Joyce 2 - Flatulent confession It was 6pm in the London offices of Clutterbuck Legal Publishers, Bell Yard, EC2. Manager Joyce Tipson was sitting in her office chatting to Julie, her secretary. The year was 1972 and the building was deserted because the employees had all gone home with the exception of Joyce, Julie and one other – your humble scribe, John...
It was 8 o'clock in the evening on a Tuesday in late June when Victoria Bidarte was kidnapped. It had been dark, damp, overcast and unusually warm, and every worker on the roofing site was sweating in the 90-degree heat. The men were sullen, and tempers were high. Those who worked on the ground envied the workers who perched on the roof, hammering and stapli...
This story takes place in Dayla Valley*, a remote, self-sustaining metropolis where women make up the ruling class and males are brought up to be submissive and subservient. This area contains various institutions meant to enforce that understanding, such as training centers, punishment and obedience facilities, and schools which espouse a gynocentric view....
"I spoke to you earlier today about your past week's demerits. Why are you here?" "To be punished, Governess," he answered with a quaver in his voice. "How did I punish you last week?" "You gave me a strapping with Becky's belt." "Now I want you to strip. Completely!" "Everything, Governess?" His insides fluttered. "Everything! Quickly!" Governess sto...
My hands are bound. I'm blindfolded. I've been stripped of all my clothing, picked up and placed in a tub. Her hands are soft as she washes every inch of me. I try to speak to her, but she only tells me to be quiet and not to speak unless I'm spoken to. She continues bathing me. She helps me up and dries me. She brushes my hair to a soft shine. She whispers...
Photo Shoot "Oh great, absolutely bloody wonderful!" Craig tosses his mobile onto a chair. On top of everything else that's going pear-shaped today now the sodding male model is a no show." "Gastric flu?" he snarls, pacing the room. "Hangover, more likely. "The lift's out of order so I have to lug my equipment up three flights of stairs, then the client d...
Mr Jamieson has arranged for his wife Sylvia to visit Mr Trumble, a professional disciplinarian once a fortnight while he is overseas on an extended business trip. Being a professional, Mr Trumble naturally writes to Mr Jamieson after each visit to report on Sylvia's progress. Below is the report from Mr Trumble after Sylvia's fourth visit. "Dear Mr Jamieso...
She is numb. Nothing seems to matter anymore. The tears spring into her eyes, she picks up her bottle of antidepressants and wonders how many it would take to end her life. She finds herself thinking this and other thoughts, before she throws the bottle angrily at the wall. The lid pops off and little white pills scatter everywhere. Furious, she punches a ne...
Soames watched the balding blond man sweat. He looked terribly defeated, kind of like Toby, the Human Resources chap on "The Office." Soames tried to smile--it wasn't in his blood, smiling on command, to make the man feel at ease. "Calvin, just tell me more about yourself. It'll really help in the session." Calvin Sage smiled. "You can call me Cal. All my...
22 year old Sarah was happy to have been accepted to the state's cheerleading team. She had been a cheerleader since she was 6, but now at 22, she was in for the time of her life. Sarah marveled at the other girls and their abilities, and knew she had made the right decision when she worked extra hard, and put in for team captain for her high school squad. N...