It was morning and Sean's girlfriend, Mary, had asked him over to her apartment to discuss something important. Entering the building he noticed her car wasn't in the parking lot, but she had been insistent on him coming over so he figured she had to be home. He got to her door and knocked, but no one answered. After a couple more knocks and a few minutes of...
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...
I am waiting for you, wearing the thin leather collar you gave me last time we were together, and nothing else. You expect to arrive and find me in the hall kneeling with my knees spread apart and hands on my thighs. But as a test you did not tell me when you would arrive. After two hours of kneeling I wonder if you are really going to arrive or if you forgo...
It had been three long days since Master had checked my piercings, and after being satisfied that they were healed, had placed the small gold lock through the rings and locked it securely in place. Knowing I still had four days until his return from his business trip before my needs would be relieved was driving me crazy and as I reach down and play gently...
Exploration Melissa felt the roughness of his hands on her butt, first the right cheek and then the left. What was he doing back there? She longed to be taken. She'd been ready for it for ages now. With Jack, there was only two options when she went down on him: either he orgasmed, or he flopped on top of her and took her. She'd never, ever been with a man...
I heard the buzz and the anticipation mounted inside me. Has he finally written back? I opened my phone and to my relief, it was. A perfect stranger known only as 'Master'. He excited my every sexual need and desire. As my breath quickened and my pulse roared through my skin, I nervously opened the email. Master. He wanted a photo, as punishment for not f...
June 10, 2008 That was the last time she would laugh like that. When her Master looked her straight in the eye and told her to be quiet, she laughed. Not because she thought it was funny, but because it was one of those moments where she knew laughter wasn't appropriate. He had turned so quickly. One minute they were joking around, then like a snap of the...
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...
Author's Note All stories in the fictional section of my web site are my fantasies of what I would like to have happened to me. I never intended to write a sequel to 'I'm being Blackmailed' but my imagination has been working overtime on my desire to go through something like Claire has and I've had some ideas as to how Claire's 'blackmail' could progress....
"Please Mr. Oakley, I'm sorry!" Kimberly squealed as the powerful hand of her English teacher met her bare ass with enough force to send a loud 'smack' into the confines of his office. Kimberly was bent over the smooth wooden desk with her jeans and panties down around her ankles. Her round bare ass was red from the twenty or so spankings that Mr. Oakley had...