Karrie’s Story

Karrie Rosca’s youth was as dark and kinky as it could get. A playful girl, Karrie had been incredibly curious about kinks and fetishes ever since she was a teenager, something she discovered quite by chance. She often roamed the streets of her hometown, hoping to get into trouble. It was during one of those adventures that Karrie ran into a complete stranger. They sat at the bus stop and talked for hours, and then he took her home and showed her a world that she’d only heard of. 

But then it was not quite a one-night stand, because that would be too simple. Karrie kept seeing him, and all the while, he was training her to be a submissive woman. And then he taught her how to play the role of a domme. He often had others hire her and these men began to throw money at Karrie. By the time she was 19, Karrie was used to the luxuries that money bought her. The sex was divine and while she loved being the obedient girl to her master, she also relished the tremendous power she had over other men. 

Her biggest kink was incest, something that began with roleplay and ended up being all to real. 

Her addiction had only just begun. As she stepped into her mid 20s, Karrie was an experienced sexual partner. And being paid handsomely for it too. Then began her tattoos. Little signs, words that would describe her kinks, nothing too obvious but right there if you were looking for it. 

From a whore on the streets, Karrie turned into a classy escort. And one such encounter turned her life around. She had been hired by a CEO of a company. He was in town for the weekend and had heard much about Karrie’s prowess to blow a man’s mind. She showed up, dressed in a classy white dress, a little bag in hand and a trolley in tow. As she checked into the hotel - the CEO had booked her into a different room to maintain discretion - she realised how lucky she was. Travelling around the country, meeting some of the most elegant men, not to mention wealthy, and everyone with a dark side. Her long-term clients were almost like her friends. 

Karrie spent the most lavish weekend. Spa by the day and cuffs and chains at night, showing Mr Andrews the many facets to a true sexual experience, making him see the moon, bringing him back to earth. He was thrilled. 

Sunday night, as Karrie packed up to check out, she went to the front desk. She always liked to leave a tip for the staff and that’s when the receptionist handed it over to her. A thick black envelope and inside it was a small note and a card. “Monday, 11am,” is all the note said. “Do you know who sent this?” Karrie asked the pretty receptionist. “No, ma’am. He did not leave a name. We could barely see his face too, he wore such a big hat and didn’t quite linger.” 

Karrie tilted the envelope, and the card slid into her palm. A black card. All it had was an emblem and a phone number at the back. As she looked intently at the logo, the letters began to form in her mind. “TGC”.