This is the second part of a story following Kent Wiltshire and his journey from an independent man to a submissive slave girl. Please let me know what you think, and if there is any themes you would like to see incorporated in the future. ***** Ten minutes later, I find myself with a shaven head as my mistress is placing a wig on my head. Tiny needles go...
Lisa replies a few days later suggesting a couple of mail box stores in her area, and she includes her various measurements. Her bio is short -- she's a nerd, she's introverted, and it's hard for her to make friends. Her path was high school to college to a good job, and there wasn't a lot of dating for her in any of the three. She thinks she's too plain l...
Chapter 2 - Little Bird Sings Pudenda Minks looked down at the young woman tied to the chair in the center of the room. Naked and trembling, just the way she liked them. A lamp hanging low from the ceiling threw a merciless light that made the sweat on the captive's forehead glisten and her red curly hair glow with an almost bloody hue. Bloody but not brok...
Training this sweet bitch was the most exciting thing I'd ever done. Besides the fact that she was naturally sophisticated and a high society lady, she was very beautiful. Her long lean body had all of the right curves, her muscle tone was exceptional for a nearly 40 year old, and her breasts were nice C cups with simply huge nipples resulting from over two...
DISCLAIMER: The people in this story are fictional. The things that happen in this story are fiction. Remember how Wile E Coyote could survive getting run over by a bulldozer? You can't. Likewise, stuff in this story may be ill-advised, dangerous, or fatal. Jack Randolph looked at the clock in the lower right-hand corner of his screen. 5:37. He went back to...
It was dark, but not late when her silver Firebird pulled up outside her apartment. She'd forgotten to leave any lights on, and, of course, she never locked her doors--typical. Her nature was both too trusting and too certain of her own invincibility. She fumbled with the doorknob. Once she got the door open, she struggled inside, her arms too full with book...
Laura dialed my number for a third time. She took a deep breath and stared at the ten digits on her phone's LCD screen. She held the pad of her trembling index finger over her cell phone, hesitant to complete the call. She counted to ten, exhaled, and tapped the screen. Her heart thumped in her chest when she heard the outbound ring. She shut her eyes ti...
Soames watched casually from behind the counter as Pangborn Mislaburski wandered through the aisles, looking unhappy. What could Pang want? Pang had been the "punk" of a series of muscular young men, supporting them royally as comptroller of a chain of coin laundries across the state. Soames was unsure how Pang did it, but he'd pick up a young man here...
I Words merely made the pain in the woman's temples seem to worsen. It quickly spread making the haunting shadows seem to bend and twisted into horrid silhouettes of beasts of the subconscious as she shivered at them not daring to reach out to touch them. For the fear they maybe real in her pain hazed state everything seemed so. All sounds amplified, all...
"Binding her," said Sir, "Will make it the pain easier to endure." Brat lay down on her back on the log, which was large and flat on the top, like a bench. Mommy opened the bag of emergency supplies and removed several tongue depressors and a roll of gauze. She opened Brat's mouth, drew out her tongue, and clamped it between two of the wooden tongue depres...