Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Tier 2: Intermediate Activities ($1,000 Each)
This is where it gets more intense.
Heavy bondage. Moderate impact play—marks allowed, the description specifies, like someone might want proof afterward that this happened.
Complete sensory deprivation.
Objectification.
Total Power Exchange - 24 hours.
My cursor hovers over that last one.
All autonomy relinquished for contract duration.
That's what I want, isn't it? What I write about constantly? Complete surrender to someone who knows what to do with it?
I check the box.
And the others.
Because I'm already here. Already doing this. Might as well commit.
847-SK-2847 Tier 2 Total: $5,000
Twenty-seven thousand five hundred total.
Enough to pay off my eviction and have money left over for... what? First and last month's rent somewhere new? Food? Basic survival?
Keep going.
Tier 3: Advanced Activities ($2,500-$5,000 Each)
I read through the list.
Psychological dominance. Mind games. Gaslighting desires. Using participant's own fantasies/writing against them.
My breath catches.
Using participant's own fantasies/writing against them.
They know.
They know I write. They know I have a forum account. They know my darkest fantasies are documented in forty-seven stories for anyone to read.
And they're offering twenty-five hundred dollars for permission to weaponize that knowledge against me.
I check the box.
Forced confession. Verbalization of shameful desires under duress.
Check.
Mirror work. Forced observation of own submission.
Check.
I skip the severe impact play. The breath play. The knife play, needle play, and fire play.
There's a difference between fantasy and having someone actually put a knife to my skin, and I'm not ready to cross that line for any amount of money.
847-SK-2847 Tier 3 Total: $7,500
Thirty-five thousand total.
I'm shaking.
Tier 4: Extreme Activities ($10,000-$50,000 each)
Consensual non-consent.
Public humiliation.
Recording.
Sharing—multiple partners.
Extended captivity beyond twenty-four hours.
Permanent marking.
Watersports.
Scat play.
I don't check any of them.
Fifty thousand dollars for a rape fantasy means someone out there is willing to pay fifty thousand dollars for a rape fantasy, and that level of desire terrifies me more than the act itself.
847-SK-2847 Tier 4 Total: $0
Still thirty-five thousand.
Tier 5: Additional Considerations ($1,500-$3,000 each)
The list is longer here. More specific.
Exhibitionism—scenes performed in front of mirrors, windows, or buyer's observation. Fifteen hundred dollars to be watched.
I check it.
Verbal degradation. Name-calling. Humiliation through language.
Check.
Servitude. Domestic tasks while naked or restrained.
Check.
Sleep deprivation. Food control. Bathroom control.
I hesitate on bathroom control.
Permission required. Door open. Buyer may observe.
That's... that's humiliating in a way that has nothing to do with sex.
That's control over basic bodily functions.
That's reducing me to something less than human.
Fifteen hundred dollars.
I check the box.
I skip anal play, deep throat training, orgasm prohibition, but then…
Forced orgasms until unconsciousness?
I mean…
Check.
847-SK-2847 Tier 5 Total: $9,000
The grand total appears at the bottom of the screen.
Total Compensation: $44,000
Forty-four thousand dollars.
For twenty-four hours of complete surrender to a stranger who will have access to my psychological profile, my writing, my darkest fears and desires.
A stranger who will tie me up, and blindfold me, and control when I eat, and sleep, and piss.
Who will call me degrading names and make me confess things I've never said out loud.
Who will use my own words against me.
Who will make me watch myself in mirrors as I submit to everything I've only ever written about.
Who will make me come until I pass out.
Forty-four thousand dollars.
I can pay off my eviction. All my bills, gone. Instant new life. Get a new apartment. Something bigger. With an office, or at least a bedroom. Have a safety net while I figure shit out. Maybe even hire a cover designer and publish one of my stories for real on Amazon instead of DarkDesires Forum.
All I have to do is click submit.
My cursor hovers over the button.
This is insane. You're insane. You're going to get trafficked or murdered or—
The timer at the top of the screen shows seven minutes remaining.
Seven minutes to decide if I'm the kind of person who does this.
If I'm desperate enough.
Broken enough.
Brave enough.
You're none of those things. You're just scared, and alone, and out of options.
My finger hovers over the touchpad.
What would your mother say?
That question should stop me.
It doesn't.
Because my mother married a man she didn't love to avoid being alone college. Then did it again after my daddy died. She's got stepsons now. Stepsons she treats far better than she ever did me.
It doesn't even bother me though. Her life sounds like Hell. She performed a version of herself for thirty years until she forgot who she really was.
She disappeared into safety and called it good.
I refuse to disappear.
Even if it means doing something reckless. Even if it means selling myself to a stranger. Even if it means confronting every fear and fantasy I've spent years hiding from.
At least I'll be seen.
I click submit.
The screen goes black.
For one horrible second I think the browser has crashed. That I've lost everything. That the whole thing was a scam and I've just confessed my darkest secrets to the void for nothing.
Or worse—that it was real and I just lost three ours of work and won't be able to fill the form out again in the six minutes I have left.