#Scenario Suborned

'You have enormous capacity for intensity, desire, extremity – but this is either deeply suppressed, or perhaps, you are simply unaware of it – it having never been awakened.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 27 minutes; 5800 words

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I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I'm called anything that gets my attention (and I'm shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like 'pussy', 'cunt', or 'whore', but occasionally I do still get 'Timmy'. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming—that I'm going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further away from the fantasy that I could ever mean anything. Some step that will be agony to take, but which both I and whoever it is asking for it know that I will be helpless to resist. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 39 minutes; 8200 words

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The 'phone rang the next day. 'This is Mr Karsh' assistant. Am I speaking to Miss S..?' 'Um .. Yes, yes, that's me.' A weird flutter in my chest. He HAD been looking at me! Looking at my body, really. I had been a little shocked - such an eminent man. But it had been impossible not to notice. And I had been astonished to discover that I was responding, finding his rather crude attention interesting - flattering. I would never have expected myself to react like that! I kept cool - it was just an interesting sensation really, to discover that I could get flustered by the obvious attention of a rich old man - old enough to be my father. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 44 minutes; 9300 words

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Now though, the experience of having been so comprehensively, selfishly and thoroughly used and abused by Karsh, of cooking for Karsh, all but naked, my ass alternately swatted and fondled at will, of being offered to Ninotsch like a party favour, all this had changed things. I knew, now, as a bodily experience, what it was to be in someone's power, to serve because you have no option, to be consumed by the need to serve well, to satisfy, from a place of subjugation, rather than from self-motivation - and what it was like not to be in a position to trust your own judgement - when a capricious master is the only judge that matters. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 31 minutes; 6600 words

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Opening my eyes from sleep the next morning, I am hazy from the intensity and disturbing perversity of the dreams I've been having, from nights of broken sleep — but most of all by the bizarreness of waking up to process a reality stranger than dreams. I have somehow accepted — in my head at least (physically, nothing at all has changed; I've met him twice, he's hardly touched me) — that I have given myself over to the perverse desires of a virtual stranger. That I am in some sense his. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 43 minutes; 9100 words

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She knew she wanted to do this. Well, almost … probably… She just didn’t know why. She knew why not, of course. She’d done that exercise the self-help books tell you to do; make two headings - WHY TO DO IT and WHY NOT TO DO IT. The second list went on forever, and made all the sense. The first list just said; ‘I think I want to’. Then she had crossed out ‘think’ and replaced it with ‘almost certainly’. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3400 words

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Somehow it had all just happened. Each step along the way made sense at the time. Six months ago, she had been a student having fun at a weekend music festival. She’d met a cool guy, who had been fun, had known people, and had money. He was some sort of drug dealer, maybe. But he was still cool. He’d invited her on holiday. 'But I’ve got my exams!' But she’d laughed, and they were away; first class flights, good hotels, her own amex card. He liked to fondle her in public, liked her to dress in skimpy clothes. The resort was incredible, everything laid on, right on the most beautiful white sand beach … music, food, swimming. She’d asked him why there were few older women— mostly young girls, like herself, permanently in bikinis, sometimes topless, occasionally naked. 'Yeah, yeah', he’d said; 'The young ones are mainly sex slaves.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 3900 words

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It was at the same time the sweetest and the most terrifying thing in her life. And both sensations increased with each go round. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 7 minutes; 1500 words

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And so here is Sweetie, entering the room, heart rate kicking up, as it always does when she comes into the presence of the woman whom she considers (still, despite everything) to be the most important person in her universe, the most wonderful, the most remarkable, the most awe-inspiring, the most beautiful, the most terrifying, the most cruel, the most greedy, the most callous—in short, the one that makes her heart race and her knees wobble, her pussy get warm and her nipples stiffen, her mouth go dry, so that, even if it were not required behaviour, she would need to wet her delicate tongue tip and put it out to moisten her lips. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 38 minutes; 8000 words

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She leaned over and said, softly, in my ear; 'I’m sorry I missed seeing you whipped.' There was no real answer to that but a blush. My heart began to hammer; she knew what had been done to me the other night, which meant she knew how wildly I had come – knew I had been unable to avoid my own response after being whipped and gang-fucked by strangers. She stood back from me and watched. I looked up, wanting to see her eyes, see what she thought of me, frightened, but needy too. Her smile was like hot acid. Her face made it clear that she knew everything and was going to exploit my weakness to the full. I wanted to run, but couldn’t. I wanted her to take me in her arms, there and then, but she didn’t. I looked back at her, knowing, but not caring, that she would see the weakness in my eyes. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 40 minutes; 8500 words

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