Simple. Non-threatening. The kind of message that wouldn’t scare off a twenty-year-old virgin who’d just been through what had clearly been a traumatic intake process.
Hi Laura! I really love your profile. Take a look at mine and see if you’d like to meet up for coffee to explore the possibilities.
Laura
I got sixty-three direct messages in the first two hours. I sat cross-legged on the pristine white bed in my new apartment, my phone clutched in trembling hands, watching the notifications pile up faster than I could process them.
Sixty-three messages. Sixty-three men who had looked at my photos—at me bent over that tree branch, at my welted bottom, at the seal between my legs—and decided they wanted me.
Most of the messages turned my stomach.
Hey baby, love those marks on your ass. Can’t wait to add more.
Virgin pussy sealed tight? That’s hot as fuck. I’d keep you that way for weeks just to hear you beg.
You look like you need a real man to break you in properly.
I deleted those without responding, my face burning hotter with each crude proposition. These weren’t men, it seemed to me—they were predators shopping for prey. The app let me block them with a single tap, and I did, over and over until my thumb ached.
But scattered among the garbage were messages that seemed different. A bit more encouraging, and definitely a little more thoughtful. Less like I was just a body for sale.
Laura, I appreciate your honesty in your profile. I’ve worked with several young women who needed structure and guidance. I’d like to discuss what an arrangement might look like.—David K.
That one wasn’t terrible. I flagged it to respond to later.
Your academic background in CS is impressive. I run a tech startup and could potentially offer mentorship alongside our arrangement. Let’s talk.—Jason M.
Better. Maybe. I flagged that one too.
Then I saw it. A message that struck me so differently from the others—even the nice ones—that I had to read it twice to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.
Hi Laura! I really love your profile. Take a look at mine and see if you’d like to meet up for coffee to explore the possibilities.
That was it. No crude comments about my body. No mention of the seal or the welts or what he wanted to do to me. Just… normal. A compliment for my profile and an invitation to look at his. Like he was asking me on an actual date instead of shopping for a sex toy.
I clicked on his profile before I could second-guess myself.
Mike G. 42. Tech entrepreneur. Net worth: $2.1B.
Two point one billion. The number made my head spin. I’d hardly even conceived of that much money existing in one real person’s bank account.
His profile photo showed a man in his late thirties with dark hair graying very slightly at the temples. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and had the kind of confident posture that came from always being the most powerful person in the room. Handsome in a mature, distinguished way that made the boys at my college look like children by comparison.
I scrolled down to his bio, my heart hammering.
I’m looking for an intelligent young woman who needs guidance and structure. I value honesty, effort, and genuine connection. While I maintain high standards and expect obedience, I also believe in patience and teaching. I’m experienced with first-time associates and understand the importance of building trust.
I stared at those words—first-time associates—and felt something shift in my chest. Not the crude hunger of the other messages, but something that felt almost… safe. Or at least safer than the alternatives.
My thumb hovered over the reply button. What was I supposed to say? How did you respond to a billionaire who’d just seen videos of you masturbating?
I started typing before I could overthink it.
Hi Mike, I’d really like to meet for coffee. Where would…
Before I could finish, a blue box popped up over the keyboard.
ProTip: Premium sponsors are extremely busy managing their business interests. Associates who demonstrate consideration for their sponsor’s schedule and location preferences are significantly more likely to establish successful long-term arrangements!
