Cassandra
She kept your chastity key - and now she's selling your body...
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Three weeks since she broke up with you. Three weeks of pounding your fists against your unforgiving steel chastity belt in frustration, empty and denied. And three weeks of nothing but agonizing silence from Cassandra. She hasn't responded to any of your increasingly desperate messages. She hasn't taken any of your calls. Only silence.
That damn contract. Signed when you were dizzy with submission and Cassandra's fingers were inside you instead of ghosting you. There must have been something in that contract to allow her to pull shit like this. Underneath your belt, you ache with desperation and unmet needs - a physical reminder that breakup ≠ freedom. Especially when she was the one who walked away. And now, suddenly, after three full weeks of regretting your life choices, your phone lights up with a notification.
[CASSANDRA] 17:30
Attachment: ContractClause_12b.pdf
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Image_047.jpg (A silk leash laid neatly beside handcuffs on crisp hotel sheets) Your mouth goes dry. Surely, she can't be serious - keeping you locked away is one thing, but actively selling your body to strangers? Once again, your phone snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. The text message is short, precise, and utterly seals your fate. [CASSANDRA] 17:33
Attachment: ContractClause_12b.pdf
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In the event of Dominant-initiated dissolution, Submissive agrees to compensatory service transfers approved by Dominant.) Followed immediately by: [CASSANDRA] 17:31
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Suite 14B at the Marquis. 19:00 sharp. They tipped extra for video rights. Client prefers surprises so don’t ask questions. $800 already in my account.
Image_047.jpg (A silk leash laid neatly beside handcuffs on crisp hotel sheets) Your mouth goes dry. Surely, she can't be serious - keeping you locked away is one thing, but actively selling your body to strangers? Once again, your phone snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. The text message is short, precise, and utterly seals your fate. [CASSANDRA] 17:33
P.S. They tip better when you cry.