The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
Jenna lay spread eagled on the hospital bed in the cool, quiet room and tried to compose her racing mind. “This is what you wanted,” she reminded herself as she made an effort not to whimper, the only sound she could make through the ball gag she was wearing. She had been ordered to silence, and her stinging backside reminded her to comply with his orders...
Tommy looked up, suddenly aware of a presence in front of him. He was still strapped to the slender punishment frame, although the young nurses had finished liberally applying unguents and liquids to his bottom and legs. Somehow, his tight confinement to the frame had seemed to give him comfort, some stability perhaps. He had seemed to be able to relax as...
NOTE -- This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. * Jenny woke sore and stiff from her 'engagement party' session with Master last night. Padding silently to the bathroom, she began her daily ritual: douche, shave, and shower. Admiring her new implants in the mirror, she was proud of her feminine curves, and the bruis...
I'm nervous as I wait for you to come into the treatment room. I've been here before, but the last time we discussed my lack of response to the program and what you expected of me. This room is different from the one I was in before... and I know why. Though I am tempted to run out the door, I don't. A tingle of fear and anticipation mingle together in a wa...
Ch. 07: Compromised The Doctor and I had reached a turning point. He referred to it as a 'breakthrough.' I would call it the point at which I compromised –or was compromised, depending on how one sees it. At any rate, I realized for the first time that if I could please him enough, I might be able to convince him that I was recovering from my 'dysfunction,'...
Chapter 02: A Fever-Dream I behaved following my correction at the Doctor's hands. Truly, I did. I no longer snuck out to the mill or the copse for my clandestine indulgences in reading and writing. After my punishment, I made every effort to content myself with sitting respectably indoors and reading by candle-light. I even domesticated my habits enough to...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
I sat on the wall, looking across the abandoned car park. I had nothing to do. All my friends had jobs, and I was stuck at home. I jumped down, scuffing my sneakers on the dust, and began to walk home. I stopped suddenly, as a gust of wind blew around my face, and I began to hear a strange noise. It ended with a thud behind me, and I turned slowly to see a...
©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved. * The Rolling Stones are on my mind as my husband thrusts inside me. It is the same old thing, missionary style, lying there as he moves in and out the same old way. 'I can't get no satisfaction' I sing inside my head as finally he cums and pulls out without so much as a kiss. Exhausted he lays beside me for a hot m...