SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2006 It was a placid evening at the Lake Wales Hospice, and the community room was filled with interested viewers of "Best of the Ed Sullivan Show" Tanya, the aide, was leaning against the wall, talking to the Head Nurse. "God, I don't remember Ed Sutherland at all, but when they showed the Beatles, I know about that." The girl turned e...
Before the sun rose, Gavin was awake and making his way down to the basement. He walked down the stairs and paused as he inhaled the unique aroma of sex. He smiled as he reached the base of the staircase and heard the hoarse groans of Katrina Law. He walked in to the basement and saw Katrina strapped to a machine that had a large 8 inch dildo pistoning in...
Sunday dinner with my family is a carbon copy of many in the past, except this time Angie and I keep exchanging little glances and secret smiles, both of us thinking about what we experienced just a few hours earlier. From time to time I force myself to think about something else or join in the conversation when I feel myself starting to lubricate. I am cert...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2.All characters are fictional but some events in this chapter are based on actual occurrences (see author's n...
This is a story of what happens when Master's slave girl doesn't keep up to date on her work. It is a true story. i have only written it to end my punishment and be allowed an orgasm. As i write it, my punishment continues. i had an insurance claim to file. Master was out of town but called me to ask if i had finished it. "No Sir," i admitted, distracted,...
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...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
It worked! I obsessed more and more about my psycho-sexual correction experience; eventually I determined to try to repeat it. I had trouble coming up with a suitably serious yet reasonably victimless crime which would fill the bill, until one day the solution arrived in the mail - jury summons. I look forward to jury duty, and unlike many, I'm disappointed...
After dinner, you lead me down into your playroom and I smile, thinking of the things that you have already done to me in this room, remembering how I sucked your cock while I knelt on that soft rug and how you fucked my pussy while I was bent over the arm of that chair. I think of the toys that are hidden in the drawers -- some that I now know about and oth...
"Now she seems ready for 'stretching," says 'The Doctor'. "Who would like to assist?" He asks. Stella and two of the unknown men step forward. They take long cords from Tanya and you watch in fascinated terror as they thread them through the three rings around your pussy and knot them securely. Stepping back they take up the tension on the thin ropes. Your a...