Book Club

A literary femdom descent into group ritual, suit-and-tie humiliation, and CMNM objectification.

He wore the jacket. He wore the tie.
But he didn’t wear the power.A man offered—used, stripped, documented.
No dom. No roleplay. Just structured service.For readers of CMNM erotica, elegant male submission, and formal group-use degradation—
this is a ceremony of control.
This is power removed layer by layer.

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He didn’t answer.She wrapped the red tie around his shaft.
Stroked. Fast. Hard.He moaned.“No.”She reached back.
Slapped his balls. Hard.He screamed.“Too easy,” she whispered.
Another slap.
Then the pocket square—pressed to his mouth.“You are dressed like a man,” she said,
“but you are not one.”Then she bent lower.
Took his cock into her mouth.Deep. Merciless.He gasped. Twitched.“Yes, Mia. Thank you.”She stood. Walked away.
Pocket square wedged inside him.
Tie slick with spit and precum.
Cock still hard.
Face flushed.She didn’t look back.“We’ll take it from here.”

—excerpt from Book Club

What You'll Find Inside

✓ A man in a suit—polished, powerful, and ready to be undone
✓ Ritual use by six women, each with their own reason for watching him fall
✓ Clothing turned against him: the tie, the jacket, the pocket square
✓ Shame delivered with calm hands and no raised voices
✓ Objectification made elegant—he’s not degraded, he’s displayed
✓ For readers of CMNM, group humiliation, elegant femdom, and power removed layer by layer

This Is For You If...

✓ You’ve imagined being stripped in silence—your tie still on, your cock already hard
✓ You ache to be watched, not wanted
✓ You crave obedience that isn’t asked for—but expected
✓ You want to be used without cruelty, exposed without chaos
✓ You’re aroused by structure, not seduction
✓ You’ve ever wanted to be unmade—jacket still buttoned, throat marked, and body leaking in front of them all

What to Know Before ReadingIs this erotica or literary fiction?
Both. Book Club is literary femdom group-use erotica—built as a ritual, not a fantasy. It’s elegant, devastating, and unfolds through protocol, posture, and polite cruelty. If you’re looking for redemption, romance, or inner monologue, you won’t find it here.How explicit is it?
Extremely. Themes include CMNM, public humiliation, objectification, orgasm denial, and social degradation. The sex is graphic but precise—performed in silence, never for pleasure, always for ceremony.Does it include romance?
No. There is no seduction, no warmth, no catharsis. This is not a love story—it’s about obedience stripped bare, witnessed by those he once controlled.Should I expect a happy ending?
No. But you can expect finality. The climax isn’t erotic reward—it’s structured ruin. He’s not broken. He’s repurposed.Who is this for?
Readers drawn to elegant humiliation, group ritual, and the slow dismantling of masculine pride. If you’ve ever fantasized about kneeling in a suit, tie tight around your throat, while they take you apart one by one—this is for you.

About The Author

Janus Rue writes descentwork—literary erotica shaped by shame, surrender, and psychological control.These are not stories of pleasure.
They are stories of consequence.Their writing strips something away—
gently, ruthlessly, without looking away.No photo. No feed.
Only the ritual.

The second face watches.

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