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SYNOPSIS
Simon had been successful in life. A huge career and a privileged life. Unfortunately for him, success and privilege also brought arrogance. That is arrogance to a point of abuse of the women he could pick up, seemingly with he click of his well manicured fingers. In short he treated women like shit. Then he met the Blonde and the Brunette; seemingly a double act who were looking for a sexual encounter in a different part of the city, where they wouldn't be known. One that they, and he could just walk away from. Just a bit of fun. At least that's what it looked like. Wrong! Simon had been brought to the attention of the mysterious Group. His life would never be the same again.
This is the story of a man being taken from the height of his powers, and into the realms of a fetish based, BDSM vortex where whimpering would be a daily occurrence for him.
EDITORIAL: WARNING - contains some extreme content.
EXTRACT
Somehow though, just somehow, something made him think past that instant despair at such a
thought, at the words she had just spoken. What the fuck did she mean, 'we' and
'before we do the modifications'? What the fuck did she mean by that? For the
first time, the very first time there were alarm bells beginning to ring. Just at that
point and to one side of the blonde with the fucking deliciously spreadable legs, there
was a noise. Like a 'click click'. It was the sound that metal tipped high heels
made on a bare tiled floor. It was just at that precise point that a rather large breasted
brunette came into the scene. She didn't just come into the scene, she sauntered in.
Fuck, she had red lipstick on as well! And her red lipstick created a contrast too.
Although her contrast was different in that she had jet black straight hair that cascaded
down her back and over shoulders that were almost bare. The cocktail dress she was wearing
was shortish but loose. Low cut front and back meant that there was plenty of flesh
displayed. Simon's eyes were drawn first to the gentle bounce and sway of her
breasts as she walked. High heels did that to a girl. They made her extremities jiggle and
move in the most provocative ways. As this second woman came into view he recognised her
as well. She had been with the blonde in the bar. The thing was that Simon might not have
given either of them a second glance because the wine bar-come-club was so full of
gorgeous women that he could most likely have been able to take his pick. The fact was
though that the blonde had given him such a wide, lips-glossed smile at the same time as
looking him up and down slowly and hungrily that he kind of thought to himself, why the
fuck would I want to make it any harder for myself when this sexy slut is offering it on a
plate? Good question Simon. Good point. Maybe the question should have been, why the fuck
is this class bit of stuff even looking twice at me? That might have been a more
appropriate question. Given the way events unfolded that night, it might have been a case
that alarm bells would have been set off a little sooner......
