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Introduction: In the near future, a young Irish girl fulfills her fantasy of becoming a prostitute at Japans most expensive brothel: the Kink Palace, a place where there are no limits… only price-tags. Chapter One
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So what are the risks of… you know. Of dying? Kathryn asked.

We take every precaution, the Japanese man across from her guaranteed. He was in his late forties – gaunt, stoic, the stereotypical Asian businessman in a sharp suit and thin glasses. He regarded her scrutinizingly, like a material resource perhaps, but not moreso than he would look as such upon any other clerk that worked for his organisation. The Palace contracts the very best doctors in the country and we have the resources to have specialists flown from as far as the US within twenty-four hours, he continued with only a faint hint of an accent.

But… the redheaded girl on the other side of the desk prompted him.

The man shrugged, Accidents happen. Very rarely. The customers are heavily penalised, naturally. It is not in our interest to lose any girls at all, he remarked, it simply makes no sense fiscally. We have extended our range of services, he opens his arms, as far as we can. With the standards we maintain it is a struggle to keep our current portfolio at what it is. If our workers were afraid for their lives, there would simply not be enough women in the world to meet our criteria, he smiles. We would be out of wares to trade.

Kathryn nodded a little, feeling the heat rising up under her skin as she contemplated the implications. She knew them by heart, of course. Shed fantasised for years. Yet the reality of a man behind a desk telling you what you must be prepared to do felt different. So, ah… the limitations… she looked across toward the businessman.

Yes. This is how the Kink Palace distinguishes itself, the businessman acknowledged. In all other establishments, the client is presented with a selection… and he is forced to choose, not by the personality or the appearance of the girls available to him, but by their speciality. They are forced to play by the whims of the hostesses, rather than the other way around. One might be repulsed by bestiality, for example, another might insist that her clients be circumcised and… other such whimsical fancies, he chuckled. Many girls are afraid of knives, so if a client would like to indulge in some, bloodplay as it is called in English, then he might well only have one or two options available even if the establishment boasts a selection of dozens, yes?

Here, our guarantee is that, not only do we cater to the widest possible selection of kinks, but also that every hostess in our employ, every single one, is open to every single kink… the Japanese man continued speaking with a slow, carefully paced tone, pausing to lift a finger. No, he corrected himself, not open. Eager, he emphasised, each one is eager and willing no matter her clients requests.

The Irish girl crossed her legs, glancing out of the window across the night-lit Tokyo skyline. So these limits are, uhh… she swallowed a tiny lump in the back of her throat as her attention drifted to the contracts laid out on the table in front of her.

That as a result of your treatment you are not likely to suffer any permanent impairment of your abilities, lasting discomfort or any class of disability, the businessman explained calmly, looking at her straight in the eye. So in truth, every fetish is permitted at a reasonable price, he opened his hands, the limitations primarily concern… physical damage. An expensive but, nonetheless, very popular indulgence among our clients, you must be aware, the man leans forward. You most certainly can be hurt, Miss… Kincordie, I cannot stress how important it is for you to be aware of that. And you very much can be hurt in ways that are… permanent. Merely so long as they are not classed as debilitating.

Processing the words, the girl nodded, It says I might receive brands and… tattoos, right? she asked, her voice almost a whisper. And…

Yes. Many clients enjoy marking their favourite girls. Some more than others. In that list you will see the limited list of… mutilations that we allow and consider them to be non-debilitating. For instance, it is permissible for a client to ask for a ring finger but not a thumb. An ear, but not an eye. His face became graver, These are all very expensive operations and few girls must ever undergo such tasks, the businessman insisted, but every woman who works here must be prepared to face such a request not merely with acceptance, but with a smile. Do you understand that Kathryn? Do you believe you could?

Yeah… Kathryns voice came out barely audible and she took a moment to recollect herself. Yeah, I could, she nodded, more confidently this time. I… I think it would be hot, she admits with a quiet shudder.

Excellent. You have performed very well on the physiological and psychological evaluations. If you would simply sign here, here and here, then we can consider your employment contract with the Kink Palace official.

Interlude
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In 2020, the world faced the third decade of the new millennium. The world marched steadily onward, the same but different, change coming – as it always does – not in leaps, not in silver spacesuits and jetpacks, but in small details. Connectedness, cellphones, iPads. VHS tapes ushered a new age of pornography in the 20th century, but no technological advance was as revolutionary and widespread as the internet to every aspect of human existence. Societal norms were swept up and dissolved in a truly global community that had not existed since the fall of the Tower of Babel. And expose of humanity, from the core to the fringes.

What does it mean to be a freak? Even as television once brought information to the masses, disseminated across five terrestrial channels to the entirety of the United States, the norm was established with it. The mainstream. The Honeymooners. The Brady Bunch. It united people under an unwavering monolith of normalcy. Without choice, people could simply commune over their common interests – interests that had to be common. Those who diverged immediately became outcasts, the comic book nerds, the IT guys, the rednecks.

With the digital age information dissemination altered unimaginably. The five channels became five hundred. Films turned to video games, where no single experience is quite like another. The internet replaced the unifying monolith with a gaping chasm of diversity. In turn every interest became fringe and every fringe became mainstream. When Spiderman hit the theatres, how many comic book nerds did it create? How many young souls sat quivering in a film theatre frightened but aroused the first time they watched a SAW film? How many gagged in front of their friends as they laughed watching 2 Girls 1 Cup only to Google the clip and watch it again and again at night in the comfort of their own rooms, retching at every frame as they masturbated?

A new culture was born – at first termed hipsters, which glorified this diversity. The fringe literally did become mainstream and the commune was no longer of people coming together over common interests, but sharing their most uncommon ones.

In a society where the fringe, the deviant and the bizarre found themselves on equal footing with the mundane, such distinctions begun to lose meaning. What can rightly be called shocking and obscene when the majority of the population will have watched it on YouTube and laughed? Oh, them comic book nerds. Oh them Americas Got Talent Nerds. Oh, them furries. Oh, them guro fans. Oh them football fans. Arent they funny? Arent they weird? Who isnt?

In 2021, the Kink Palace opened in the heart of Tokyo. Despite the fears of stricter censorship after the RapeLay crisis, a decade later the global shift in attitude resulted in a political apathy once words such as obscene and perverse were banded about. The few who still droned on about the state of public moral health were ignored up until the point when an ailing economy saw the relaxation of prostitution laws and, eventually, the drafting of new regulations to promote healthy and diverse sex tourism across the island nation.

The Palace was founded by a coalition of wealthy businessmen with the capital to invest into the fledgeling industry and capture the imagination of the world: a place that catered for every fantasy. The most elaborate facilities with the most beautiful girls, each and every one of them ready and willing at a moments notice, with a smile on their lips. Just as long as you had the bank account for it.

Chapter Two
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Come on Kathy, youre being ridiculous, Ruth wrinkled her nose, giving her friend a queer look. You wouldnt last a day. What if… I dunno, you could be asked to do anything. ANYTHING. Like, dress up like a bunny rabbit and lick some guys dogs balls, she snickered.

Yeah, but… Kathryns blush spread across her freckled cheeks. Its kinda romantic in its own way, isnt it? I mean those girls theyre at the top of their class. Two hundred of the kinkiest, most beautiful women in the WORLD and getting paid like it, she gesticulated like she always did when she got tipsy.

Around them the lights of the Dublin nightclub flashed, swirling hologrammatic decor projected into the ceiling – galaxies and dizzyingly huge nebulae, as if the entire dance hall was being propelled at warp speed through a celestial vortex. The three of them sat around a small table, having turned its sound isolation up until the music was muted enough for them to speak without shouting. The throbbing bass of the dance music continued to reverberate through their bodies however, irrespective of the electronic dampening, even while the audible component was rendered inaudible.

Ruth had transferred to school in Dublin when she was fourteen and now, two years later, she had become Kathryns best friend, or thereabouts. The blonde Glaswegian was pretty – with flowing hair, an ample, perky D-cup bust and a partying streak a mile wide. She was the most outgoing of their bunch and had no shortage of boyfriends. That night shed brought Darren along, a lanky teen with curly hair from the year above.

As she sat in her lap, nursing an empty cocktail glass, the seventeen-year-old cuddled her and leant down to kiss the Scottish girl, making her squirm against him, a hand quietly reaching down into his skinny jeans.

While Ruth was pretty, Kathryn was gorgeous – or so everyone told her. She watched the couple from the other side of the table, still sipping at her white Russian. The redhead was pure Irish and a bit on the short side, but her pink, freckled cheeks, plump ruby lips and wide, iridescent green eyes were to die for. Or so she was told. To top it off, her hair grew in long, luscious and silky locks, coloured a stunningly bright and very natural red. She was a passing athlete to top it off – in good shape, with a perky pair of C-cups that commanded their own respect and attention.

As fortune would have it, she was also the heavily bookish type. Going out on the blitz never held that much interest for her. Sure, there was the sex and the strippers and the booze, but frankly – there was little she couldnt enjoy in the peace and quiet of her own home. Without the blaring music, the flashing lights, the drunk freshers from the universities making passes at barely-legal fifteen year-olds. She was not a fan of crowds. The mediated turn-by-turn dialogue of a chatroom, certainly, but not this thing… so many people, all talking to each other, where you have to grab at every little pause in conversation and squeak and hope people pause talking and listen to you, followed by the awkwardness when you start speaking and someone else does half a second later and you pause and hope that theyll respectfully let you continue what you started first, but then they just keep on talking like you never even said anything…

That is not to say that Kathryn Kincordie did not have a social life, far from it. But she met most of her friends online, while her school hours were focused on work, either curled up alone in the library with a tablet, chatting to someone online or down in the design workshops, polishing trinkets for extra credit in her metalwork classes until one of her friends like Ruth would decide to drop by for a chat. Of course she had boyfriends – few guys could resist the quiet, shy redheaded cutie and many would seek her out. A fair few would even elicit a blush and a smile and a few blissful weeks would be spent in sweaty embraces under the bedsheets every afternoon after school. But while shed chat for hours about the socio-political studies, or the implications of Godels incompleteness theorem on the nature of truth, the consensus was established that she was a dull girlfriend as she was never one to go out, go to parties, or really do anything couply at all. Other than fuck.

The ones that did not grow bored of her, she grew bored of herself – her own sexual interests deviated from most of her classmates and once the newness of a strangers cock pressing against her skin during a languorous Saturday afternoon wore off, she found she had no real use for them. When she celebrated her fifteenth, she unwrapped her first vibrating dildo courtesy of her mother, while her dad gifted her a pre-paid all-site pass for Kink.com. Having themselves first met online in World of Warcraft and courted by means of months of orgiastic all-night erotic roleplay, Sienna and Brien Kincordie where hardly the paragons of conservatism.

Kathryns gaze wandered across to the stage, some fifteen feet from where they sat. Lit up gorgeously from below, nude figures twisted ecstatically, glistening with sweat amidst swirls of luminescent smoke – spinning for the entertainment and arousal of club goers. Closest to them were a couple, both intimately wrapped around a pole and each other. The woman looked like she was a college student, blonde and buxom. The breasts looked natural, but Kathy thought she could see traces or fresh scars from an operation. The man was some twenty-five years older, well-built, with jagged hair and a proud erection.

The intimacy and eroticism of their dance was practically palpable, her vice-like grip on his cock as they kissed, broke apart, mounted the pole, then reunited. With effortless grace, she inverted herself, spiderman-kissing her partner from above. As the teen watched, she wondered if they were an actual couple. Mixed, male and female, strippers became all the rage since before shed even set foot in a club, catering to both the girls and the guys on the dancefloor, rousing their tempers to the beat of the music. But the missing ingredient was discovered when some club owner realised that rather than having a pole each, the result was so, so much more fascinating when they shared the poles, to at a time. You can only watch the rippling muscles of a perfect Adonis for so long: the interplay of two beings in romantic, intimate union, however, was something else entirely.

Naturally, it was another show entirely when a real spark existed between the two dancers, something that could silence half a room as they would themselves become embodied, enraptured and entranced within the lovers art. Show business was show business however, and while skilful couples could earn a respectable living performing for the masses, many more learned to fake it when it meant keeping their jobs.

Hi, how are you beautiful guys and girls doing, would you like any more drinks, top-ups? Kathy was torn from her reverie as the table was attended to by a young lad with a shaved head and a Scottish accent. The cheerful sort, likely just out of school, working part-time to save up for university. He stood shirtless, wearing leather chaps, his bare cock swaying between his bared thighs at an impressive length, getting a little giggle out of Ruth.

Im good, Kathryn blushed, shaking her head as she hid her smile behind her white russian, while watching the attendant with a degree of amusement. This club was definitely posher than Ruths usual haunts.

What about you two? the boy turned to Ruth and her boyfriend, distracting them from their canoodling. Can I refill your glass for you sweetie?

The blonde Glaswegian looked up with a little smile, Sure… ahh… Ruths eyes searched around and hit upon Kathys drink. Whats that youre drinking, Kitty-Kat?

White russian, the redhead shrugged quietly.

Ooh, okay. Ill have one of those then, Ruth nodded, handing the handsome attendant her empty glass. Aaaand… she added before he had a chance to depart, lips curling into a teasing smile, a layer of your thick, creamy spunk on top, if you will, er…. whats your name cutie?

Michael Fiennes, the young man laughed warmly, Ill get right on that, he nodded back with a little wink, tapping up the price on his tablet. Ruth waved her debit card and a moment later he was off, with a little wave.

Darren shook his head with a mock sigh, Youre such a teasing little slut, he muttered, nibbling on his girlfriends ear.

Oh, why – did you want some too? We can share…

Kathy finally finished off her drink once Ruths new friend zipped off to get a white russian, flashing her friend a little smile at her antics. So what do you want to do once you graduate? she wondered idly, avoiding setting her glass down on the table, lest the device flagged it as empty and sent another nude waiter their way for expensive refills.

Not my ken, the blonde shrugged it off, maybe work at a place like this for a while, meet some cute boys, maybe an older gent of some handsome description and wealthy persuasion, she winked. Maybe one with a healthy appetite for young boys asses… she leant back, planting a gnawing kiss on her boyfriends cheek, evoking a retaliatory bite from Darren in turn, plunging the two of them into giggles and more squirming.

But you dont think I should go to Japan? Kathryn sighed. I mean, I can learn some Japanese by then, Im cute, Im kinky… she shook her head, why dont you think?

Ruth pushed Darren away for a moment as she leant forward, Kitty-Kat, you know its not like that. I know youre into freaky shit and Im sure you might enjoy some of the stuff they do at the Kink Palace, but I dunno, doing that stuff for work just isnt the same, dont you think youd just spoil it for yourself, having to do this kinda thing day in, day out? she sighed. And its not like its a career for you, you wanna do… what was it you said?

Umm, I want to start a company making jewellery and sex toys, the redhead blushed a bit. But I mean its not like Id be there long, most girls only have to work for a year or two until they have like ten million in the bank account and theyre basically set, right? she countered. I could really use capital like that, I could start up something serious with that money, not like some homemade online shop, but a real business.

Mm-hm, or maybe one of your clients gets a bit too eager, strangles you a little bit too much and they send your parents a compensation check of some, say, fifty million to make up for the Tragic Loss. You dont know what kinda psychos would be using you over there. Its NOT going to be fun, Kitty-Kat. Ruth squeaked as Darren pinched her nipple through the sheer, black top she was wearing. Oi! Stop it, horny perv, she slapped his hand away, pouting playfully as she popped off his lap and walked over to Kathy, leaving the teen having to cross his legs to hide the erection he was sporting.

Right, Ruth continued, where was I… so yeah. And then theres the chance theyll do something really nasty to you and youll end up with their golden parachute retirement package because they cant use you anymore. Sure, great if you like the money, but that would only be because they Really Fucked You Up. Right? You dont want that, she stroked Kathys chin softly. And you know, likeliest outcome is youll get there and theyll say, Eh, youre okay, but not our kinda girl. And youll waste like a whole year bumming around Japan, barely getting by on strip clubs and hostess cafes.

Kathy stayed silent through the monologue, watching Ruths chin move as the Scot spoke. Once the hand comes up, she took the girls fingers and pulled them away, shoulders slumping. A part of her wanted to yell at the blonde. It was the same thing everyone else had told her. Her parents tried to scare her with stories of Japanese cannibals who liked to eat the skin off teenage girls who squirmed around while still alive. Her teachers kept telling her how good her grades were and encouraging her to go into engineering. The one person whose support shed always hoped to count on was now here with the same tired old platitudes, making the Irish girl want to shout and tell her to fuck off for once because for once she knew what she bloody well wanted. Or at least she felt like she did.

Eeyy, one white russian with cum on top for the lovely blonde, yes? the attendant veered back around the table with a drinks tray and an erection. Would you care to watch, or care to perform the honours, he chuckled, distracting Ruth away from her best friend.

Oh! the Glaswegian brightened up then glanced at her boyfriend – now left by himself across the table – with an evil look. Mm, I think Ill do the honours. Is it okay if I use my mouth?

Be my guest lass, but if you spill any youre nae getting seconds unless you pay for another shot.

Chapter Three
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Katareena-chan?

Kathy had dozed off. She squirmed in the large chair at the sound of her name, broken down and reassembled out of foreign syllables, her limbs tightening up in response to the startlement that brought her out of her reverie.

I am very sorry for the wait, the Japanese woman smiled bashfully. The girl recollected that shed introduced herself as Yuna, speaking the language fluently as if Kathy had been a native speaker, making it a little hard to follow her at times. You are looking very lovely indeed today, her gaze ran down the redheads pale skin.

After a week of basic training, Kathryn found herself shivering as she had now entered the Kink Palace as an outsider for the last time. Yuna had greeted her, stripped the girl naked, and bid her to wait in the make-up chair while she fetched her records. In spite of her nudity, she felt warm and comfortable in the upholstered white leather, every part of the room clean and smooth like the Apple stores she used to visit as a child. Before her was a tall mirror, showing a buxom Irish beauty with a pointed nose-tip, cascading rivers of fire down her shoulders and peppered freckles that adorned her chest until it curved out into pert, somewhat puffy, pink nipples. At some point, the comfort of the seat made her doze off.

Its okay, Kathy replied, carefully forming the Japanese words on her lips as she smiled up at the hostess. Yuna wore the classical uniform of the Kink Palace – a white, button-up shirt that was carefully tailored to fit snugly around the womans curves, thin three-quarter length white hose, designed to accent the buttocks, and a pair of featureless white slippers. All in all, the impression was sterile and almost medical, easily something a nurse might wear as well as being, perhaps, almost surprisingly conservative.

Yuna herself was thin and rather tall compared to most of the Japanese girls Kathy had gotten to know during her stay in Tokyo. She also had the appearance of a model, as well as the countenance of one – perfect posture, graceful, elegant movements and that alluring, enigmatic gaze that felt as if her eyes had been trained by rote to always look just a little bit past the camera, at something mysterious out there beyond the shot. She wore her hair long and straight, brushed into a glossy black sheen.

Her uniform bore no insignia, no gaudy advertisement of the Kink Palace like one might have seen on a Hooters Girl or a Playmate in the US a decade past. It was impressed on Kathryn from early on that the Palace Hostess role is one of subtlety, until she was called upon to be otherwise. Only one identifier was required, yet it alone spoke volumes: a thin, black band stretched around Yunas neck, intricately ornate. Though easily mistakable for a fashionable choker, up close there was no doubt it was in fact a masterful tattoo, inked all the way around her throat. The Kink Palace logo, in roman and katakana characters, formed the centre of the ornament, very permanently emblazoned into her skin and that of every other hostess – a mark of pride and shame, submission and prevalence.

You were born in 2009, yes? the Japanese woman dexterously tapped her fingers across the tablet in her hands, standing between Kathy and the mirror. Twenty years old, born Katareena Keen-Koru-Dee, she asked rhetorically.

Yes and… yes, Kathy nodded. I was twenty last winter.

Yunas fingernails, Kathryn noticed, were a bright, glittering pink, clacking on the glass of the tablet every time she pressed something. Very good health condition, normal psychological profile, psychosexual data is still to be gathered… yes, everything is very much in order. She lowered the pad, So your shift will begin in three hours, I hope you are prepared for the experience of a lifetime, the brunette smiled politely with an odd spark in her eye. I am here to help you get ready and get you set up.

Okay.

Yunas fingertips brushed across the girls skin, making the redhead shiver as they slowly travelled over her leg and followed the curve of her toned stomach. I see you were thoroughly waxed during your training. That is very lovely. Your skin is perfect and it will save us some time. We will begin with your makeup and then apply your tattoos. After that, youll be ready to have your digital avatar captured, first nude, then with your uniform. At nine, you should be ready to meet your client.

While the older woman spoke, she opened up several silver cases of cosmetics, first brushing Kathys hair back, before starting on her face. She went easy on the foundation so as to preserve the natural freckles and soft transparency of the girls rosy skin, yet the Japanese beauty was an artist with her brush, touching up her complexion in all the right places to give a very natural-seeming radiance. My client? the redhead wondered, biting her lip a little at the thought. I thought…

Yes, we have a few gentlemen who are regular customers who very much enjoy being the first clients of our new girls. It is a harmless privelege that comes with an elevated price – once a new hostess signs her contract, her preliminary details are published online, allowing for her to be bid upon, Yuna stated, switching tools a few times. Within minutes the fine retouching was finished and she started on the eye makeup, very careful, stay still, Katareena-chan, she whispered quietly, gesturing for the redhead to close one eye.

I just never really expected that, Kathy took a deep breath, it sounds so… serious. Baptism by fire?

Nothing too hard for your first day, I am sure. Doing anything… um, drastic to a girl on her first day is very expensive. I am sure no one paid quite that much this time.

I guess, but still – I suppose I expected something more, I dont know, mundane. Serving drinks maybe, working the bar and things like that… Kathryn smiled a little.

Yuna only offered an enigmatic smile as she walked around to work on her other eye, You will soon find that, here, the mundane is the exceptional. The unusual and unexpected… that is the norm.

And thats why I came here, I suppose. So do you know who will be taking me in, um, two and a half hours?

That would spoil the surprise, would it not? Most customers do not announce their choices and preferences until they pick you out from the menu, Yuna shakes her finger at the new girl. You always face the unexpected. Every moment – a lottery. You must always look forward to it – otherwise it will drive you insane, she giggles.

No, I do! I do… Im just nervous.

Well, dont be – you look gorgeous and I am sure you will enjoy yourself, Yuna gave her charge a confident smile, lifting the girls chin up. Now lets see about your nails – are there any colours you prefer to wear? she mused, inspecting Kathys hands briefly before opening another case to reveal a rainbow spectrum of nail-polish.

Kathy was somewhat surprised, I get a choice? No, I hadnt thought about that, she blushed, sitting forward.

Its one of the few ways you get to express yourself before a customer. Your hairstyle, which is gorgeous as it is, is the other – so Id recommend something that brings you out, gives you a little spice.

I cant say Ive ever worn any… the redhead paused, noting again her hostesss neon pink nails, …especially expressive colours of polish.

Then allow me to suggest, Yuna carefully tugged a bright green bottle from her kit, I know its a little… mm, stereotypical, she held it up against Kathys hand, seeing as youre, well, Irish, but I also think it would work great with your hair and complexion. If youll let me?

Whatever you think works best, the girl flushed, nodding.

The hostess smiled and got set up, sitting down beside Kathryn as she got to work on the polish. Youll look beautiful. Yunas brush-strokes lay quickly and accurately across the redheaded girls nails, the lacquer shiny enough to seem like it glows. Ive meant to ask however… as a new initiate you were given a choice. You could have just one week of basic training, or a month of advanced before you started work. You chose to start as soon as possible?

Of course.

That is very brave of you. What if you wont be able to handle everything thats thrown at you? I mean, how much pain have you ever experienced? What if you throw up the first time someone inserts their member into your throat? the woman blushed a little while she talked, still concentrating on the others nails. There are many things you may not be prepared for – the smell of a horse, your first taste of urine, these are all things you could have been properly exposed to and trained to tolerate otherwise…

Well, I suppose. But, I think theres something exciting in finding these things out for myself, trying things out for the first time with people who really want me to do them.

Oh yes, Yuna laughed, many clients feel the same way – and hostesses who join with minimal training are labelled with a lotus flower on the menu to signify their relative innocence, she mused. You will very likely earn more money as such, but… well, many clients are very eager to introduce their lotuses to the receiving side of their darker pleasures, the woman knelt as she lifted Kathys feet, painting her toes in the same manner – the lacquer dried quickly.

Well, Ive… tried some of those at least, I mean, in my personal life. I dont mind the anticipation, excitement of trying something new, something I dont know if I can bear. And, when I say I dont mind it, I mean I kind of like it.

Youre going to be an interesting one to work alongside. I think were done here, Yuna smiled and stepped back, admiring her work with a little squint. She checked something on her tablet and nodded, Alright then. The tattoo artist should be waiting for you, its just down the hall, the woman offered a hand, helping Kathy up.

The girl glanced back at the street clothes she had worn when she came in, carefully folded on a shelf at the back of the dressing room. Nude? What about my…

Katareena-chan, this is the Palace! Dont be silly. Come on, Yuna tugged her hand and soon they stepped out into the corridor – soft diffuse lights, wooden panelling and sinfully soft carpeting for Kathryns toes to sink blissfully into. The tattoo studio was just a few doors down and the hostess made her step in first, the redheads breasts jumping in surprise as she hopped over the threshold.

The studio was made out to look more like a doctors office – white and surgical, with a reclining chair in the centre, easily re-fashionable into a bed. The artist, an elderly and slightly plump Japanese man nodded politely to greet the Irish arrival. Take a seat, he spoke in accented, but clear English, careful not to touch the girl until she got comfortable. Yuna, on the other hand, was addressed in quick strings of his native language that Kathy barely caught. She only realised the intent once the woman had lifted her red locks up and carefully secured them within a rubber cap, leaving her long neck exposed.

Will it hurt? she switched to the much more comfortable English language. It felt as if ants were marching down her neck, especially her spine, while she watched the man put on latex gloves and prepare a tray of his tools by the cabinets. As always, the anticipation and arousal made her nipples harden and she looked to Yuna for support, but the woman was speaking to the artist – something along the lines of being informed when the process finished – before she turned around and wandered back out the door.

Have you had tattoos before? the man wondered, setting up the tray beside his patient. Although a quick glance over the Irish girls soft, rosy body, he laughed, No, no of course you havent. Yes, it will hurt. Not as much as other things youll be doing, Im sure, he grinned at her, but much more than… piercing your ears, or new tattoo would. Cold cotton swabs circled her neck several times around, spreading only more goosebumps across the rest of the nude foreigners skin. The Palace has these expensive devices and high-technology and advanced inks! he chuckled, inserting a cartridge of opaque black ink into the electric tattoo gun. They go in deep, they do not fade and they much faster than streetcorner tattooist. But they also – how do you say it – they sting like a beetch. And they cannot be removed, not ever. Only skin transplant. The boys like girls tattooed for ever. And ever! he laughed in that high-pitched old man kind of voice.

If the artist expected Kathryn to reply, he did little to give her the chance as, a moment later, she felt his firm, vice-like grip on the back of her head, holding her steady, and the whirr of the needle. Two moments later, the needle was burrowing under her skin, or so it felt. The burning tip felt as if it were scorching her nerve endings directly while it curled across her tender skin in a swirling, intricate dance.

Her mind span dizzily as the pain failed to subside, but the tip of the artists pen only continued onward, curling from the back of her neck to the throat, where she felt with frightening permanence the symbol of the Palace being branded into her, letter by letter.

Kathryn wasnt entirely sure how long had passed, but at some point the burning tip subsided to merely a dull, throbbing ache encircling her entire neck and she opened her eyes, bleary from the tears, to see the older Japanese man holding up a digital mirror – in which her neck, angrily red and just a little swollen, now shared the same unmistakeable design that Yuna wore.

That looks really beautiful, the redhead smiled, trying to blink the tears away that had begun to gather. Her fingertips, trembling anxiously, rose up to trace the insignia. The touch burned, but she pressed against the swollen skin regardless, gasping at the fact she could feel the sharp corners of the K rising up from her own flesh. Thank you, she whispered.

Wear it proudly, Katareena, the Palace is forever a part of you now, the artist placed a hand on her shoulder. I hope you are ready to understand what that means. Now go find Yuna, he smiled.

Chapter Four
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The redheads body sprawled luxuriantly across the large, soft bedspread. She lay on her stomach, taking in sharp, quick breaths, her hands still gripping the fabric like tiny vices. Her own red hair, spread in a fiery explosion all around, dominated her vision, but beyond it the night-time lights of Copenhagen flickered while out of focus: a scintillating background of bokeh.

Much less peripheral to her senses, the young womans anus was throbbing with a tight, burning pain – sharp, but not entirely unpleasant in her state of arousal. The cock within it, was describing a slow pistoning movement through her rectum, slowly coming to a stop – cumming, even. Though she could not feel the semen spurting deeper into her colon, Kathy could definitely feel the rhythmic quivering of the spurting member. With her bowels impregnated, the sodomite that was lying on top of her firmly squeezed her breasts and sighed.

The youths lips ran up along her shoulder, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, even the softest ones leaving little red marks on her pale skin. My little Irish slut sounded like she enjoyed that, he whispered, biting down on her earlobe a little too hard – enough to make her whimper and squirm under his sweaty body. Are you still sure you want to do this next part?

Kathryn closed her eyes, silently wishing he hadnt asked her that. Instinctively, her hands pulled at the restraints – warm leather cuffs around both her wrists and ankles that spread-eagled her for the young mans entertainment. In one sense, she was entirely helpless as the straps lacked any give. Were he to abandon her, her situation was nigh-on inescapable: she might rather sensibly starve to death of thirst and hunger before working herself free from his bondage. Yet in another sense, she remained very much in control. A single word, a single shriek of discomfort too loud for his conscience would end the illusion. As such, her submission irrevocably remained merely that: a fantasy.

Yes, she whispered, her eyes remaining closed until she felt the cock slowly pull out of her ass, still half-firm, the man rising up from her body along with it. The bed swayed and buckled, rocking her back and forth as she felt him climb off and, finally, bounced up sharply as her pretend captor stood up from it.

When her eyes opened again, his hand was brushing the red locks out of her face, tenderly stroking the girls cheek until she could see clearly the uncut penis, glistening with smeared cum and lube, being held in front of her, inclined downward at a receding angle as its erection faded. The youth slid his fingers down, curling them under her jaw and lifting her head to meet the moist tip of his member.

The smell of cum and sweat was musky and pleasant, though with the exotic tangyness of her own ass. Without hesitance, the redhead pulled herself up and carefully swallowed the foreskin, sucking it in between her lips, her tongue tasting the saltiness and bitterness of her captors cum. She kept her eyes closed, slowly allowing more of the prick to rest against her tongue, filling up her mouth until her nose buried itself in his bristly pubic hair.

Another hand, pulling her red locks tight, kept her face there, slowly breathing through the musky, sweaty pubes, while she heard the man groan pleasantly far above her. At the same time, her ass remained sore, now feeling oddly exposed to the elements as it gaped by its lonesome.

Look up at me, the calm command sounded from above. Her face was slowly pulled back along the shrinking length until she could just see the dark-haired youth looking down at her. Kathy knew what was coming and her heart beat faster. She blinked a few times while she strained to maintain eye-contact and gently suckled on the soft prick, pushing that foreskin back with her tongue and finding more sticky semen underneath.

Then it came – the penis perked up, tightened and slowly released a hot trickle of piss into her mouth. The rancid, salty fluid felt almost scorching at first, not through its heat but by the strength of its taste, the redheads mouth filling with the frothy liquid and its heady vapours. It took her a few seconds until she could overcome the retching in the back of her throat and build up the courage to swallow, by which point it was almost too late to stop it from spilling out on the bed. With a mammoth effort, Kathryn began to gulp mouthful after mouthful of urine, feeling the warmth run down her throat, grimacing as the taste and smell became overwhelming – and yet, to stop would have let the dark, yellow liquid overflow and stain the bedsheets as an even more vivid testament to her submission.

It seemed like hours until the mans bladder was exhausted, though she felt sure no more than a few seconds had passed. She realised shed closed her eyes, still grimacing, her mouth tasting like a toilet even with the source of the repulsive flavour gone.

Just like that, the cock pulled free from her lips and she breathed in deep, ventilating her tongue while her restraints were loosened one by one. In the end, Kathryns captivity was no more and the young woman sat up, relaxing into the arms of the Danish brunet.

Was it how you expected it? he murmured into her ear, kissing it and caressing her stomach from behind – large, warm hands scouring her sensitive skin, so much of it still covered in goosebumps.

No, but it was amazing, Kathryn smiled blissfully, licking her lips while she turned to nuzzle her lovers cheek.

Troels had been the latest in Kathys online conquests – or perhaps she in his. Once she turned seventeen, though still in school, she was in a position to work part-time and soon found herself serving tables in the nude at the same high-end club Ruth had taken her out to in the past. The money, in turn, helped pay for Japanese language lessons and the occasional bit of recreation she would not otherwise have been able to afford: such as visiting the friends she made overseas.

The handsome brunet was a Danish dom, only some two years older than Kathryn herself. He had just left school and enrolled at university in Copenhagen. His parents had been considerably more conservative than Kathys and he was curious to try a more sexually exuberant lifestyle than he managed at home. She met him on a lifestyle forum – it was an online community that had started out as an advice board for young people seeking to get into the sex industry, where the younger generations could interact with more experienced industry workers. Over the years it expanded to become a far more general aggregate for discussions of sex, industry practices, ethics and all matters related.

She first found herself curious as Troels appeared to go against the grain of the majority of users: while originating from one of the more permissive European countries, he seemed to consider most sex work unethical, even while advocating a sex-positive outlook on inter-personal relationships as long as the interactions were constrained to the bedroom (or similarly appropriate other part of the house).

Im a utilitarian, Troels explained, stepping out of the shower and towelling off his hair. Kathy had showered first – rinsing out her mouth and then carefully salving her bruised anus after she damage had been soothed somewhat by the warm running water. By the time her Danish crush was done with the bathroom as well, she was once more lying nude on the bed where she had been sodomised, albeit this time snuggled up amidst the sheets with a Kindle and a mug containing a frothy half-pint of Leffe.

And this kind of trend just isnt socially-speaking healthy, the Dane continued, pouring some of the beer in his own mug too. Its a question of gender equality and its long been documented that public, constant sexual objectification of women does no favours toward male prejudice of your sex. The more women there are that dedicate themselves to the sex industry the poorer the rest are regarded.

Kathy sat up, sipping her Leffe and putting the mug aside as Troels sat back down on the bed. She pressed up against his back, enjoying the athletic mans warmth, her arms wrapping pleasantly over his abdomen, her breasts flattened against the musculature of his shoulders. Sexuality is just a part of you like any other – men are strong and theyre allowed to work as heavy lifters. Women are prejudiced against men because they reckon every guy is stronger and we make you do all the hard work, she snickered, obviously, thats why weve been treating you like heavy lifting machinery for the past few centuries, her lips nipped at his earlobe.

Look, no matter how fine and great you say it is in theory, theres no arguing that the stats are fucked up. Look at income, okay? Now compare the gap between the average incomes of men and women – going down right? But suppose we took only those women who do not work in the sex industry and compared their pay to mens pay? Big surprise, their pay has actually gone down in the past ten years or so. All the figures are there.

By what, a Euro? These things go up and down all the time, Troels. You can select whatever statistics you want and look at them any way you like. Its different from country to country, city to city. I mean, what makes you think youre allowed to separate out sex workers and all the others like that? Thats the idea, theyre both just as legitimate as each other, thats the whole point.

But theyre not. Are they, Kathy? Fifty percent of women still baulk at the idea of…

You mean the fifty percent that are over the age of fifty?

Im serious! Look, you… you cant just tell women to either become prostitutes or just suck it up and earn less pay than men who are otherwise just as good as them at their jobs in every respect. And think about it, this kind of bullshit is just spreading further and further into society. I mean, you serve tables nude at your club – I bet ten years ago anyone trying to employ a nude seventeen year-old attendant would have have broken so many laws they wouldnt have seen the light of day ever again. Whatll happen in another ten years or twenty? Maybe every law firm in Europe will demand that their secretaries perform their duties in the nude, too. Maybe every female nurse will be contractually obligated to give the patients blowjobs to speed up their recovery.

Troels…

Oh, whats that? You want to go into medicine, but youre a weird freak who doesnt like having nasty sex with strangers? Im sorry, we dont have any openings! Try another hospi…

Kathy bit the boys neck, making him hiss quietly instead of continuing. Youre being silly. Look, all that your job distribution stats say is that theres more girls choosing to work in sex – theres no evidence at all to say that womens opportunities are being impeded. If anything, theyre better than ever: girls who couldnt afford education before, or who couldnt afford their own businesses now have an extra option of making a lot of money quite fast by doing sex work. Its empowering, its relatively safe and it can be enjoyable for a lot of the ones doing it. After a few years they can do whatever the fuck they like…

Except then they realise that nothing else pays quite as well as sex, so theyve got a choice of being metaphorically fucked up the ass by The Man and being stuck in a shitty low-paid job while their male colleagues take home checks that are twice as big… or being wealthy, but being quite literally fucked up the ass by The Man.

Well its their choice and they deserve to choose whether they want to make something of their academics or if they want to do sex work – theres nothing ethical about denying them choice, the redhead moaned, pulling Troels down with her, the two of them splayed out nude on the bed together. The brunet struggled not to spill his beer while she continued, sitting up over him, I keep saying, its about opportunities – its not closing off opportunities at all, its only offering new ones. Like, look at the percentage of female CEOs. Back in 2010 it was like three percent. Now its eight.

Troels craned his neck up to sip at his mug while Kathy held him down and moved over to straddle his chest, her wet, smoothly waxed pussy smearing its honey across his skin while she did so. But it is an ethical issue, he objected, letting her take the top for now. Its like, why is there such a huge ethical difference between making a girl eat a cucumber and making a girl give a blowjob when she doesnt want to? Rape is rape because coercing a woman into a sex act is a very special kind of evil, babe. And this, this is mass coercion. Today its girls having the option of selling their bodies to pay for education, tomorrow its politicians arguing that women dont need student grants or child benefits because they can always go and make a quick buck on the streets…

God, you and your slippery slopes, Kathryn smirked, pinning the youths hands down as she leaned in and planted a warm kiss across his lips – it lasted only for a few moments, but ended with a firm bite on his lower lip, making the Dane arch his spine and buck against her aroused vagina. Youre so much more fun when youre just fucking me in the ass and calling me a slut, she whispered.

Thats different, the boy objected, lowering his voice as he realised shed just put an end to any more philosophising he had lined up. You know, when you work at the Kink Palace, you wont get a choice whom you fuck, he smirked, maybe you should practice putting up with my…

Yeah, because ardent feminists are just going to be lining up to flog my tits at the Kink Palace, Kathryn interjected with a deviant smile. She sat up and pulled herself up off the young mans chest, strands of sticky wetness connecting her to him. I think its time for you to service my pussy, mister feminist, the girl mused, sliding her fingers through the brunets curly, luscious hair.

Ja, maam.

Chapter Five
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By the time Yuna brought Kathryn to the dressing room, the ache in her neck had begun to subside. For the first time, she witnessed a communal area – she found herself in a circular chamber, well-lit and furnished with baroque leather sofas, antique dressing tables and old-fashioned garderobes. While about half of the women appeared asian, the other half were a multitude of ethnicities.

Amid quietly murmured conversations, overall there was little in terms of loud chatter. Stages of dress and undress were many: some had just come in to work, changing out of work clothes and headed into the steam showers. Others were already slipping their own uniforms on, others still were changing out of uniforms into costumes of their clients choosing. One girl stepped out in a cowgirl outfit, flashing her bare ass under an authentic pair of leather chaps – except it wasnt entirely bare, one of the cheeks sporting a large, circular mark branded into her flesh.

First Kathy was taken into a sideroom for a final stage of preparation: cameras were lined up in a circle around a small pedestal, where she was to pose for the rotating display that would later appear on clients menus. Two versions were needed: one clothed and one nude, with the ominous reminder that both would be updated to reflect changes, which Yuna blushingly characterised as hairstyle and bodyweight updates.

If you receive marks or… injuries, however, the Japanese woman remarked quietly, they will of course need to be photographed as well. Not just after you receive them, but every day as well as they heal, she explained, producing a rotating display of Kathryn in the nude.

Once satisfied with the product, the Irish girl found herself taken to the dressing lounge yet again – this time another girl stopping to spray a selection of lightly-scented perfumes.

Sonja, the petite and remarkably flat-chested blonde replied when Kathryn asked for her name. She was wearing the same white uniform that most of the girls wore, kneeling down with a polite smile as she fished out another small bottle from her bag and applied the ointment to the redheads toes. First client? she wondered, speaking with a light Scandinavian accent.

Yes, a little nervous, Kathy admitted, you have a lot of different perfumes – do I get to choose which ones to use later, or is there some unique Kink Palace fragrance?

Yes and no. These arent strictly-speaking perfumes, you can add a fragrance of your own choosing on top, later.

What do you mean?

Sonja moved a little closer, tapping the redheads knees with a little blush. Another tiny vial came out and as Kathy revealed her warm sex, the smaller woman leant in, carefully applying yet another oil across the lips of her pussy. Theyre… well, theyre a little complicated. But mostly they aim to give your body a smell that feels natural, but pleasant. Theres a whole bunch of science behind it – when you first signed up, during your physical, they would have taken your sweat samples, your saliva, your cooch and all that, the blonde smiled sweetly.

Another bottle came out, Sorry, youll get used to me doing this Im afraid, Sonja warned coyly, moistening her fingers with the new oil – this one, Kathy soon found out, was applied by inserting those digits inside her, down to the knuckle. As the nude redhead squirmed, the perfumier continued, So Ive a list here of all the formulas to use on you. The idea is that they work with your natural musks and make the smell nicer in some places, or cancel out your odour in others. So you can use your own perfume if you like! But a lot of the clients dont like there being too much artifice, you know, they like the real deal and such.

Kathryn leant forward as her armpits and breasts were treated in the same manner. Finally, Sonja gave her a tablet to dissolve in her mouth, one that she explained was for the girls breath and saliva.

Can I ask you something before you go? she touched Sonjas arm once the blonde had turned to move off.

Sure. Shoot, I guess.

Im just wondering, theres a lot of girls here like, um, you – who dont really look like they serve clients. I mean, will I have to do perfuming between clients, or makeup and all those things as well? It looks kind of like you specialise, but you have the tattoo and everything…

Sonjas cheeks blushed quite darkly, Ah, yes, she bit her lip a little. Its just that some of us who have been here for a while, the clients become less interested, especially if youve had a lot of things done to you… its like, a few battle-scars are fine, but too much and youre a veteran, you know?

But cant you just take the retirement package? Thats a lot of money and you get care and all that…

Well, yes, of course you can. Its just that… Sonja sighed a little, I dont know, its a bit hard to explain, but its just that when you give so much of yourself, she winced a little, literally, even, it can become quite hard to leave this place. And make no mistake, I just mean like emotionally, its not that anyone stops you or discourages you, the blonde giggled nervously. But a lot of girls do want to keep working even if they get hurt or even disfigured and they still get clients, just much less than before.

Maybe they just want to keep going, or well, some of us just maybe have a regular client or two who keep coming back… she smiled coyly, but maybe were a little scared to just leave the palace and move in with them after all this time. But anyway, if you dont get too many clients you can just opt to do some internal work between appointments for really good pay, and thats what Im doing.

Kathy stood up, running her nosetip along the skin of her own arm, surprised by the gentle fragrance. This does smell so good, she smiled down at Sonja. Thanks. And, I didnt know that. Um, its probably rather impolite to ask, but what is it thats er… she gestured a little at the blonde, I mean, you look fine and really quite pretty…

Oh, the Scandinavian shifted her weight a bit, looking away, well, careful asking things like that, she lowered her voice a bit. I mean, some girls really wear their marks and scars and such as badges of honour and love to show them off, but… theres quite a few who can be really quite sensitive, too.

Theyre ashamed of them?

No… no, I dont think so. I mean, dont think theres anyone here who really regrets their decision, I can tell you that much. I think the psych examiners are actually really pretty good at weeding out the women whod really freak out if a client did something really horrid to them, Sonja shrugged. But, I think its just a fairly intimate thing for many here. I mean, you get the perfumier coming around and fingering your pussy before every client, she giggled, so theres not much you get to keep all that intimate and private.

Kathryn nodded, I can see where theyd be coming from, she acknowledged, smiling somewhat bashfully, Im sorry I asked.

No-no, its okay, Im not really like that. Its just that some new girls can get rather antsy when I tell them, I didnt want to scare you… even though, well, I know that since youre here youre okay by the psych tests and all that and… Sonja shook her head. I get like that, sorry. To answer your question, well, its that I used to be a D-cup and now, well… she glanced down apprehensively at her flat chest.

Fuck… Kathy felt breathless, cheeks blushing. I-I didnt realise, she gave the woman a sheepish look, how did it… I mean, what happened, did a client just…? she paled a little.

Now thats priveleged information, the blonde teased, but no, it was a long time in coming. It was a client that… well, I built up a lot of trust with over a long period of time. And, well, if Im being honest, its really him, mostly, that Im still working here for, she explained quietly.

Crazy, the nude Irish woman whispered, I mean, not you… just…

Mhm. Dont forget, be ready for anything, Sonja reached out, gently stroking Kathys neck, you never know when you might meet a guy with the money and the inclination. Could even be your very first. He might just want you to dance naked for him, or he might want to fuck your ass just as much as he might want to watch you fuck an ass, or he could brand you, or cut off your little finger for his collection, she whispered, or he might do… well, this.

I know, Kathryn nodded softly. And theres a throng of butterflies in my stomach right now.

And the best part of this is… theyll never go away. Not as long as you work here. Her cheeks entirely red now, the Scandinavian blonde stepped back at last. Anyway, I think theres a few more waiting for me now, so Ill go. But good luck!

Do you do extra work here too, like Sonja? Kathryn wondered, nodding toward the perfumier attending to another girl.

Yuna tapped at the leopard, quiet for a few moments. Once more in the photography room but now dressed in the same clinical, white uniform as all the other palace girls, Kathryn had her second scan taken. Just pose naturally and dont talk now, the Japanese woman replied. But no, I dont. Newcomers are assigned active hostesses with at least a year of experience to mentor them for the first week or two.

Cameras clicked all around the redhead for a minute or two until the green light blinked back on and she stepped off the podium once more, leaning over Yunas shoulder to look at her newest spinning image on the computer – this one clothed and looking like a real Kink Palace hostess.

Wow, Kathryn blinked a few times, I really am a hostess now, she whispered. Its incredible, I used to see photos of women dressed like this when I was still a kid… she mused.

Hostesses arent generally late to meet their clients, so lets get going, Yuna chuckled and motioned for the Irish girl to head out instead of staring at her digital image. From the dressing lounge, a large double door opened out into the client areas. The Japanese woman stepped back to look over her new hostess with an approving smile.

Moment of truth, mm? How do I look? Kathy bit her lip, spinning around for her mentor.

Good. Im sure your client will love you. Last thing, Yuna slipped a digital tablet from the wall and handed it to her. Youve been shown how to use these, right? Keep it on you at all times. Itll tell you everything you need and…

Kathryn nodded quietly, Yes, I remember these from basic training. Has price lists, directions through the palace, client profiles… she smiled, holding the display up. Logging in was simple – just a thumbprint, and she saw the price menu for her own self pop up on screen. Four shiny buttons, each representing a category of its own beside her smiling, animated photo and her name. Seeing the tattoo on her neck in the photo made her reach up to stroke her fingers along the slightly inflamed skin again, shivering.

I know its all a lot to take in, but you can daze while with your client, dear, Yuna reminded her, taking the panel out of Kathryns hands and clipping it onto her belt instead, the screen automatically going black. Go straight down the corridor here and youll be in the Courtyard. Hes already waiting for you by now, table 3B, the asian woman gave her a brief hug, take care, Katareena-chan.

Artificial sunlight streamed down from the ceiling to cover a large and luscious garden in the centre. The Courtyard was a circular hall, curving concrete supports disappearing up into the ceiling, where a large opening gave the impression of opening up to daylight, even though it was past 10pm in Tokyo. Terraces circled elegantly around that central garden, many with their own bars and small cafes while wooden ramps and steps joined them up to each other.

The Courtyard was as much, if not moreso a social hub as it was a place for clients to meet their hostesses. Nonetheless, every bartender, every barista and every waitress proudly wore the tattooed collar on her neck, signalling without words that they, too, could be bought at a moments notice and taken to someplace private to be ravished in any way desired. Or even to be taken right there and then.

Kathryn Kincordie! You look every bit as lovely as your auction photo did, the gentleman grinned, inviting his paid-for hostess over to the table. He was a short, stocky fellow with glasses – surely not even in his thirties yet. From his attire: a businessman. Striped tie, blue shirt, sharp suit and his hair buzzed short, hiding an early-developing bald patch.

Kathryn flashed the man a coy smile, bowing her head slightly, before brushing a few red locks of hair out of the way and slipping into the seat across. Thank you. And whose pleasure am I… she chewed on her lip briefly, well, whose pleasure /am/ I? the redheads cheeks flushed just a little as she perused her client. His accent was East-coast American, as far as she could tell. He didnt seem the type to be a high-flying CEO, either, so she put him down as most likely a successful investment banker of some description.

Casper Bates, the man replied with a flourish of his martini glass.

I dont get it.

Whats there to get?

Kathryn squinted a little, Well, the name. I mean, as a pseudonym I dont really get what youre getting at. Mister Bates, maybe? I mean, Hugh Dixon or something Id understand. But… Casper?

The man, whose name indeed was Casper laughed at the comment, looking down into his drink for a moment, No, no… that really is my name. Pseudonyms – well, folks use pseudonyms here, sure, but it can get kinda inconvenient and theres no real reason to. Kink Palace girls arent gonna be blackmailing anyone, he shrugs.

You dont think it would be more prudent? Like, with business rivals and all that?

Kathryn, dont trouble yourself too much over this kind of stuff. And suppose I gave you some fake name like… Eddie Balls, or whatever, what if I then decided I liked you so much I wanted to sign off on your butt with ink, hm? the banker leans forward. Or maybe give you a brand with my initials. All that fun stuff, would really be kinda counterproductive, dont you think?

The hostess smiled faintly, You give out a lot of those? she mused.

Only to the girls I really like. And I usually spare the first timers, dont you worry that pretty little brow of yours.

The redhead

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by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 6: Harry's mom arrives with a story to tell The memories, of the last things she remembered, replayed in her head, like a flashback in a 'B' movie. “I love you, Mandy!” cried her son, Jack. The first time he had called her by her first name, when they had made love. “Oh, yess! I love you too, Jack. I love you too, lover!” She said. And then they once more drifted off. Their dreams were lovely, as they cuddled together, on Jack's bed. They...

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How Spencer Found Her Kink Parts 1 and 2

The main character's taste in music, predominantly string music covers of pop songs, will be showcased throughout, with every section given it's own song. You can find all of these songs on the US version of Spotify if you would like to listen along while reading the ridiculous sex story. It is annotated like so: [Title of Song by Group Performing Song (Original Artist)] How Spencer Found Her Kink, Parts 1 and 2 by Rohmer Fan ~ Part One: Los Angeles, California ~ [Cry Me A...

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Exploring Her KinkChapter 2

When Jazzy walked into her condo, she threw her keys and purse on the entrance table, kicked off her heels, and padded into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink. What in the hell was I thinking; going to that type of club is so unlike me. I was not brought up to be like that. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She grabbed her purse and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, taking...

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Exploring Her KinkChapter 2

When Jazzy walked into her condo, she threw her keys and purse on the entrance table, kicked off her heels, and padded into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink. What in the hell was I thinking; going to that type of club is so unlike me. I was not brought up to be like that. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She grabbed her purse and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, taking...

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Exploring Her KinkChapter 2

When Jazzy walked into her condo, she threw her keys and purse on the entrance table, kicked off her heels, and padded into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink. What in the hell was I thinking; going to that type of club is so unlike me. I was not brought up to be like that. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She grabbed her purse and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, taking...

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AHSOKA PLEASES THE PALACE

AHSOKA TANO PLEASES THE PALACE—by Jim Tonic Chapter 1: A Betrayal and Passing Jabba’s Guards Anakin Skywalker hated the sand. He always had. And here, on the surface on Tattoine, he saw something that caused him more anger than he’d ever felt before. Only his Jedi training was keeping his temper in check…barely. It wasn’t the face of the man standing before him that caused his blood to boil. It was all he represented. The lives he’d taken with that aura about him. That cold...

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Girlish DelightsChapter 13 The Emerald Palace

Passing beyond the garden they went down another short corridor and came to a small green door which opened as they approached it. Beyond they were in a large, airy room which seemed to be a smaller replica of the Throne Room of the Golden Palace. "This is your Throne Room," said the Emir, "We are now in the Emerald Palace." "But that doorway leads directly to your harem?" Elaheh was puzzled. "Yes, I had it made especially for you. There are guards on it and only you will be allowed...

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Intrusive DelightsChapter 7 The Ruby Palace

The Head of Protocol, Kamal Qumsiyeh, seemed very nervous at the Public Audience session a week or so later. He was obviously trying to decide whether to ask a major favour of the Emir; either that or he was trying to summon enough courage to raise something which he knew would annoy his master. "Come on, you old fraud," said the Emir in a fruitless attempt to jolly him along, "Out with it. I know you want to say something. What is it?" Faced with such a direct order, Kamal Qumsiyeh had...

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Passion at the palace

Note : this story is completely fictional! It was a warm, tepid, windy evening in Saudi Arabia. The magic carpets were glistening in the moist dew, a moistness which was only to increase... Maramaramara, his thoughts abroad with the distant breeze was at the end of his quest.it had lasted 2 years and now it was nearly complete. the palace gold was nearly his. these two years had been ones of intrigue and inspiration as he encountered many different characters who thought him many different...

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Leather kink good deeds bad results

My old school mate Kev and my work partner in our plumbing business was always a tearaway and when he got 'sent down' for a 12 month stretch in prison, i promised to keep things running for him. The first month was tough for everyone, not least of all his recent wife, Tracey, so i went around and helped with general issues around their house. After a month or so when the weather improved, so i went around on the Harley and as usual, we sat in the kitchen over a cup of tea planning work and...

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Camp Kink

Author’s Note: this story has a little bit of everything… hot sex, a little bit of alpha-male, a little bit of BDSM, a little bit of spanking, a fair amount of exhibitionism/voyeurism, a little bit of anal play, etc. etc. Because of its length and the fact that it’s hard to categorize, I put it in the novella category. Please don’t forget to vote by indicating the star level at the end of the story! Thanks and Enjoy! ****** ‘Bye! Goodbye!’ Bradley and Christine waved out the window as they...

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KINK 101

The structure of this story will be a bit eclectic. The KINK department offers several classes, each addressing a different topic, and I'm planning to write up ~1 semester of each class. If you want a specific kink, you can skip to the class for that kink. If you want a narrative structure, you can follow the classes sequentially. There will be reoccurring students and references to other classes, but if you're just here for the porn (which is entirely respectable) then you shouldn't miss out...

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A New Kink For A Wicked Bunny

A (((((Re-written))))) I thought that a brief break from writing my 20 Years of Infidelity series of stories would do me good. I've had an occasion lately to remember a man I spent time with who had a rather strange... Kink? An unusual request? A taste for something different? Describe it as you will after I relate my experience... I'm not going to give a history. I don't want in any way to ruin the ending to my above mentioned series of posts. Suffice it to say that at the time of this story I...

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Dun and Dusted Part I Book 7 of Poachers Progress Chapter 6 Changing the guard at Kensington Palace

Visiting London en-route for France was the final piece of the plan. Normally the twins accompanied Mimi and me to Blanchards but I decided, in order to keep on the good side of the Duchess of Kent, I would accept her offer of the girls having an extended stay at Kensington Palace. We would then stay in London with them for a week or two before travelling on to Paris to support Jean-Woodrow before his exam for entrance to the Sorbonne “I know Vicky was not best pleased when I refused her...

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Kayla kinky Cock palace

Have you ever took a second and thought about how you met the one you love? Or maybe wondered how many other? It was early February 8th that was the day we officially met. I was at my apartment have a girls night with my girl Nicole we were doing the typical slumber party girl night thing like hair, makeup, music, drugs, and the occasional talk about men and there bullshit that we females tend to put up with. Nicole was having problems with her kind of sort of boyfriend Trent. Trent and I had...

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The Pickup Palace

Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagiarism of this work. Another note: I'm broadening out from just writing into media. I finished a 30-minute animated TG film a while back that is now generally available. Head over to: http://wyrdey.tumblr.com The Pickup Palace. It was pretty crowded when we got there. I traded nods and high fives with the regulars as we slid in through the normal crush of greasy little freshmen. Their faces all...

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Gifted Book 1 SilenceChapter 10 The Palace

The trip to Bavindor was relatively uneventful. They made a long carriage train, which got longer when they picked up the Dwyer’s, their five wagons and a carriage, on the way. While it was common for thieves to attack the shipments, the local robbers gave them a wide berth due to their escort. The two older members of their Growers Society also joined them, citing safety in numbers. Ty and Willow had no problems including them, as they were, after all, members of their little society and...

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Jasons TaleChapter 30 Prince Alfredrsquos Palace

Vernon, Lord of North Harbor, stayed with us for a couple more days as the army crunched its way through Mountainside City and up the Royal Road towards Prince Alfred’s palace. He wanted ships and we certainly had more than we needed. However, he wasn’t willing to do what I demanded as payment. I wanted him to stand as Prince of the Isle and to renounce piracy. He was willing to rule Mountain Isle and promise me that he wouldn’t support piracy any more, but I wanted him to stand behind his...

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Nautical DelightsChapter 23 Golden Palace

Summoned to the Golden Palace by telephone some months later, presumably as a matter of urgency, Henry met the Emir in the small anteroom to the harem of the Golden Palace, though he did not know it as such. "I asked you to come here because we never really had the opportunity to chat when I used the Imperial Voyager the other week. I wanted to see if there is anything you want for the ship?" asked the Emir, apparently with nothing of urgency or importance to impart or ask. "No, Sir, she...

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The Ultimate Guide to Kink Book Review

I recently took the time to read The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play and the Erotic Edge. The book is a compilation of work from leading sex educators in North America. It is edited by Tristan Taormino, an American author known for her activism in the sex-positive feminism movement. While I was initially skeptical about ‘sex guides’ or ‘expert advice,’ I found some of the writing to be enlightening and thought-provoking. I was able to borrow an electronic (e-book) version through my...

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Alexs Kink

Hunter rolls off of me, landing in a panting heap by my side on the bed. I close my eyes, attempting to catch my breath, stretching my limbs as the last ripples of my orgasm subside. I sigh softly, curling into him, making a nest on his shoulder. His arm wraps loosely around my glistening naked body, his breathing slowing to a more normal pace. My still trembling hand hovers on his chest, and I can feel his heart, still racing.I can't believe how amazing our first time together really was....

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK V

It didn’t take long for me to become disoriented. Even if I’d been familiar with the house, blindfolded as I was, I’d have become lost very quickly. Without my sight, though, I had no idea of my surroundings. All I knew is that Laura still had the other end of my leash and Ally was behind me, running her hand over my ass, reminding me of my status as a sexual plaything. She wasn’t the only one who took liberties touching me, I should add. I’m not sure if they were encouraging it or not, but...

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Star Wars A Hutts Palace

Jabba the Hutt was by far the most notorious crime boss in the galaxy. Respected by some and loathed by many others, the oversized slug gained a reputation over the years for his ruthless personality and fast rise to power in the criminal underworld. Dabbling in everything from spice running to slave trading , the Hutt amassed an overwhelming fortune throughout the years. Like many of his species, Jabba grew sedentary in his later years and began overindulging himself in the fruits of his...

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Sylvia at the fashion palace

Sylvia wrecks her Girl Scout uniformBefore Judy and I left ''Ranger Books'' I threw the Girl Scout uniform away. It was a mess. There was no way I could wear it out of there for five minutes, let alone for that long bus ride across Los Angeles, with the two bus transfers.No way in the world to my voice lesson! Nobody bothered us on the way down, but that cum covered dark green cotton reeking thing would get us both an afternoon with c***d Protective Services, the very last thing we needed. I...

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Nautical DelightsChapter 4 The Golden Palace

The sumptuous Triple Palace, its façade covered in ruby, emerald and gold inlays, impressed Tamsin tremendously. Although it was already dark, the whole building was floodlit. "Am I to stay there?" she asked, her voice muffled through the abaya which he had insisted on her wearing throughout the journey. "In the Golden Palace, the central part," replied Kamal Qumsiyeh. When they drew up at a small side entrance, Tamsin was handed over to a fat negro with an odd voice and hurried along...

1 year ago
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A Wild Day In The Royal Palace

"Princess Verona! It's time to wake up!" The maid yelled as I desperately try to hide in my soft covers and pillow. The maid pulled open the curtains and I groaned at the harsh light. "Please wake up princess, the prince's 3 brothers are arriving today at the palace and he will need you to greet them with him!" I sat up slowly, still in a daze, "Where is the prince now?" "He's waiting for you outside in the courtyard, please hurry!" The maid responds in a panic. "Yes, yes alright." I get up off...

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Adding Kink To Our Sex Life

Hello readers, I am Suraj, 35 years old and my wife is Sneha aged 29 years. Yes, we have a big age gap. I am a new writer wishing to detail very true details of my kinky life. Some names have been changed for privacy reasons. Let’s get to the story. (Warning: This story is going to be long and will be in parts. It has elements of kink, taboo, gay, bisexuality, and wife sharing.) I and my wife have been married for the past 10 years and this all began 2 years ago. It was me who pushed my wife to...

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Kink Development Kit

Hi! Welcome to the Kink Development Kit (or the KDK for short). I don't know how you managed to come across a copy of this, considering it was never released to the public but consider this to be some very good luck on your part. Using this app you can manipulate and change the kinks/fetishes of other people. Whether this is making their desires slowly become stronger towards you, making them more open to being sexual with the user or even outright changing what makes them tick. There are a few...

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THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK part 4

by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 4: When many fantasies are finally fulfilled When she awoke Mandy could see by the clock it was well past time for Harry to be gone to work. Sure enough, it was just Jack and herself in their big bed. She looked over at her son and saw in the youth, both the boy he once was, and the man he was now becoming. Her heart was simultaneously filled with sentimental nostalgia and maternal pride, and, she had to admit, unladylike lust for the lad. At that moment,...

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THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK part 3

by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 3: What happened when all three view the video A sort of unspoken agreement of a sexual truce was in effect over the next couple of days. It was not as if they regretted anything they had done, nor were the Kincaids burned out or shy. Now that the hot action, which had crossed certain boundaries of intimacy had happened, they were willing to not press for any more testing of the lewd limits already stretched. More like, letting the tide ebb out before it rolls...

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The Kink that decended on Gotham

Harriet’s Hutch, Gotham City Center “Hay boss?” the shop clerk called to the store owner, “Is it me or has there been a run on rubber this past week?” “Rubber, leather, vegan leather, vinyl, wetlook, strap-ons, sex toys, bondage gear…” the owner said looking around the depleted stocks, “Last time I saw something like this was the week before the fetish shop I use to work at sponsored a kink convention.” “Wonder what caused it?” Maurice Wayne Arts exhibition hall, Gotham College- One week...

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An artist8217s model agrees to a little kink in to great outdoors with a good friend

It’s called the one-minute drill and few of models like them, but I do. Since I am better established, I could cut them out completely. I like them, so if I have time available and if they need somebody, I will volunteer. The scale is absolutely the pits. Beginning students get a lot out of them. I strike a pose for just one minute, students make quick sketches generally on blank newsprint. Then it is on to the next pose. I like the constant bustle of activity and I get a strong feeling...

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK III

“I think she’d look good in that, Laura.” I’d been lost somewhere between sexual bliss and frustration, having just been made to cum in front of a roomful of guys by two girls dressed as sexy cops and yet, somehow, I was left wanting, eager to fulfill their every whim, even if it meant being gang-banged, something Officer Laura, my new owner, had just hinted a after stroking my pussy into a raging fire and leaving me hanging. Despite my taste for pussy rather than cock, if it meant I’d get to...

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK IV

I have to say that these are getting easier to write, or atleast that I’m been receiving more than enough inspiration from my Mistress to continue for a good long while. In truth, I can’t claim to be the sole author of this chapter. There’s a scene with a lollipop that needs to be credited to Mistress Laura. I should, in fact, list her as a co-writer for this chapter. Truly, you have no concept of how creative she can be, or how dirty her imagination. I am blessed to have experienced it first...

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Pantyhose Kink In The Park

Pantyhose Kink In The Park I was extremely horny one day, and I hadn’t been to a public park in a few years, so I decided to get dressed up under my clothes, and try my luck at a local park that the locals referred to as the ‘Pickle Park’. I know that they are around in every state, but this one was very interesting. It has an incredible amount of woods, and it was full of trails that went deep, and winded around so there were many private areas to have fun. This park in particular, was known...

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Ken 01 My Introduction to Kink

I was 19 when I met Ken. I was still at Uni and I met him during a work placement at a large accounting firm in the city. I had just completed my first ever full scale audit of a medium sized business. I had essentially completed the audit on my own but I was closely supervised by one of the accountants there and he had double checked everything I had done.I had to attend a meeting with the client, more as part of my work experience than anything else. I wasn't really needed there because my...

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Alternative Sex Race play Interracial Kink

KINK - Racial fetishism: Bondage Discipline Sadism Masochism/BDSMRaceplay & Racial Humiliation - Taboo - Interracial domination/submission - Physical/Psychological DegradationThe Turn On: Race play is considered on the edge of edgy sex. There are about as many ways to engage in BDSM as there are theories for why it arouses. It’s consensual and erotic. People find it erotic to act like they have complete control over another person (or pretending that they give up control). It also has its ...

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Adding Kink To Our Sex Life 8211 Part 2 Preparation

I am glad all of you enjoyed the story’s first part, loved all your responses, My wife also loved looking at pictures some of you had emailed. If you haven’t read the first part, I suggest you read part one first. In the first part, Rocky and I made plans to seduce my wife Sneha. This part is about how I prepared my wife for our bull Rocky at my own home. (Warning: This story is going to be long and will be in parts. This is part 2. It has elements of kink, taboo, gay, bisexuality, wife...

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CoWorker with a Kink pt1

I have a very Sexy busty Hispanic Co-Worker that everyone lusts over and she blows them off nicely after toying with them. Well we have been getting closer due to work and we started talking about our past sexual histories craziest place we have done it and likes and such. Well she let on that she has a kink for being submissive & pain although no one but 1 of her past lovers know about it. She has been having boyfriend problems and cant seem to keep one that could be the right one. They...

2 years ago
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pt3 ywom multiple partner daddymommy kink

the big man was just pulling out of me as i lay gasping on my belly when there was a peeping sound. it was his cell phone, and he answered it quietly as i rolled on my side and stretched a little. when he hung up, he leaned over me and kissed my shoulder. "A couple of friends are coming up. i want you to meet them, make nice. be a good girl for daddy," daddy. he didn't pull out the daddy kink often so that meant i was going to meet some of his friends who were into that who wanted to do me. i...

2 years ago
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Finding The Kink Finding The Real Me

Hey there friends , Tarun here and i reside in delhi . This is my first story and actually is the real incident of my life which happened a year back when i was 18 years old . My life in delhi was smooth , going to clubs , discs , having nightouts with girls and being surrounded by them all the time . There were a lot of beautiful girls all around me and i tried my luck with few and it worked very well and i got laid for the first time with my girlfriend . She was a local and i met her in a...

3 years ago
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A Kink in Time Part 3 Friends and Lovers

A Kink in Time, Part 3- Friends and Lovers As I approached our room on the 13th floor, I gave up any pretense of hiding my erection, letting my little skirt tent out as I opened the door to our suite. Judi, Selima and Adele were waiting for me. Judi looked at my cock peeking out under my skirt and said, "Well, I see you didn't waste any time." I was too worked up to be embarrassed. "I just need to know what the hell is going on." "Sit down and I'll explain," Selima...

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK IV

I have to say that these are getting easier to write, or atleast that I’m been receiving more than enough inspiration from my Mistress to continue for a good long while. In truth, I can’t claim to be the sole author of this chapter. There’s a scene with a lollipop that needs to be credited to Mistress Laura. I should, in fact, list her as a co-writer for this chapter. Truly, you have no concept of how creative she can be, or how dirty her imagination. I am blessed to have experienced it first...

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK III

“I think she’d look good in that, Laura.” I’d been lost somewhere between sexual bliss and frustration, having just been made to cum in front of a roomful of guys by two girls dressed as sexy cops and yet, somehow, I was left wanting, eager to fulfill their every whim, even if it meant being gang-banged, something Officer Laura, my new owner, had just hinted a after stroking my pussy into a raging fire and leaving me hanging. Despite my taste for pussy rather than cock, if it meant I’d get to...

BDSM
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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK I

The doorbell rang. I glanced up at the clock in surprise. 10:12 pm. A bit late for trick-or-treaters. Thankfully, I had some left over candy still in the plastic pumpkin and I was still dressed in my costume. Tonight, I’d decided to be a little daring, and had dressed up as Kitty Girl… well, perhaps Kitty Slut would be a more apt description of my ensemble. I had my ears on, and I’d taken the time to blacken my nose with make-up and draw whiskers on my cheeks. Oh, and of course I had my collar...

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Kink House 3 Well Stocked

My phone alarm sounded, I rolled over to cancel it then sat up with a start - “G, wake up, it’s half past eight”. She groaned, then realised what the time meant. After quick showers in the en-suite we dressed in the same clothes we’d worn on the beach yesterday, collected our few possessions, crept out and quietly walked down the stairs. As we came to the hall a hearty “Morning” came from the family room. Peter sat at their table with a steaming mug, “Come and have some breakfast”. We walked...

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Exploring Her KinkChapter 3

By the time Jazzy managed to drag her ass home Wednesday evening, all she could think of was a hot shower and bed. One more day, and then I am off Friday and Saturday. I cannot wait. Today seemed like everyone had to visit the emergency room. As Jazzy walked through the lobby of her apartment building, she stopped to check her mailbox before heading to her apartment. It had been a few days since she checked it, and she figured it would be full of junk mail that needed to go into the recycling...

Novels
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Exploring Her KinkChapter 3

By the time Jazzy managed to drag her ass home Wednesday evening, all she could think of was a hot shower and bed. One more day, and then I am off Friday and Saturday. I cannot wait. Today seemed like everyone had to visit the emergency room. As Jazzy walked through the lobby of her apartment building, she stopped to check her mailbox before heading to her apartment. It had been a few days since she checked it, and she figured it would be full of junk mail that needed to go into the recycling...

BDSM
2 years ago
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Exploring Her KinkChapter 3

By the time Jazzy managed to drag her ass home Wednesday evening, all she could think of was a hot shower and bed. One more day, and then I am off Friday and Saturday. I cannot wait. Today seemed like everyone had to visit the emergency room. As Jazzy walked through the lobby of her apartment building, she stopped to check her mailbox before heading to her apartment. It had been a few days since she checked it, and she figured it would be full of junk mail that needed to go into the recycling...

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