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Lionel

The text from Richard that provided the name and contact info for his friend, it also mentioned that the friend would likely want to meet her at his condo, rather than a hotel. When she saw the name, she knew why. Lionel was one of the the cities most well known athletes, though he'd been retired several years, he was still a larger than life character in the city. Knowing who this friend was, explained his connection to Richard, as he was the advertising face for a group of Richard's automobile dealerships.

Lionel didn't reach out to her till Saturday afternoon when Mandy was whiling away the day with Mets Fan. They were snuggling in her bed, post coitus, when she heard the phone ping in her bag. Glancing over at the clock she told the boy that she needed to get ready for her gig that evening. He wondered about dinner and she said they could eat at the club. The boy rolled over to nap and she went to the bathroom grabbing her bag as she went.

"Hey Sevvy," he wrote, "are you available Wednesday night for a couple of hours?" She replied that she was, but it would need to be after 10 or 10:30 as she was busy earlier. Immediately he replied, "I ain't gettin sloppy seconds, am I?" Séverine wasn't sure to laugh or be insulted. "No," she replied, "my real life has commitments as well." "OK," came his reply, just text me when you start over." In confirming she told him about her fee and wanted it left in the bathroom for when she arrived. He replied with a thumbs up.

Business was slow at the restaurant on Wednesday evening. It had begun raining around four and torrential off and on till about seven-thirty. A lot of people decided that it would be a good evening to order take-out for delivery and watch a movie. The manager cut her loose around nine and after arranging for an Uber, she texted Lionel letting him now she would be early, "Cool," he replied.

The rain had lessened when Séverine got seated in the car. She received a text from Mets Fan, "Want some company tonight?" "Not tonight," she replied, not wanting to get into an exchange. He asked"Is something wrong? "No, I'm not feeling well. I'll call you tomorrow," she replied. Silencing her phone, Mandy felt guilty about lying to Mets Fan, but what could she do? She stared out the window as the car moved through traffic, ruminating about the conflict of Séverine and Mandy having normal relationships.

Lionel lived in a condo in the Hudson Yards complex, the building had a porte cochere so Séverine didn't need to walk to the door in the rain that had picked up again.

To access the building, she needed to sign in with the doorman. Lionel had already called ahead, so they were expecting her. For Séverine it was an ucomfortable interaction.

While waiting for the elevator, Séverine felt the doorman staring at her, damnit, I wish it would come, finally it did and she pushed the button for the twenty-second floor. Finding the unit she knocked, a few seconds later the door was opened by a giant with a smile as big as NYC and as bright as Times' Square. Lionel had a reputation for having a big personality and he does, he's big and Séverine wondered what else would be supersized. Séverine is five feet, nine in bare feet and tonight she was wearing five inch heels and her nose only came to the middle of his chest.

The financial transaction complete, Séverine rejoined Lionel in the livingroom that had a wonderful view of the river and north New Jersey. He offered her a drink, telling her that he made a mean Manhattan and she accepted. They chitchatted for several minutes, till Séverine felt it was time for duty. She reached over and rubbed his crotch and thought, no it can't be...

She went to her knees and loosened his belt and zipper, then tugged down his underwear. It was. She looked up at him and said "I won't be swallowing this." He laughed and began lightly slapping the cock against her face.

In front of the wall of glass, she blew him, thinking, "I hope someone is watching and finds this entertaining. He then scooped her up like a three year old and carried her to the bedroom.

She sucked him some more and then he put on a condom. He laid himself atop her. Later she thought of how comical a picture from above would look, this large black man, face down on the protruding arms and legs of a white woman. They rolled over, with her on top, providing the rhythmic motion. On their sides with him behind, he played with her clit and she began to orgasm, while he came into the condom.

He went to the bathroom, while she waited, anticipating what was next. They talked for a several minutes, Séverine knew he was waiting to recover. When he was ready, he put her on all fours and after putting on a condom that he lubed, he pushed his cock against her anus.

It was typical of Séverine to moan or groan some on entry, but to night she was loud from the pain that brought out a stream of tears. He was rougher with her now, moving his cock from her ass to her cunt. He plunged deeply into each, thrusting his hips against her ass with a rhythmic slap, while pulling her hair or squeezing the sides of her neck in his hands, till she felt light headed.

Finally he began to moan, pulling out of her he doffed the condom and kneeled over her, stroking his penis till he ejaculated onto her face and hair. As he wiped the spunk over her face with his cock, he told her she was a good Ho. With him finished, Séverine went to the bathroom and took a quick shower and dressed.

Returning to the living room she found him in a robe, sipping a drink by the window. "One for the road," he asked? She nodded affirmatively in reply and he joined her on the couch. "We should do this again," he commented, to which Séverine inquired as to when. "In a couple of weeks, we can leave the details till later," was his reply.

While they chatted and had their drinks, she arranged for a Lyft to pick her up. She having decided that she would use different transportation services to come and go from dates. It took about a quarter hour for the text to come that the driver was waiting and she said her goodnights. He added a little something for her as she went out the door.

It had become a habit for Séverine to touch the envelope in her bag and she did that morning, it being after one when she reached her apartment. The street was quiet, so unusual for New York, the rain had stopped leaving puddles that reflected the lights. With it so peaceful, she decided to take a short walk and allow her head to clear.

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He looked down the hallway and smiled. Her eyes slowly tracked from side to side, her soft, full lips barely moving as she mumbled quietly. He had been grooming Kennedy for months. It had been slow going, but she was so submissive, getting her into trance was the easy part.

The hard part had been not simply putting her under and having her drive to him. It had certainly been an order she'd have had a lot of difficulty fighting off. Still, he had been patient. Letting her slip deeper and deeper as they explored and played over the phone.

Then came the news. She was looking at a promotion, which included a transfer to his city. It had been almost a year, and Kennedy had jumped at the chance to finally see him in person. Her excitement had been palpable to him, and he finally put his plan into action.

He began training her to respond to the sound of an echoing clock. Part of her hypnotic training had included triggers that could be used to drop her into deeper and deeper trances. All he had to do was pace his commands to the sound. He stood next to the old clock he had in his guest room and gently put her under.

Every. Single. Night.

Kennedy showed signs of it affecting her when he happened to accidentally wander past it while on the phone. Her eyes glazed immediately over the video call, and her lips began moving before she snapped out of it and continued talking as if she hadn't interrupted herself. That was when he knew it would work.

In anticipation of her move, she had asked if he knew any places she could stay at while looking for an apartment. Her coy smile was all he needed, and immediately he offered to let her stay with him. She had arrived at his house that morning, and he had given her the tour. When they got to the guest bedroom, he had pushed the door open and Kennedy followed him inside.

He watched as she gave a small jerk, her ears finally recognizing the soft sound. Kennedy's eyes snapped up, locking onto the swaying pendulum. Her soft moan trailed off into a quiet gurgle as her mind was captured.

He had long ago implanted a swaying pendulum as a trigger, and instead of a regular plain pendulum, she saw multicolored spirals swirling in the pendulum's face. The surprise trigger caught her completely off guard, and Kennedy had sunk to her knees in surrender, staring at the swirling colors in the swaying pendulum as the tick-tock echoed in her ears.

She gave the occasional tiny jerk, but her lips softly mumbled as she watched, and watched and watched. He smiled, looking at the clock that was currently draining away her mind. He loved it. Plant the trigger, set it off, walk away as she endlessly deepens her own trance without needing him to even be there.

He smiled again, realizing that the same clock that was stripping away her will was also able to tell him how long she had been at it. He mused to himself silently, wondering if that might be the reason why pocket watches were such a trope. Interesting.

Still, Kennedy had only been hypnotizing herself into perfect emptiness for about three hours. Her lips were still mumbling, so he figured she could go for another hour or so before giving her a food and bathroom break, then going back in to see the clock. She'd be perfectly compliant by then, but he wanted to take her deep.

Hours upon hours upon hours of deepening her trance, until her mind was so empty not even the mantras remained. Then... then her deepest mind, her unconscious, the core of her very self, would be opened to him like a blank page in an empty book.

He turned, knowing she was trapped. Soon, very soon, her story would be written by his words. Her mind shaped by them. Delivered into his hands as a perfectly programmable slave by the most mundane noise in the world, her pink, warm lips mumbling in time with the swaying pendulum.

"Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tick. Dropping. Deeper. Every. Tock. Dropping. Deeper."

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An Alternate Society

In this society respectable women are for breeding. Women who have pleasure are state whores.

Every girl is taken from their state-homes at age of 14 and sent to state finishing school until age of 18. These four years, they are educated on societal roles and differences between men and women. That women’s main role is to serve and pleasure the men they are given to, and secondary role is to be useful to the state. Women who are respectable members of the society are not allowed to receive any sexual pleasure, as this is the utmost humiliating and dirty thing. Women who cum are whores, and are treated like this, in the designated state facilities.

Girls aged 14-18 are also given theoretical lessons on vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, how to be submissive to men and how to serve their husbands. They are also tought how to edge without cumming, and required to edge three times a day under supervision of their female intructors. There is a very rewarding spying system inside the schools, and girls are kept in shared dorms. Girls who cum are punished severely, so most girls do not even dare touch themselves other then the designated edging lessons.

Men are also given state education at schools about men’s role and rights in society, how to treat their wives, and how to use the state whores. From early ages they are taught that it is the male citizen’s utmost duty to report women who cum to the state. There is a very strict and complex legal system to punish men who fail to do so. Almost all men internalise this duty very well. It is natural for them to monitor, prevent and report female orgasms.

At the marital lessons, they are taught how the primary purpose of a marriage is breeding, and how men are responsible to get their state assigned wives pregnant at least three times before they can change them with new ones. All men aged 18-70 would be given 18 year old virgin wives from the finishing schools.

Men who need wives are kept on a central database. As a girl at the finishing school reaches 18, they are matched to the next waiting male citizen on the database to wed. The wedding takes place at the office in finishing school, and the man takes his wife to his home. At first night, the husband breaks the hymen with forceful penetration. Foreplay is not recommended on respectable marriages, and strictly avoided on the first night. Respectable women are not to have pleasure from sex, and the husband takes it easy on her bride on first night to help her succeed, by avoiding any pleasure. The husband can take the wife in any position or use anally or orally. But first month it is his duty to have missionary penetrative sex at least once a day, for 30 consecutive days, and cum inside his wife, to promote breeding.

After the first month, the husband can start testing his wife’s fitness for continuing his status as a respectable wife, by playing with her sensitive places nicely. He can stimulate her nipples, rub her pussy, even play with her clit to see how she responds. The wife must stay silent and not move during these test sessions. Any sign of pleasure result in increased strenght of the test, meaning longer stimulation on clit, even licking of the pussy. If the woman cums, she fails the test, and loses her status as a respectable woman, fit for marriage. These tests are mandatory to every married man to complete at least once a month. They must file the results on the central database. This is a citizen duty, to report the test’s failure to the state.

The failed wife who had an orgasm loses her status as a respectable member of the society. She is divorced from her husband, and her husband is put on the database to receive another 18 year old virgin from the finishing school. She is then taken to the state brothel where she will spend 5 years to pleasure any men, and be pleasured by many. Her social status is decreased to the lowest.

Even married men go to the brothels frequently, especially those who are fond of their wives and not wanting to lose them by giving them pleasure. Since they can not play with their wives for long hours in order to avoid their pleasure, they satisfy their need for long foreplay and pleasuring a woman at the state brothels. Women at state brothels are allowed to receive pleasure and cum. They are usually overwhelmed by forced orgasms with their ambitious partners who see not making a whore cum a big failure. The only good thing about being a state whore is that they are not banned from sexual pleasure. Their civil rights are non-existent for 5 years, they can not travel, can not access the internet, can go outside of the brothel only twice a month, and can not work anywhere else. They wear mandatory identifying outfits. The society would not talk to them outside the brothel. It is the lowest status in society and talking to them make the other citizens dirty.

Respectable wives must breed for three times until they can retire. The state looks after the children, girls and boys at different facilities. With different schooling systems.  After the third child birth, the husband and wife decide how they would like to continue. Usually the husband would want a divorce so that he can be assigned a new 18 year old wife to breed. If they don’t divorce, the woman lives with her husband in his home. The husband would usually not have sex with the wife anymore as his breeding duties are finished, and he would not want to risk his wife’s respectable status by giving her pleasure. His citizen duty to report his wife’s orgasm remains as long as they are married. He would continue using the state brothels. The wife would have a rather peaceful and high quality life where she can now start a professional school or university, get employed, travel freely within the country or just stay a housewife. Men are strictly prohibited from approaching retired married respectable wives. Being with them and giving them pleasure has the hardest penalty, castration on first offense, death penalty on the second.

If a respectable wife gets a divorce after the third child bearing, she has two alternatives. She can stay sexual pleasure free – or she can request pleasure. If she requests pleasure, she has to serve at a special state insitution which handles the needs of sadistic male citizens, for a year, before she can become independent. Upon admission to this facility, she would have a private residence where she will stay for one month. Here she would be allowed to touch herself, and cum freely any time. Most importantly, there would be state employed male personnel to give these divorced respectable women pleasure. Selected from very handsome, fit, and skilled volunteers, these pleasure-guys would play with these women in their private residences day and night. Introducing them to foreplay, extended clitoral stimulation, clitoral orgasms, g-spot orgasms… For one month. It would be the best month of their life for these women. They experience sexual pleasures not known to them until this day. For thirty days.

After the 30 days end, they are sent to the Center for Serving Sadistic Male Citizens. As a retribution for their selected pleasure month, they serve at the center for 1 year. Here they are free during the day, can go to school, work, write, go out.. but at night they must pleasure a sadistic man sexually from 10 pm until he leaves.  These men are supplied with toys and instruments by the facility to help fulfill their needs – anyhthing from crosses to floggers, whips, canes, bondage beds, needles, spiked beds, burning ointments, ropes.. They can also bring their own equipment, which must be approved by security personnel at the entrance. They are allowed to do as they please with their assigned woman, but they can not give them long lasting marks. It is usually a shock to the woman on their first night at this facility, enduring so much pain after a month of extended pleasure ; despite they know at least in theory what to expect once they are here. The whole experience is taught at the finishing school. They are also briefed by the state after their divorce, when they select pleasure or no-pleasure.

The women who select no-pleasure after their divorce become independent immediately, and can go on about their lives whether work or study. They can also go to the state sponsored holiday resorts in beach towns and stay as much as they want, up to 6 months at a time. There is only one requirement before they are emancipated. Their pleasure centers must be blocked. The state offers two options for this : 1. They can get their clitoris removed at the state hospital with a short surgery or 2. They can get the orgasm blocking injection which they need to repeat once a year at the given date.

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The Third Age of Trump: A New Boss

For Vicky and her husband Todd, it was never a question of if she would be raped, only when. Around puberty, girls began to discuss it amongst themselves. Usually prompted by a conversation with their mother or older sister and they were no longer sheltered from the conversations of the older women about their sisters, cousins and friends that had been raped. There was no shame, only reality.

For men and boys, the reality depended on were they among the elite or the common. For the elite, it was something to look forward to and a benefit of their privilege. For the common, it was the reality that they would be the cuckold and could do nothing about it. Their role would be to provide support, comfort and understanding to the women close to them. From that, a pride had developed and boys looked forward to their future.

Over the weekend Vicky and Todd forgot about their reality and enjoyed the company of Todd’s parents and younger sister. Vicky and Elaine were becoming close, Elaine being only two years younger. But Monday morning would bring change.

When she arrived at the office Monday morning, one of the older women took her aside. “You have a new boss,” she told her. “What…,” Vicky started before being cutoff. “We don’t know but there was a major bust at a gay bathhouse downtown, if he was there….? If he was there, he’ll be lucky if he’s not castrated,” she went on. “For now, just hang loose and go about your job, and let him make the first move.”

Vicky went to her desk and opened her task list and began checking off items. The phone rang a couple of times with the calls for him. She’d announce them and wait to hear how he wanted them disposed. Finally, at 10:30, he intercomed her, “Victoria, would you please come into my office? Vicky immediately stood up and grabbing her tablet went to the office and stood in front of his desk.

He leaned back in his chair, and looked her up and down. “Turn around,” he instructed her, “slowly.” “You’re very pretty, nice legs and pert tits. Show me your ass.” With her back toward her, she lifted the hem of her dress. “Nice,” he continued. “But you’re wearing panties, take them off.” She did as instructed and then looked at him. “I’ll take those,” he said reaching and taking them from her offering hand and then sniffing them before putting them into a drawer. “That will be all,” he said dismissing her.

Except to watch her, through the glass wall, Victoria had no interaction with her new boss the remainder of the day. When she thought of it, she was amazed how inured she’d become to having her bosses look up her dress.

Tuesday began much as Monday had. One of the women had found confirmation that her old boss had indeed been among the men arrested and at first appearance, he would not be MAGA enough to escape punishment. It was considered opinion among women, regardless of class, that MAGA men suffered from the fragilest of masculinity and could not let homosexuality go unpunished. Oh but they did enjoy watching women have sex.

At nine, he called her into his office. As with yesterday, she stood in front of his desk waiting for instructions. “Lift your skirt,” he told her. She did as instructed and a smile crossed his face and then he commented, “Good, you’re not wearing panties.”

He came around the desk and pressed her against the wall. She didn’t resist, having prepared a third of her life for the moment. His hand went up the front of her dress and found her slit. Roughly he pushed his fingers into her. He kissed her, she kissed him back. “You’re not only pretty, but you’re a slut, he said grinning. “Of course, for you sir,” she replied.

It became the pattern of her employment, she arrives for work at 8:15 and he calls her to his office at 9, they briefly discuss the days business activities, and he rapes her by 9:15. The next and subsequent mornings he bent her over the desk, pulled down her skirt and panties and took her anally. The first time was a shock for Victoria, she was an anal virgin and didn’t expect his thrust. It hurt and she let out a shriek of pain and began crying. He enjoyed that she was hurt and cried, he was a sadist. 

She was comforted by her co-workers, who said they’d never known of someone so brutal. At first, she spoke with it about Todd, but then let it drop. “How was your day,” he’d ask, “the same,” she’d reply.

It ate at Todd, he knew it shouldn’t have, he’d spoken to his father, older brother and friends whose wives worked. All shared his experience and all told him to let it go.

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Preparation

The courtesan prepares for her date. It has been several weeks since the lady has come out to play, but the routine is familiar, choosing her dress and hanging it on the closet door to see if there are wrinkles that need to be steamed out.  Selecting her lingerie, stockings and shoes, laying them out on the bed.  

She draws her bath, scenting the water with rose petals. After covering her hair under a shower cap, she slips into the water and lathers herself, then shaves her legs, underarms and pubes while humming a Cole Porter tune. Sitting nude at her dressing table, she brushes out her hair and then proceeds to dress, stockings first, then heel, followed by knickers, suspenders and bra. She vacillates about whether the suspenders should go over or under her knickers, settling on over for clients or under for herself.

Seated again at her dressing table, the courtesan applies her make-up and then slips into her dress, a sheath in red silk. Her phone chirps, her driver is waiting. She checks her lipstick and runs a brush through her hair then checks herself one last time in the full length mirror. Satisfied she dons sunglasses and picks up her clutch and goes down to the car.

This is a new client that she will meet at the Little Red Door on Rue Charlot. His references were very good and her research showed him to be comfortably fixed. Hopefully, he will become a regular. After cocktails there it will be off to Lido de Paris for dinner and the show. He is waiting at her arrival and they greet each other with air kisses. When seated he presents her with a small gift bag, containing a box with a wallet (along with the receipt for easy return) and at the bottom a thick envelope. Now her evening is to begin.

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Bianca is a 25-year-old software writer and escort from Toronto, Ontario. She was born in Hamilton, Ontario and lived in Dublin, Ireland for many years. She likes cash, properly compiled HTML and four star or higher hotels. She dislikes claims of latex allergies.

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Chad

Séverine came to the conclusion that Chad was a shy puppy. A male example of a young dog that wants attention but won't come over to get it. He tried to negotiate her fee and then resisted needing to pay for the hotel room. Finally he agreed to everything and found a room at a boutique hotel near Time's Square.

Friday proved to be sunny and warm, just the thing for a summer dress. Unconvinced that he'd follow through, Séverine got ready and took a cab uptown. She had never been in that hotel, but it was fortuitous that the bellman was away from his station and the desk was beyond the elevator. This got Séverine thinking that the building may have been office space before becoming a hotel. As she looked around, she noted that there was a swimming pool behind the wall, across from the elevator. The color scheme on the upper floors was grey, darker grey and black with dim lighting in the halls.

She found the room and knocked. She heard a rustling on the other side of the door as Chad fumbled to open it. He invited her in and she bussed him on the cheek. He smelled freshly showered, good boy she thought, you follow the rules. He was mostly dressed, wearing his dress slacks and a white shirt, his suit coat was hung on the back of a chair.

The room continued the color scheme, except the bed, which took up most of the room and had a bright, white duvet atop it. She pointed to a doorway, "Is that the bath?" He nodded and she went in and closed the door. An envelope was leaning on a faucet, she picked it up and counted it, before putting it into her bag.

Rejoining him, she gave him a long wet kiss and asked him to undress her as she turned her back to him. The dress was closed by a series of small buttons, that he handled adeptly, Severine barely felt him unhook her bra till she felt it fall away. After the dress fell to the floor, slid his fingers under the waist band of her panties and slid them over her hips and down her legs giving her little kisses on the shoulders, hips and small of the knee along the way. This gave her a little shiver of pleasure.

He crouched down and glided the panties over her heels. Standing he held the crotch to his nose and breathed deeply in, before letting them fall to the floor.

Séverine, naked now except for the shoes turned toward him and pushed against his chest till he fell onto the bed. She crawled on to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, this time with she providing the little kisses and nibbles. He had a nice body, trim and muscular. "I should be paying him," she thought. Undoing the belt and the zipper she noted he hadn't put his underwear back on and the hardening, thick cock popped out.

On her knees at the side of the bed, she held his cock in her hand and ran her tongue along the underside from the base to the tip, before taking him into her mouth and sliding her lips down its length. Though he had good length, Séverine was pretty sure she could swallow him and she did, though not without some gagging. After playing with his cock for, she guessed, fifteen minutes, she opened a condom and put it on him using her mouth to roll it down.

She crawled atop him and lowered herself down on to his member. Chad lay back, his eyes closed, moaning softly. They shifted positions.

First he picked her up and they assumed the missionary position. Séverine enjoyed this, she liked the weight of his body on hers and would have played with her clit, except he was already doing so. While shifting positions, first doggy and then on their sides, him behind her. She'd check the time. If time was running out she'd could finish him with a handjob, but that wasn't necessary as he released into the condom while behind her.

After cuddling for several minutes, she gathered her clothes and went back to the bathroom, jumping into the shower, then using the wand to douche herself and soap to erase the smell of sex.

Rejoining Chad, she found him dressed and sitting on the side of the bed, where she joined him. They small talked a bit and then she prepared to leave, asking him is she'd see him again. He suggested in two weeks at the same time, place to be determined. She agreed and picked up her bag and left.

In the street she checked the time and seeing she could comfortably get to the piano lesson on the upper east side, she walked to Seventh Ave to hail a cab. In the taxi, she had her first chance to relax and took and then exhaled a deep breath. She dug into her bag to find a pair of flats to wear instead of the heels.

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C. Soulier - Paul Kamm or Klamm

For AKS editions , C. Soulier is a French with a Germanic influence. I have not found documentation in French.

I agree with the prevailing opinion today, which is as follows : Paul Klamm or Paul Kamm (who also used the pseudonym C. Soulier, born 1891 in Berlin, Germany, year of death unknown) was a German femdom BDSM artist of the 1920s and 1930s. He published in publications such as “Reigen”, “Berliner Leben”, “Die Ohne”, and “Der Junggeselle”. His BDSM work, largely published under the name C. Soulier, is F/F and F/M and includes spanking drawings and enema art.

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The Third Age of Trump: Orders

The office had a dress code for the women working in it and a woman conforming would dress in a club dress and heels. Always modest, Victoria ignored the code, wearing clothes and shoes that she was comfortable in.

On the Monday, of her second week, her boss called her into his office and instructed her to sit on his desk as he closed the door behind her. She did as instructed and crossed her legs at her ankles, staring out the window. "Please cross your legs at the knee," he instructed and Victoria, a bit confused, complied. "Victoria," he began, "you are aware of the office dress code, you did sign an acknowledgement."

Victoria, nodded, adding, "I did." He asked, "why, why aren't you complying?" Not having a reason but the real one, she whispered, "I'm ashamed, uncomfortable to dress that way." "Well, you've agreed to and it is, it's a condition of your continued employment," he pointed out. "And a reminder, your lack of cooperation can result in your husband being sent to the front. She nodded, and whispered, "I know that." "Then you'll comply?" He asked and she nodded affirmatively. Releasing a great sigh, he said, "that's good, now lets discuss how you can adjust what you're wearing today."

Victoria was wearing a white, short sleeve blouse, buttoned to the neck and a crucifix on a chain. Her skirt fell to the middle of her calf and buttoned up the front, she wore knee socks and loafers. "Unbutton your blouse," he ordered. She complied and the he told her to unbutton another and another till the top of her bra was exposed along with her cleavage. He then instructed her to unbutton her skirt will only the top two buttons remained fastened and then to expose her legs. She did so, feeling great embarrassment, but she didn't notice that he couldn't look at her.

"You can go," he instructed her and then stopped her, "one more thing, remove your panties." Victoria, feeling defeated and beyond embarrassment, simply complied.

She returned to her desk in stunned silence and sat there as if she were in a trance as the phone rang several times. Finally she answered it, it was for him and when she looked up toward his office he saw him staring back at her, or more specifically her legs.

On her way home from work, she stopped at a department store and bought a few of the required outfits. They were as cheap as they were skimpy. The older woman at the register, looked at her and asked, "Do you have an office job?" Vicky nodded and the woman said, "I understand."

When her husband arrived home that night, she began crying when he asked about her day and took her into his arms to console her. Both knew where this could lead, and each knew there wasn't anything either could do to change their fate. They'd only been married two months and only known each other for three, but they knew that they could only trust in each other.

He asked to see the dresses and she modeled one, embarrassingly. He looked up at her and gave a wolf whistle and then pulled her down atop him and they made love.

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MYRTION, PAMPHILE, DORIS

MYRTION So, Pamphilus, are you marrying the daughter of Philo the ship's captain? They even say you've married her already. So many oaths you made to me have vanished in an instant? You've now forgotten your Myrtion; and this, Pamphilus, when I'm eight months pregnant. So that's all your love has earned me; you abandon me in this state. Soon I'll have to nurse a child, a pretty burden for a courtesan!

Do not think, indeed, that I'm exposing the one I give birth to, especially if it's a boy. I'll raise him, I'll name him Pamphilus: he will be the consolation of my affection; and one day he will reproach you, when he approaches you, for having been unfaithful to his unfortunate mother. The girl you are marrying is not so beautiful, however. I saw her recently at the Thesmophoria, and I did not know that soon she would be the cause of my not seeing Pamphilus. But please, consider her first, and take care not to repent one day of having taken a wife whose eyes squint when looking at each other; or rather, you have seen Philo, the father of this beautiful woman, you know his face; from that you have no need to see his daughter.

Pamphilus : Shall I listen to your foolish talk for long, Myrtion? What do you mean by this beautiful marriage? Do I know whether this woman is beautiful or snub-nosed? Or whether Philo of Alopece, for it is of him, no doubt, that you mean, has a daughter of marriageable age? But, besides, he is not at all my father's friend; I remember that recently they had a lawsuit together over some naval matter. He owed, I believe, a talent to my father, and would not pay it: my father summoned him to the naval tribunal; Philo had great difficulty in paying it, and even then he did not pay it in full, as far as I know. If I were so eager to marry, would I marry Philo's daughter, after having refused that of Demeas, who is my cousin on my mother's side, and whose father commanded our army last year? But where did you hear this news? Or who made you imagine this ridiculous cause for jealousy?

MYRTION What! You are not getting married, Pamphile?

PAMPHILE You are mad, Myrtion, or you have drunk too much: yet we did not have a great party yesterday.

MYRTION It was Doris who caused me this grief. I had sent her to buy me some woolen cloth for my diapers and at the same time make wishes for me in the temple of Lucina; on her return, she told me that she had met Lesbia... But tell her yourself, Doris, what Lesbia told you; unless you invented this story.

DORIS May I be crushed, my mistress, if I lied to you in a single word! When I arrived at the Prytaneum, Lesbia accosted me laughing, and said: "Well! Pamphile, your gallant, is marrying Philo's daughter?" She added that if I doubted it, I had only to bend down and look into the alley, and I would see the garlands with which the house was crowned, the flute players, all the tumultuous preparations of a wedding, some people singing Hymenaeus.

PAMPHILE Well! you bent down?

DORIS Certainly, and I saw everything she told me.

PAMPHILE Ah! I understand now what caused your error. Lesbia did not completely deceive you, Doris, and what you reported to Myrtion is true; but you took the alarm at the wrong time. It is not a question of any marriage for me. I remember my mother saying to me yesterday evening, when I left you: "You know, Pamphilius, Carmides, the son of our neighbor Aristenets, he is the same age as you; well, he is already getting married, and leading an orderly life: when will you stop living with a courtesan?" I pretended not to hear her, and went to bed. This morning, I rushed here at daybreak; that, no doubt, is why I did not see any of the preparations that Doris saw. But if you doubt it, go back there, Doris, examine carefully, not the alley, but the very door, see which is crowned with garlands, you will find that it is that of our neighbors.

MYRTION Ah! you give me life again, dear Pamphilius; for I would have died of despair if such a misfortune had befallen me.

PAMPHILE It will never happen: I am not foolish enough to forget Myrtion, especially when she carries in her womb the fruit of our tender love.

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By: Liara-Roux re-posted from Mercurial Girl

Teatime with Marla

I met Marla at my hotel room, opening the door in a silk robe with some of my more provocative lingerie underneath. We hugged, chatted about a few irrelevant nothings, and she slipped into a robe of her own. The set she wore underneath the robe was a delicate and nude, playing peekaboo with her perfect little nipples. I laid down beside her on the bed, making smalltalk, discussing the friends we have in common, all the while slowly moving closer together. Her eyes met mine, held my gaze, and drifted down to my lips. I leaned in to kiss her. Her tongue gently flickered between my lips before opening to a deeper kiss, pulling me close and running her hands along my waist, my hips. I rolled on top of her, and slid my leg between hers, our bodies moving against each other, the soft friction of our legs rubbing against each other slowly bringing us closer and closer to orgasm. She rocked her hips against mine, pressing into my, rolling her eyes back in a not quite quiet ecstasy.

Afterwards, we went out to tea. Her eyes have this magical way of making you feel like all it as peace with the world - I can see why so many people are utterly enamored with her. She won my heart immediately. Cupping the steaming cups in our hands, we slowly entangled our legs beneath the table.

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Step, step, step

Wednesday, had been a fruitful night at the piano bar, helped along by a full bar and restaurant, and a partying crowd, it was Fashion Week and along couple of guy who sought to bed her who had dropped Benjamins into her jar. That was fine with her, their money spent as well as anyone else's and five hundred and twenty dollars she earned that night, was the most she had ever made.

The evening over, she walked to the Seventy-second street station and waited for the #1 train. While waiting, she occupied herself by checking her and Séverine's messages. In her queue, there were six messages from "Met's Fan," the guy she went out with Sunday. The messages ranged were poetic running to doggrel and varied from cute to dirty, but they all made her smile. It had been a while since she was so ardently pursued by a boy.

They had a great time a the ball game and when he suggested a bite to eat afterward, she agreed. To her surprise, rather than some sports bar, he had them get off the train in Brooklyn and took her to a malt shop, where they had burgers and shared a malt. To the boy's chagrin, she didn't invite him in on arriving back at her apartment, following an old rule of hers about not fucking on the first date.

He wasn't dissuaded, the messages started in the morning and flowers arrived around noon on Monday. Mandy was being romanced and loved it and realized she could fall in love with this boy. Without really thinking about it, she sent him a message asking if he could meet her at her apartment and that she'd be home in a half an hour. "Yes," came the answer.

In Séverine's queue, there was a message from Chad and one from Richard. She chose to read Chad's first, "Hi, are you free Friday, early afternoon, I'd like to see you." She replied she was and asked that he call her the next day and they could work out the details.

Richard's message was a downer, "Séverine, I have a close friend who would like to see you, but I want to ask your permission to pass along your information to him, Richard." Her first thought was, "he's pimping me," and she decided she didn't need to reply that night.

She nearly forgot about the boy and pouted on her trip home, but her mood lifted, when she saw the boy waiting in front of her apartment.

In the morning, she did something unheard of for her and made Mets' Fan breakfast, usually she chased men out as soon as they awoke. He didn't linger, as he needed to get to work and after shutting the door behind him, she leaned against it for several seconds as she switched from the joy of Mandy to the schedule of Séverine.

There was a text from Chad asking when he could call, she replied to him, "anytime before 10 or after 2." Then she looked at Richard's text and began to reply when the phone rang, it was Chad.

She answered in her brightest, sunniest voice and after some small talk, Séverine explained how the date would go and the cost, plus he was responsible for the hotel room. He tried to negotiate, she held firm and finally he relented, though Séverine wouldn't have been surprised if the cancelled.

That conversation took about a half hour and then she turned her attention to Richard, "Yes, you can provide him my information, but please send his to me, when you do," she texted him.

Changing accounts, she texted Megan, "are you available for coffee this afternoon?" Megan replied quickly that she was. Mandy knew she'd want to hear about Mets' Fan and she wanted to brag.

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The Third Age of Trump: An Introduction

It had been quite a month for Victoria, she had her eighteenth birthday, was forced to leave her schooling behind due to the Laws of MAGA, married a young man she had met only days before and started her first job as a secretary.

Her husband, a man chosen by her grandparents was a nice guy. They admitted to each other that they were petrified of the future, but the marriage gave them some space and protected them from immediate harm. For him, being forced into the military at 22 and dispatched to fight in the brutal Forever War and for her forced into a marriage arranged by the government authorities and facing a life of baby making, in accordance with the regime's, pro-natalist policies.

Their marriage gave them some flexibility as when they would begin having children and how many, along with giving them some control of their lives going forward. But all wasn't going to be easy, for him work would be a brutal schedule of 60-80 hour weeks and for her, she would need to work till they began a family and in a society where sexual harassment was encouraged and where sexual abuse and rape was only frowned upon, depending on the status of the victim and perpetrator.

Despite the uncertainty in her life, what Victoria mourned the most was the inability to pursue her education. Her great grandmother had two Ph.D's, her grandmother had completed her Masters and would enter a Ph.D program in engineering, when the regime banned women form going to the University.

Like Victoria, her mother had been banned from schooling after twelfth grade or reaching 18 years old, but her mom had fewer choices than Victoria. She was swept into a then, new program of natalist promotion and eugenics, where selected, young women were forced to become baby factories. The concept was that the women would be inseminated every 18 months giving them a life of pregnancy, nine months of recuperation and then pregnancy again. The resulting children would be raised by the sperm donor's family.

After birthing Vicky, her mother faced with losing her child and pregnancy again committed suicide. Her fate was common as there were thousands of suicides among young women in the program. While vestiges of the program still exist in the form of the state administered, forced marriages, the most brutal edges had been sanded off, but the general, pro-natalist policy had become normalized.

Victoria was one of the luck ones, through her grandparent's contacts and well placed bribes, they were able to adopt her, most of the children of the baby factories became second-class members in the families of the MAGA elite.

Victoria had been in her job as a secretary for a week. Her boss, a doughy, balding man of about 30, who didn't seem to have much interest in her. She overheard one of the other secretaries refer to him as a queer in a disparaging tone. Victoria wasn't sure, as it was well known that homosexuality was banned and the practice could be punished by death. But like everything else in the Age of Trump, it depended who you were.

The office and environment she was working could have been found in the mid part of the 20th century and was archaic at the mid point of the 21st. Arranged along the exterior windows, were the offices of the managers, all men and all white, in front of each office, arranged in a row, were the desks of the secretaries, who were either white or Asian.

Though she had been there a week, the other women mostly ignored her. They were all in their late thirties into their middle fifties, still attractive, but their beauty fading. On her third day of the job, one of the secretaries came out of her bosses office in tears. Victoria could have sworn that the woman's inner thighs were wet, but she wasn't sure. The woman fled to the secretary locker room and lounge while two others, followed her.

Victoria's grandmother speculated that these women were likely barren or had sought and failed a private arrangement with a member of the Elite. It was beyond Vicky's experience, but she admired the loyalty these women showed each other.

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Bianca is a 25-year-old software writer and escort from Toronto, Ontario. She was born in Hamilton, Ontario and lived in Dublin, Ireland for many years. She likes cash, properly compiled HTML and four star or higher hotels. She dislikes claims of latex allergies.

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A Step into the Demimonde

Arriving back at her apartment, Mandy sent Richard a text thanking him for the evening and expressing how she was looking forward to seeing him again. A few hours later, he replied with a brief text stating that he'd enjoyed their evening as well, but he gave no indication of a future invitation.

"Rather than waiting for him to call," she wondered, "how she could entice him into an arrangement?" "I would be happy to be his mistress," she whispered out loud to herself.

That evening and the next, Mandy had piano bar gigs uptown, while Friday she was fronting a Blues band, made up of struggling musicians at a bar in Queens and Saturday she had a tentative date planned with a guy she'd met a few weeks ago, they'd be going to a street fair in Brooklyn.

Her day free and her fiends mostly working and the day rainy, she browsed the internet escort-sugar baby websites. Up till then, she always lurked and never logged in, but after meeting Richard and adopting the pseudonym Séverine Silk, she registered under that name for a review and advertising site that also had discussion boards.

Thursday afternoon, the boy called to reschedule, he needed to work, but had scored Mets tickets for Sunday, was she free, she was. While pleased about the switch, she also wanted to go to the fair and called a couple of GF''s and arranged to go with them.

Late Saturday morning, Mandy, Megan and Elise bicycled across the Brooklyn Bridge heading for Dumbo and joined the fair. After being there nearly two hours, Mandy spotted Chad, the younger man that Richard introduced her to at the St. Regis.

She watched him for a few minutes and noticed that he seemed to be alone and then she saw him casually approach a woman, who after a short word, moved on. Mandy told her friends that she wanted to split off, there was a guy that she'd met... They wanted to know who, so Mandy pointed him out. Elise commented, "he's good looking, but kinda old." To which Megan drolly mentioned, while looking at her, that "Mandy has had a thing for older men lately." Elise wrinkled her nose, "whatever."

Parting from her friends, Mandy shadowed Chad for a bit, he was definitely alone and seemed to be attempting to pick up a woman. She maneuvered till she could "run into him." "Hello Chad," he looked up, at first not recognizing her, "Séverine?" She nodded affirmatively and they began with small talk, she noticed that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring, confirming her opinion that he was a randy boy.

She flirted shamelessly with him and silently smirked to herself as he stumbled throughout their interaction. A self confident Lothario he's not, she thought. Wanting to move this along, she suggested that he buy her a drink.

Meeting Séverine had surprised him and her flirtatiousness unsettled him. After meeting her on Tuesday, she kept popping into his thoughts and he had begun to create a small fantasy around her. Now here she was in front of him, he remembered what Alex said about her being a hooker and that bothered him on two levels, the first is that it didn't square with his developing fantasy, that allowed that she could be a sugar baby and he'd never considered hiring a prostitute.

Chad suggested Evil Twin Brewing and Séverine agreed saying that she'd never had been there and loved finding new places, while choking down a chortle because she was a Twin and likely considered the evil one by her parents. She slipped her hand under his arm and they left the park, heading down Main St. to the tavern.

They found a pair of seats at the end of the bar and ordered a sampler. Séverine continued to flirt with him shamelessly, now and again rubbing her foot along his calf and touching his legs, leaving her hand to linger there.

Chad finally relaxed and was going with the flow, all the time anticipating that he'd be bedding Séverine. Mid way through their round, Séverine grew serious and mentioned that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring, while running her nail along his finger and then told him that she'd watched him trying to pick women up in the park, commenting that he didn't seem to be very good at it.

This flustered him again and he stuttered out a response. She stopped him and asked, "Have you and your wife spit or are you a cheater?" He turned beet red and she smiled coyly, having her answer. "Let me have your phone," she asked. Taking it she opened the directory and created an entry, S. Silk and her phone number, saving it she handed it back to him. Then leaning into him she gave him an open mouth kiss, holding it for several beats, then whispering in his ear, "I'm the girl you're looking for, willing and available, it will only cost you money and I'll never call your wife." She kissed him once more then stood and picked up her bag from the bar. "Call me," she said before turning and walking out.

Chad watched her go, focusing on her ass and legs, he was stunned and didn't know what to do. Another guy who had been watching Séverine, said to Chad, "I wouldn't let her leave." Chad mumbled a response, finished his beer and left.

Outside Mandy couldn't believe what she had just done, trembling as she thought about the afternoon. "Now where did I park my bike?" She thought.