Authors note. Hey readers, thank you all so much for the comments, please comment as much and as many times as you can. The more comments the more story there'll be. Here's chapter 2, I hope you enjoy this, and to the troll from the comments on chapter 1, don't worry, I'm not quitting my day job just yet hahaha. Anyway, masturbate away! ***** Chapter 2, U...
It was the day of the big game. Our team had made it into the NFL playoffs and we faced the hottest team in the league. I had invited my two brothers and three of my college friends over to watch it with me. The snacks and beer were ready on ice. I had my team jersey on. I was pumped. The girls were ready in their cheerleader outfits. Each had a ribbon choke...
Prologue: Hanging Out at the Cabin I got the note when I got home from work. It had been slipped under my front door. The envelope contained a list of instructions and an address. The instructions were: 1. Shower and shave 2. Dress solely in your black strapless dress. No under garments of any kind. 3. Makeup is to be a red lip stain, and a very heavy s...
I had invited John over for a little drink, after he took me out to dinner. We went to a fancy type Italian restaurant, over on Main St. He was such a nice guy, about 10 years younger than me though. He was a complete rocker, but hid his tattoos tonight under his amazing suit. I was dressed nice, in a tight purple dress, no stockings, and no panties. I met h...
The next morning, I was glad when I heard the activity at the gate. So far, her presence mostly meant pain for me, but I think in contrast to the cold floor, darkness and emptiness, I could use a human company, no matter what tortures come along with it. She came in holding a small bag containing some things. I went on all fours immediately. "Good morning,...
Author's Note** I want to thank the birthday girl in question for both inspiration, and editing services. I've always been told that I have bedroom eyes. I guess it means different things to different people, but my favorite explanation is one a young woman told me not long ago. She said that when I looked at her, it made her breath catch in her throat, an...
This story is part 3 in a series. While all stories may be read independently they are best enjoyed as a collection. The third portion of this series finds the slave Siannon enduring the next portion of her examination with Dr. Master & Nurse Svetla...pain tolerance! While these works are fiction, they are inspired by real events between a D/s couple and fri...
"Obedient Muslim Husbands, now that's a group that needs to be promoted more heavily," Rana Ali said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned, raven-haired young Kuwaiti Arab Muslim woman smiled to herself. Sitting on a throne-like chair in the living room of her plush townhouse in the City of Al Farwaniyah, State of Kuwait, Rana Ali was immen...
My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squ...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...