#Slave by Degrees

She blinks, hard, forces a long, slow in-breath, out-breath, in-breath, knowing that he is watching, that he can see just how hard his words hit, how much effort it is taking her to stay with him, feeling her breasts swell with the deep breath, knowing he can see that. It’s shaming; she has let him see how weak she is, how needy, too— to have accepted such words and not stormed out. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3600 words

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It was impossible to think straight. She was about to whore herself for a job. She was about to strip naked for an old man, be ’tested’ on her non-existent oral sex skills. She was about to get a job she had been dreaming about and working for for months, one which might rescue her from despair. She was about to become a confirmed slut, lose all her self-respect. She was about to cheat on her husband. She was about to betray all her feminist principles. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words

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I feel like a little girl again— one that has been complimented by a big tall man with a beard and all the power and confidence she lacks, feels herself glowing inside at the approval, even though he’s frightening. It’s crazy but it’s also genuine, that warmth; something I want, that I don’t get, never have got, not from anyone else, not even close. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 3000 words

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She had heard and understood the words, registered that they were shocking, outrageous, but had not really made herself consider that this meant that she was to be treated like a girl in some old dirty photograph; laid, bare-bottomed, over his knee, face down, to be spanked, humiliated, belittled. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 21 minutes; 4400 words

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