Belonging to Madame F Pt.1

She is in thrall to the ruthless Madame F. A BDSM Erotica story.

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

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Moving Her On Pt2—Later that Morning

The next day, the impact on her psyche is ruthlessly reinforced.

Now here she is—possessed indeed by him, folded into his life so deeply that she cannot even imagine trying to leave. Having discovered through shocking, shameful violation just what he wants from his possession of her, how absolute, how heartless that possession will be, that no matter whether she has been betrayed, tricked, abused (as no doubt her friends would describe the situation—and in truth, how she would describe the same circumstances applied to any of them), she has been changed, deeply reconfigured, that he has indeed successfully 'moved her on'. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 42 minutes

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Moving Her On Pt3—After the Outrage

Ruined, degraded, she is offered the chance to leave—will she take it?

That's enough, girly. Stop. Don't make this something it isn't. Yes—crazy shit has been done to you; yes, it's been cruel, degrading and abusive; yes, it's far, far beyond acceptable. But think; everything that has happened has happened because you went along with it. Wild though it got, you knew what you were letting yourself in for. He told you in advance. Nothing more will happen to you if you don't want it to. Think about it—did you ever say 'stop'? Say 'No—I don't want this'? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 32 minutes

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Moving Her On Pt4 - The next Evening

Beginning to understand just what her 'moved on' status means. Just beginning...

Chloe, lovely Chloe; you know this won't do. Boyfriends are supposed to be tolerant of emotional outbursts, to take an interest, to wonder if they've done anything wrong, to play the emotional game. But you know - you know that you know, that we're beyond all that, now. Your emotions no longer matter - unless I want to see you emotional for my own pleasure - times when I may wish to see sorrow, humiliation or pain in your eyes. At all other times, you are to thoroughly and consistently suppress all emotional expression - what is expected of you is a smooth and vague expression of pleasant willingness. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 32 minutes

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Moving Her On Pt5—The Evening gets Darker

She begins to learn to accept—even though she knows it's a one-way ticket down.

And now, she finds she does want to cry. Because acceptance doesn't solve anything—just makes it easier to manage. Acceptance of one thing is not going to mean that it's over. In fact, it's obvious that acceptance will just encourage more demands. Acceptance is not going to free her—but deliver her even more fully. And the knowledge—certain in her now—that she is going to accept those demands—encouraging more—and more extreme demands—which she is also going to accept, if she can—that knowledge is, certainly, a cause for tears—because they will eat her up—in the end, there will be nothing left of her but acceptance. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 33 minutes

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Moving Her On Pt6—Apotheosis

The events of the 24 hours since she offered herself as a whore come to a crescendo. A harsh BDSM story.

… fearful it is to fall into the hands of a living God. Hebrews 10:31 [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes

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Castle Shorts 6 - Three Stories

More vignettes from the Castle.

ENFORCED WITNESS: watching other Castle girls used in just the way that distresses them most is a subtle and powerful tactic. A DRIVE IN THE COUNTRY: Serving an elderly Castle Member at his home brings home the insanity of her decision to become a slave. Not that this gives her any will to resist. RESPONDS TO CRUELTY: Her foolish crush on a random guest is ruthlessly exploited. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes

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Anka's Tale—A Castle Story

Anka finds herself colluding in her own enslavement, as a helpless victim of Anne-Marie's almost mystical manipulative powers.

She knew a little, rumours mostly, from girls she had known, about someone called Anne-Marie, about the mythical place called 'The Castle'. Had always wondered whether it could really be true, in this day and age; if such a place could actually exist—a place where girls like herself could get paid a fortune in return for months—even years, she had heard—of their lives; months of total sexual subjugation, of dark abuses. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 33 minutes

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Castle Shorts 7 - Three Stories

More vignettes from the Castle.

Trembling, knowing in their hearts what is happening, their complicity, they lay their vulnerabilities bare, so that they can be used against them. PAUSED: He stops, mid whipping, to play psychological games with her, to devastating effect. CONSIDERATIONS: Her resistance to orgasms from usage as a sex slave is overcome, and it breaks her. ENTRAPPED: Willing to offer anything in return for less frequent whippings, she allows herself to be tricked into signing her life away. Whippings continue, as before. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes

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Timmy Pt.3

The first two hours of her new life; a destabilising assault on her sense of self…

The worst thing about it was that I was so frightened. Not 'run away' frightened, but 'can I survive this?' frightened. This was it. Nothing now lay between me and the uncompromising focused willpower of this greedy powerhouse of a man—a man I had somehow given myself over to on the basis of a few days contact and some extraordinarily abusive sex. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 37 minutes

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