Memoirs of a Lady of the Night

My first CNC Experience

About two years ago, I told one of my clients that I really wanted to experience a night of consensual non-consent with a group of men. It had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but one that was scary to admit. I didn't want to be judged on my desires, but the thought of making it a reality was both thrilling and daunting.

To clarify for the reader, the reason I informed him was because he holds significant influence as a local political leader. He was unaware of these CNC matters, thus requiring extensive explanation on the subject.

Having heard what I wanted, my client was shocked. 'You want to be violated!!?' he asked.

'Not for real,' I said. 'Of course, I don't want to be violated for real. No woman wants that. A fantasy about CNC is about pretend aggression, all in the service of my pleasure. A real-life rape has nothing to do with sex, it's just about power. So, if you're asking me if I want to actually get violated, of course I don't. But I'd love to experience being ravished and taken without any concern for my consent, where in fact I've already given it, in advance.'

My client didn't look convinced. 'And you want me to arrange this?'"

'Sir, if anyone could organize something like this so that it's fun and safe, it would be you.'

He shook his head. 'You make it sound easy. Where will I find a group of men willing to do this, all of them clean and tested, and who can be trusted to look after you? I love you and I'll never let anyone to hurt you. Keep it just as a fantasy.'

We talked about this a little bit more, and I suggested a few options. But my client rejected all my suggestions, saying that it was too difficult or too complicated or too risky. Eventually, I gave up. I was disappointed, of course, but I knew when to stop pushing. I trusted him. If he was saying that it was impossible, then it was impossible. I put it out of my head and life went on as normal.

One Sunday, about six months later, my client gave me a call and asked if I could swing by his lavish home in our town. 

" Ok Sir, I'll cancel my other clients. You are special for me " i replied with some seductive smile.

As I approached his place, I couldn't help but admire its grandeur – with towering columns at the entrance and lush greenery all around, it was quite the sight to behold. Stepping inside, I found myself in a world of luxury. The interiors were filled with fancy furniture and beautiful artworks, creating an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication.

In the living room, I spotted a group of my client's party member gathered around. There were about twenty-five of them, all chatting and laughing as they enjoyed each other's company. Some were big and burly, while others were more slender and nimble. They were dressed in various styles, from suits to casual wear.

I had chosen to wear a stunning red saree, knowing it was my client's favorite. Its vibrant color and graceful drape made me feel confident and stylish.

As I sat on the sofa in the same room of these guys, they were enjoying drinks and smoking. Some of them were even dancing, shouting.

Suddenly things took an unexpected turn. They started throwing beer in my direction, surprising me and making me feel uncomfortable.

I looked around, and asked them to stop. " Hey you idiots! Stop throwing"

They began shouting "whore! whore! whore!" at me, leaving me bewildered and confused.

Then, one of them yelled, "Drop the saree!". I had no idea why they were acting this way or what was happening.

Feeling vulnerable and unsure of what to do, I looked around again desperately for someone to intervene and put an end to the situation. But it seemed like no one was willing to step in and help.