A secret organization.

A secret organization or a secret society, you decide. As you're mulling exactly the scope of what you want, you write some basic failsafes.

Old Rule: Tilly Smith is the only person who can write in this book. No one else can even see the book unless Tilly Smith grants permission to view.

Old Rule: Tilly Smith cannot be **** to write in this book.

Old Rule: Tilly Smith will always have at least 30 minutes to write in and/or edit this book a day, free from interruptions or influence.

Old Rule: When not being read or edited, this book will be stored in a pocket dimension that only Tilly Smith can access; to retrieve the book Tilly Smith need only wish it and it will appear in her hands with an eraser-topped pencil, and to put it back Tilly Smith need only toss the book in the air, with or without the pencil.

With that taken care of, your imagination runs wild. You've heard of secret sex clubs and BDSM clubs. Maybe you should create a **** club that is shielded from the law by your rules? A single building that has a wealth of perverted delights for its patrons? A kink club more **** than most, that is invitation only? Most kink clubs respect limits, or so you're vaguely aware. Maybe this club treats questionnaires of hard and soft limits as suggestions for what to do to ramp up the experience.

Maybe it's more like a fraternity - the members meet and move among the rest of us, living alongside the rest of society with none the wiser. The men protect each other, and also share details of what victims to try out. Maybe they give out pins or earrings to identify favorite victims in the streets, who both loathe and love their role as unwilling cocksleeve.

Hell, you even think: what if it's a secret city? Something hidden deep underground, with victims being snatched from the streets and being pulled down through sewer holes.

While you're letting your imagination wander, why not a castle flying through the sky undetected? A secret society where women are enslaved to serve the men's needs. Since it's fantastical in basis anyway, you imagine this fort in the clouds as being the last refuge of fantasy creatures - horny orcs, well-hung minotaurs, incubi and succubi, tentacle monsters...

An idea occurs to you and adds a delightful depth to these possibilities: maybe some women are recruited not because they get off on the kink but because they're in debt, and these secret groups offer to pay off their debts in exchange for full access.

And even as that annoying, practical voice in your head says,'But again if you have victims with prolonged exposure eventually they'll adapt and become horny sluts themselves,' you realize something: if every rule can be erased or edited, there's nothing stopping you from resetting any woman's journey from victim to happy cocksleeve, including yourself.