by Mias_Bitch
Sasha’s basement started as a sort of joke. When they were younger, before any of them had started doing any sex work, Sasha and three of Her other Queer friends used to hang out in the walk out basement at Sasha’s apartment. They would use the space to drink beers, and discuss Feminist Theory, and radical left politics. Sex work was always a hot topic among the four, as men are so easily led by their urges and to be able to control those urges is greatly empowering to Women.
As a joke one day, Sasha placed an add on a dating app. She wanted to see if they could get a man to come and strip for the four of them, but also make the desperate man pay them for the opportunity. The response was overwhelming, and soon the four friends started charging Men at the door to come by to strip for them, and otherwise degrade them sexually. The four Women’s disdain for patriarchy, and delight in exerting power over men shown through in their games, and the men found it irresistible.
As time went on, and the four friends matured as Sex Worker’s they refined their operation. With an overwhelming demand for their abuse the Women could afford to be picky. Only clients who could commit to indefinite chastity to keep them desperately coming back for regular use. Only clients who understood that the true power exchange for their Masters was separating them from their money. Pushy demanding clients were not tolerated, only the meekest and most easily manipulated.
So was it, that the four Women commoditized their clients. Locked in their cock cages the men would seek out their keepers at their desperate leisure, more than willing to pay steep entry fees to hang out in the basement with the four Goddesses. Once through the door they were stripped down to their cages, and collared to be mocked, abused, or sometimes just ignored. The women spit on the men, and put cigarettes out on them, openly expressing their disdain towards men. The spoke openly about how they saw their clients as commodities, and trumpeted the redistribution of male wealth. The Women would even offer degrading sex acts to their wide eyed desperate slaves, charging them hundreds in addition to what had already paid to get in for the opportunity lick their assholes, or have them pee in their mouths.
Furthering the operation, the Women started photographing the men to sell on Sasha’s new website “Sasha’s basement”. Carefully selected from immense demand, the men knew their enslavement by the Women meant they would have to risk the exposure. The Women also got in the habit of taking selfies with their clients for their own social media. Photos of them casually looming over their naked, cage, and collar prey. On their knees, the men would pose like this, wads of cash from their tribute held in their mouths. The Women displayed the selfies proudly on their feeds, espousing their fight against Patriarchy, and thoughts on redistributing male wealth; to the encouragement and amusement of their friends and salvation of their male followers. For dual branding and advertising the Women would plug the website with the hashtag #Sashas Basement.
What none of the Women foresaw, was when the hashtag started popping up in their feeds from other locations. Women, queer, non-binary, and trans folk from all over, some sex workers, some not. The posts were all similar, the posters displaying their chaste, scantily attired, eager men, broken and kneeling cash in mouth, yielding their power to their beautiful Masters. #Sashas Basement
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