Discreet Elite
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Most of humanity goes around on their day to day lives. They work, they pay their taxes, and every once and while they vote for people who they think will make a difference. Of course, some theorists believe that there is a hidden world that they cannot see. Far from being insane, these people know the truth... just not all of it.
The true elite of the world are not interested in running the world on a hidden bunker miles below ground or on a hidden airship in the sky. It's much to boring. The true elite would much rather enrich themselves and take their pleasures on something other than world domination. These people hidden in the shadows have their tendrils on everything: banking, media, entertainment... everything. They control which people rise and which fall, and one of the things they love is to take the fallen for themselves.
No woman is ever safe, be it a struggling student or a celebrity at the top of her career, these women will fall, and be turned into latex slaves for the elite.
The Society was founded several hundred years ago by a small international group of extremely wealthy and influential men, and even though its methods have changed, their core fundamental ideology has not. This secret group came into being under the belief that men were superior to women, and as such, women should be subservient to men in every facet of life. As such, the first members of this group enslaved their wives and any other lover they may have had. Such has been their practice for generations, from father to son.
The Society started went underground under the increasing ban on slavery, but their wealth and influence made it so it was easy for them to continue their customs. It became a game for each Master to show off his reach by taking influential and popular women as their slaves. Stage actresses, famous dancers, poets, and musicians quickly became the preferred target for the group.
So it has survived until today, hidden in the shadows from the rest of the world while they secretly expand their power, taking even the most famous of celebrities for themsleves. The most recent change came just a couple of decades ago, with the popularity of latex as a fabric to create clothes with. The group became quite fond of how it looked on their slaves, the way it hugged their bodies so tightly as an ever present reminder of their subservience. It soon became a symbol of their subservience to the more normally clothed men of the society. The decree was soon written:
"Masters wear normal clothes. Slaves wear latex." It was passed unanimously
The structure of The Society has the elite group of men at the very top. There is no leader as every man is independent of one another, but they have agreed to help each other in the expansion of powers, and regular committees are called to make sure that no member rises too much in influence compared to the other members. Healthy competition is common, especially when it comes to comparing their slaves.
Below them are the slaves, who are subservient to the men. These women have no property of their own, no rights, and no freedom, and after the newest decree they are clothed in latex to show their position. The Masters regularly keep their slaves in top shape, and use expensive treatments to maintain their beauty. Each Master is expected to have several slaves as the years go by, and from these several women he is allowed to choose one he trusts to serve as his apex slave.
The apex slave has more privileges than the common slave, is often considered the right hand of the Master, and helps with the task of keeping the other slaves in line. The apex slave is chosen due to her strength of character, her resourcefulness, and most importantly, her loyalty to her Master, for an apex slave is still a slave. These top slaves will often become the wife of the Master. The Society does not believe in regular courtship where the woman is treated as an equal. Bondage is their method of courtship.
So it has gone on for years and years, with no sign of stopping. Every woman in the world can rise as much as she can, but none of them are ever safe from the whims of the Masters, and even those at the top are no more than prey at the mercy of The Society.
RULESOther users are free to write chapters aside from mine but this story will remain moderated. People will be free to write chapters so long as they follow the rules:
1. Any female celebrity can be picked so long as she is over 18 years of age.
2. Latex is the main fetish of the story. The use of it is obligatory if your chapter is to be approved. That said, the extent of the fetish it up to the writer's discretion, it can range from latex lingerie to full on suits and encasment. Other fetishes are also to the writer's discretion so long as they do not include the kinks of the following rule.
3. The following kinks will not be accepted: Gore, Vore, Snuff, Scat, Watersports, Shrinkage, Extreme Body Modification, Mutilation, Bestiality, Underage (the characters must be over the age of 18, both in the story and in real life), and Extreme Violence.
4. Chapters must be of a reasonable length. One line chapters will be rejected immediately. It must be at least a few paragraphs in length, with correct grammar and spelling. All chapters are to be written in 3rd person. There must be an acceptable level of quality to each chapter.
5. Images are allowed, so long as they do not break the guidelines set in rule #3
6. The characters belonging to the eponymous elite can be either men, women, or both if it's a couple or group. The captured slaves must only be women. No hate against gay or femdom writers, but this story is meant to be exclusively M/f, F/f, or MF/f. You are encouraged to take the premise to make your own story.
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