesitant and husky, she tried to explain; 'It … its my … it's this … this man. He … He has … requirements.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3700 words

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Odile let out an involuntary squeal, which rapidly turned into a soft, strangled wail— violently suppressed, as she desperately did not want Lauren to hear anything at all of this— as, without the slightest warning or explanation, some cool, hard, angular object was firmly pushed against the folds of her inner labia. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 8 minutes; 1700 words

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It was awful, awful, to find herself so frightened, so pathetically subservient to Nadia, to experience such stress over such small disapproval, to have been so completely and effortlessly subordinated; but there was nothing else in Odile's body but a desperate, humiliating desire to please. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2000 words

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He held her, then, curled on his lap, and said to her; 'Cry. Cry now. I want to hear your pain and shame, your fear and despair.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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Nothing mattered but Him; in His presence— even His servant's presence— she was nothing; nothing but need, and vulnerability. She was on a knife edge; would always be on a knife edge, must always offer herself to that knife edge— between being discarded, and being abused. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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She was nothing, and she would be tightly, claustrophobically controlled, and she would shamed in public, and violently raped, and made to experience intensity; sexual, despairing, agonising, humiliating, suffocating intensity. And one day, one day, perhaps, it would destroy her, as He had told her, but it would be worth it, for occasional moments like those. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 2900 words

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It was bitter, and hard, and twisting in her, but it seemed the time for even token resistance was past, as the certainty, the inevitability of this defeat, this tragedy built itself into her; as she worked to make herself understand that this was an inevitable part of her submission, and Odile was trembling with it. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2400 words

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Her tears stopped; she was His, Once again, the unquestioning way in which his desires were inflicted upon Odile calmed her, made everything meaningful; she had only to lean in to this careless domination of her body by His proxies to lose herself, to put her own petty concerns into perspective; see herself for the weakling she was, effortlessly dominated by His will, even in His absence. It wasn't safety, but it was Him in charge, and it was a deep relief to let herself be controlled. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3100 words

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