Mon Capitaine 2 by Anonymous

 Mon Capitaine – 2

The weekend on the sailboat was just the beginning. On Sunday afternoon, when I left her at the pier, she gave me an appointment for the following Friday. I was supposed to show up at 6 p.m. at her house, she said smiling. She would give me the address.

"See you next Friday, Mon Capitaine!" - she said laughing, and I couldn't help but shiver.

While I was tidying up the boat, I tried to think about everything that had happened. And it was all extremely strange. I have always been a man of few words, very cerebral, used to control events as much as I could. And yet, this time I realized that I had abdicated and let myself be dragged into a flow of events absolutely out of my control. However, it was not so much this that struck me, rather the fact that she had managed to make me take a completely subordinate, even submissive attitude. While I was cleaning the deck I was wondering if my nature was just like that, a submissive person: and my answer, perhaps out of natural self-defense, was negative. Yes, it's true, I had never been a tough guy, and in fact, I had a reputation of being a very kind person, but certainly, both at work and in my love life, I wasn't one to be prevailed upon. And yet...

Shaking my head, I put the last ropes in the peaks, giving a last look, and then I went away in silence.

The week passed quickly. I had tried not to think about her, except to try to recall when I had met her. I began to remember: it had been at university, but the memory had faded away. I seemed to remember that she was very fond of me and that she made it quite clear to me. On the other hand, I hadn't shown any interest in her, in fact I had snubbed her. That was what I remembered, but it was as if I had removed the fact.

On Friday morning I received a message on my mobile phone, with her address. It corresponded to an isolated area outside the city. I prepared myself, even bringing something just in case I had to spend the night there (inside I was certain of that; we hadn't talked about, but I was sure I would only be dismissed on Sunday night, and I packed my bag accordingly.

Just before 6 o'clock, I was in front of the gate of a rather old and well-kept villa. There was no name on the intercom, the agreed signal was two rings on the cell phone. At 6 o'clock the gate was opened, and I entered, knocking on the front door. When I saw it, I startled. She was very beautiful, wearing a simple blue tailleur that left her beautiful legs uncovered. She was elegant without being conspicuous; but above all, she exuded, with every movement she made or word she pronounced, a feeling of authority, of self-awareness that made me feel uncomfortable. She made me sit down and sat in front of me, crossing her bare legs and smiling at me.

"So, mon Capitaine, have you pondered about our meeting? Have you remembered who I am and when we met?"

“Yes, more or less.”

"No, no... with me you can't use ‘more or less’, I'm not a ‘more or less’ person. Do you remember the days of the University or not?"

“I do, yes:”

"Well, then you remember that you were not particularly nice; and I am a person who does not forget. As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold. And I intend to eat it all. Kneel here, close to me."

Nothing forced me to do that. I could have got up, told her to go to hell, and gone. But I did not. A force superior to my will forced me to obey. I knelt down where she told me, right next to her armchair. And as I did so, I felt a feeling of warmth invading me. I could not understand myself, and it bothered me, but I knew that I had no choice.

"Great. Let's start by setting the rules. I will always be Lady Mary for you. But you will not have a name here. You will simply be Mr. Hiero. You will wonder what that means. Well, not because you are my hero... just memories of university... common memories, aren't they? Do you remember who the hierodules were? The slaves of the temple...who were often and willingly used as prostitutes...hahaha".

It was as if her voice, and her laughter, in particular, entered into vibration with my soul, creating a state of waiting and uneasiness, but at the same time of desire and inescapebility. I bowed my head as if to accept what she had said, and she, slowly raising my chin with the tip of her shoe, said in a low voice "Every sentence, every conversation, must always end with your "Yes, Lady Mary". Is that clear?"

“Yes, Lady Mary.”

"Good. Also remember that if I don't tell you otherwise, you will always have to look me in my eyes. Never avoid my gaze. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, aren't they? And I want to eat your soul, drinking it over a good glass of wine."

“Yes, Lady Mary.”

"Good. Now go and get changed in the first room on the right, along the corridor. You will find everything you need to wear for the whole weekend on the bed. Nothing more, nothing less. Or maybe something more, every now and then... I'll be waiting for you in 10 minutes. Go."

I got up and walked away to the pointed room. Upon entering, I noticed a bed with clothes on it. In fact, just a garment, a kitchen apron. As I took off my clothes, I wondered why that garment was there. Humiliation, of course, but what else? Its purpose was to degrade me, but I thought, or perhaps hoped, there was something else. I looked in the mirror, and the yellow weaves cotton apron made me absolutely ridiculous.

After ten minutes I was kneeling next to her again, without being asked or ordered. The apron covered my waist, my chest and my legs, but it did not cover my ass, nor could it hide my exuberant erection. Which she didn't let escape, when she said to me, "Ohoh...Mr. Hiero is excited...so I have chosen the right name... And so, better to begin immediately, after all, a weekend passes quickly... Follow me, I feel like fancying some coffee".

I got up and followed her to the kitchen, where she sat down on a comfortable chair and said to me: "There you can find everything you need to prepare my coffee, I hope you are capable of it".

“Yes, Lady Mary.”

"But, to make things more fun...let's see if your B-side, so exposed, can be used to play...memories on the boat, carrots, no? hahaha"

She approached me as I was tinkering to make her coffee, and I felt a hand resting on the back of my neck, and at the same time, I felt something pressing against my ass hole... "I suggest you to relax, and to be cooperative...it won't hurt that much..."

It was a plug that she was inserting little by little, without any hesitation, into my ass. I felt like dying, but I didn't want to give in to her, so I kept working on the coffee, almost pretending nothing was happening, while an atrocious pain was spreading all over my body.

"Bravo Mr. Hiero! Come on, it's almost all in, where it's going to stay for a while..."

She sat back down and said, "Great. I want my coffee black and sugar-free...as black as the color of the pompom hanging from the plug...just a beautiful sight...hahaha".

I blushed dramatically. The tone of her voice, everything she said to me, instead of making me angry and rebel, softened me up as if she emptied me of my will and filled me with something that was not mine, but that took possession of me, inexorably..

She looked at me a little bit, quite amused, and then, coming out of the room she said: "When it's ready, serve my coffee in the living room".

The pain began to fade, but I felt humiliated. It was a part of me that I didn't know and that came out. That's what I thought while preparing the tray, with the cup of steaming coffee.

I went back to the living room, where she was waiting sitting, nonchalantly flipping through a newspaper. I approached her and knelt down, offering the tray.

"Great. The smell is inviting. You'll get some too when the time is right, don't worry." She took the cup and sipped the coffee, with evident satisfaction as she stared at me. "Bravo, Mr. Hiero. So you know how to do something, other than taking care of a sailboat...". While she was talking, she moved her legs, until she put one foot on my thigh and one on the evident bulge that I could not in any way hide.

"How horny are we... Soon we will have to do something about it, don't you think? Don't tell me that you discovered something you didn't know? That maybe you like to be fucked in the ass, and that you like to be treated like a little slut...hahaha".

Her foot was pressing on my member, giving me strong feelings, while the pain that was spreading out from my ass, in waves, was just as much strong.

"Yes, I would say that slut is the correct word, don't you think? And we will use this little slut, we will use it well, until this is your only raison d'etre: to serve me and fully be my slut".

In this way, little by little she advanced towards me, until her face was only a few centimeters away from me. She graciously took my chin, saying to me gently but peremptorily "Open your mouth, it's time for your coffee".

I opened up my lips, always looking at her. She smiled at me and little by little she drained an abundant trickle of saliva, mixed with coffee. "Don't swallow now, but only when I tell you to. I want you to feel clear that I am inside of you, in your ass and in your mouth".

Feeling her saliva while her smiling eyes were fixed on mine was like a shock. I think she noticed, because at the same time she smiled at me, put her hand on my shoulders, and forced me down so that the plug was pushed even more imperiously into my ass. "Mr. Hiero...my little slut and my spittoon...you should be careful, one could say that you almost love me...hahaha".

She smartened herself up little by little, gave me the cup back, and told me that I should serve dinner at 9 p.m., inventing a menu from what I would find in the kitchen. After having served the dinner, cleaned and cleared (she did not tell me if and what I would have eaten too), I would have to keep her company.

"...And you'll see, you'll like it...well, I certainly will like it...and that's the very important thing, isn't it? Hahahahah."

I headed towards the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. I did not know exactly what was in store for me. I did not know what further humiliation I would be subjected to. But little by little I realized that, slutty or not, being in her hands, manipulated like a thing, made me feel alive and that I would do everything to give her pleasure.

The only question was: how far would she push me? But I knew I could not answer. Not yet, at least.

P.S. The only thing I know is I am still alive. That weekend was the beginning of everything. A storm. Other confessions will answer, telling what really happened.

Demons & Angels by Mark

Demons and Angels

It is Ward 10 in the local hospital, and he is breathing his last. I often think cancer is our best friend; if it was not for Big Tobacco, things would be way more time-consuming and tedious for us. Oh wait: ’our/us’.  I know, right? Total shock for people like you who are not actually in the whole ‘collect their souls’ business. Turns out there is more than one religion and more than one way to collect souls and deliver them to Hell: who knew? But he is my religion, and my responsibility. My wings and horns and spiny tail and pitchfork, really just psychodrama: to be honest, the Buddhists do it with more style. But I do carry the whole scaly demon thing off pretty well, because he is, like, shit scared.

So, as he lies there on his death bed, I do the echoey voice:

‘You fucked around, drank like a longshoreman, did more lines than a Shakespearian actor, and totally ignored your wife and son. You were an asshole your entire life, and now it’s time to count the cost.’

When I say that kind of stuff, I like to think I am channelling Charlton Heston in ‘The 10 Commandments’. Or maybe it is ‘El Cid’. But, you know, big, important, portentous.

He looks up at me with dying eyes, which, personally, I hate. They spend a whole life screwing around and then on their deathbed they look up at you with the puppy-dog eyes.

‘I am sorry’, he says, and a single tear drips its way slowly down his cheek.

Can I tell you, right now, how much I fucking despise those tears that drip slowly down the cheek? I have him bang to rights, and now, with the whole ‘tear dribbles down the cheek’ thing, there is a last-minute appeal to a court of higher authority. So anyway, I grit my fangs and I phone the Higher Authority: and before you ask, no, you cannot afford my cell-phone plan. 

There is a long delay. There is always a long delay. He is lying there, expiring, and I am drumming my claws on the bedside cabinet listening to the busy signal. Eventually, I get through. They tell me:

‘He hath repented, and his path to Heaven is secure.’

And I think:

‘For fuck’s sake! I have the pitchfork ready and everything. Plus, if I hear that ‘hath’ crap one more time, I am going to tell them to fucketh off.’

Then the asshole dies and slips out of my grasp forever.

But then the phone rings again, and the celestial voice tells me:

‘There is a submissive in Ward 8 who is close to death. He spent his entire life lying to, and stealing from, any domme he could trick into collaring him. He secretly served several dommes at the same time without telling them. He pledged lifelong obedience to each domme and then as soon as it became inconvenient to him, he ghosted them.  On SL, he pestered dommes in IM and would not take ‘no’ for an answer. We do not have a final tally, but estimate he used over two dozen phony alts at the Dominion. He made life so miserable for some of the dommes that they left the Dominion and never returned. You are to visit him and seek his final confession.’

So, I sharpen my horns and my pitchfork, give the old spiny tail a shake as I get up to go, and I think:

‘OK, Mr Ward 8, let’s see you cry your way out of *that* bad shit, motherfucker.’

Man Cave by Anonymous

Man Cave

“Dear, it’s time to get in the car”
“What?”
“The car Dear, it’s time to get in the car.”
“Why”
“Sweetie, I told you last week we were going somewhere today, you forgot already?’
“I must have.  Can it wait till tomorrow?  The big game is on in an hour.”
“Oh, you will not miss the game.  I promise.”
“The last time you told me to get in the car like this you took me for a colonoscopy!”
“I had to just get you there Honey, you would not take yourself.”
“What is it this time?  A root canal?”
“No, no…please relax.  Your blood pressure will go sky high!”
“I knew it, you ARE taking me to the Doctors!”
“Dear, it’s time to get in the car”
“You know I hate surprises.”
“I know Darling but I am sure you will like this one.”
“Ok, ok, but this had better be fast.  I don’t want to miss the kickoff”


“Where are we?”
“It’s a new place.  Just opened a month ago.  Everyone is raving about it.”
“By EVERYONE you mean your girlfriends, right?”
“Yes, but they tell me that their husband loved it too, once they got here.”


“Wow!  Look at the size of that TV!”
“See. I told you it was not a root canal”
“Are those designer beers in that case?”
“Yup”
“Look!  There’s Frank over there on that leather couch.  I work with him.’
“Well, he looks happy.”
“Hey Frank!  You gonna watch the game?”
“Absolutely buddy, right here.  I am here for the duration.”
“Hey Honey, do you mind if I stay and watch the game with Frank?  I am sure you can find something to do with your friends.  Think of it as a days’ vacation from me.”
“Well, if you are sure you want to stay. "
“That’s ok, there is always the after game wrap up if you are a while.”
“Then, I think I might just take you up on that offer.  Thank you Dear.”


“Hello Ma’am, are you dropping off or picking up?”
“Dropping off please.  My girlfriends just rave about this place.”
“Well, that is very nice to hear, let me tell you your options.”


“The basic fee is $60 for four hours. This includes snacks and soft drink or water etc.  It does not include alcoholic beverages of course. “
“Reasonable.”
Now if your man wants a beer or cigars there is an extra fee per item, I will give you our price list.”
“Thank you, I am sure he will want a beer or two.”
“If you need to board him over night he will have his own individual kennel, with his own 72 inch flat screen TV.  It is even equipped with a private urinal, right next to the tempurpedic cot so if he is the type that needs to get up during the night he won’t have to go more than a few inches!  It is one of the features that makes our place stand out from the competition”.
“Yes, better plan on an overnight stay.”
“The overnight includes a “manly-sized” dinner and a “lumberjack” breakfast.  Does he have any food allergies?
“Not that I know of.”
“The fee for a one night stay is $200.
“Wow, Isn’t that a little steep?”
“Well, yes Ma’am but it does include two meals, community play time, and nature walks.”
“Oh, okay, that works for me..”
“Aright, please fill out his form and include his doctor’s phone number, the name of an emergency contact and then sign it please.”.
“Thank you, I think this will work out very well, I will pay when I pick him up tomorrow?
"Of course, any extras will have been added to the bill by then.”
“See you tomorrow!”


“Oh!  Excuse me Ma’am I forgot to ask.  Do you want him bathed and groomed before you pick him up?”
“Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you again. Bye for now”

Anonymous Confession

I am one of the unowned subs, one of the quieter ones, who comes and goes and tries to help build and sustain The Dominion community.  You have probably seen me off and on, off to the back kneeling and listening.   I have friends, both on sub side, but mainly with the Dommes.  I have gotten to know several of them and they make me smile, laugh and that special feeling that only a dominant woman can produce.  That is the reason  come around, to the dances and to the events.  I think some perceive me as aloof or disengaged.  I am not partnered up (even though it has been close)

But there is another reason, really.  I hope to find that special someone.  That Domme that I can serve, make smile, feel proud and to enjoy the power, intimacy and connection that can exist between a Domme and Her sub.  It is my pleasure just to be in that relationship and to share the feeling, openness and honesty that it creates.  I have come close, and met some truly wonderful people.  But it wasn't meant to be.  Maybe it will come back and that spark we feel will grow again, but for now, the search continues.

But maybe people see me as boring.  I don't wear an animal avatar, I don't go crazy in the events or trials; I don't speak and say provocative things in the courtyard.  Most times I sit and listen, watch and observe.   and I don't have a Mistress to engage with here.

But ...and this is my confession... there is a deeply submissive and kinky side to me.   Scratch that hard cold surface, and a stew of sensual thoughts and desires resides within.  My fetishes are locked up tight, but they venture into things and places I haven't shared with anyone.  They maybe common kinks and fetishes on the vast menu of D/s, but I suspect that most of the Dommes here would be shocked, stunned and amazed that I was into that.  Total power exchange, name calling, total submission, cross dressing, pegging, forced bi, avatar control, speech and voice restrictions, all those sorts of power tools.  That is much different from what I share on my profile, in my chit chat or even in more in depth discussions.

You all know me, but what you don't know is that inside, there is a strange odd world swirling around waiting to be opened and exposed.  I have my crushes here, and some Dommes just blow me away.  I get shy and quiet and could never approach them,   I just hope they take a liking to my wit and personality and recognize that my attempts to engage them, however feeble and meek, are the ways I try to engage and attract you and try to give You what a sub can give.  And yes, I still have those crushes and still want to engage those women in my own oblique and halting ways.

I will continue my search for Her, my Dulcinea, my One.

Fan Fiction by Anonymous

FanFiction

I do not get gooey over famous people, it's just not me, but one character in film brings out the Domme in me. It's like reading a book and empathising or lusting over one character, or watching in the shadows ready to pounce at the first opportune moment. It wasn't even my choice of film when this comic book character first stirred something in me.

I am not going to dissect the reasons of why I respond how I do, I'll leave that to the listener, they can prod my lust with their own reasoning.


It was his lips that did it for me, almost feminine in his otherwise all male body and brooding darkness.
I wanted to hear those lips beg, for pain, for pleasure, for release, but never for mercy.
I wanted those lips, everywhere.
Mouth enclosing as much of my red painted toes that would fit in that perfect orifice.
Closing around swollen nipple tips, suckling until my clitoris blossoms and demanded those lips to feed me pleasure, belly aching pleasure that drowns all other senses.

I can imagine him now as I write, my cunt damp and yearning; an illusion, an impossibility, a fantasy built on lips and a leather clad masculine strength.

There are other things I desire to carve into his psyche, his body, his comic book being.

Before this fantasy unfolds of one thing be certain the actor who plays this character holds no interest to me whatsoever.

................................................
The Fantasy

His life consists of a bare cool cell buried deep under the ground or on occasions in the laboratory where he has been  programmed to perform dastardly deeds in the name of freedom. A process that has taken decades of dedication, an unaging mortal of murderous, monstrous power.

I am privileged to assist in this vast maze of  rooms dedicated to espionage, I was recruited after accidentally taking a  play session a little too far – as in a dead playmate too far. But this ability to misjudge a situation was just what this organisation was looking for in its employees and I've never looked back.

I have the luxury of feeding my rather extreme sexual predilections without drawing too much attention to myself, another corpse among so many others barely raises an eyebrow.

This man, this creature, raises a growl in my throat each time I see him, smell him, sense his presence.

It's a problem, my needs are neatly kept beyond my place of work and this has never  been a problem – until now.

I'm standing just inside the laboratory, he's here, alone, semi naked, shackled to the medical bed in a sitting position. I stand immobile, breath held, fighting my inner urges.........

I whimper, his eyes flicker open and he stares at me uncomprehendingly, but I want him to understand , I want him to know, I what to carve the knowledge of my lust on his torso.

A wry smile parts my lips, slipping out of every stitch of clothing, leaving them discarded on the concrete floor I pad towards him, his eyes are still barren of emotion, just a vague perplexity that puckers his lips– I want those lips.

He's completely immobile, that excites me.
He's scarred and marred, that excites me.
He's hard as fuck itself, that excites me.

I give no fuck that his head doesn't compute what is about to happen.

I want his cock in me while I play, I want to rotate and grind, rise and fall, lather him in my demonic desires.

My cunt is slippery, swimming with power and persuasion, I hide his phallus in my pulsating vagina pumping him with my muscles.
Satisfied I am full, my attention turns to him, his lips.

I want to stitch his eyelids closed, I want to fill his ears with his own semen, I want...I want...I want....

Nostrils flared I kiss him sucking the air from his lungs, storming it back into him. Nipping, biting, tearing at his tongue, probing gums and flossing his teeth with his own blood.

I want, I want , I want

Crushing full breasts on his chest, sliding nipple over nipple, his hard muscle to my soft flesh.

At the point,.... you know the point where 20,00 nerve endings from belly down scream for orgasm, designed for pleasure and cannot be denied that pleasure.

Tearing his flesh with talons, eating the blooded flakes of skin as they separate from his body, feed morsels to him, the blood lip-sticking those lips that stir each of my senses.

Orgasm – scalp tingling, body convulsing, howling demonically, teeth clamped on his lower lip until it bursts, the flowering of my passion, my desire, my ravenous appetites.


I rise off him a river of fluid dripping down my thigh.

Dab the blood off him in a vain attempt to cover my lust.

Return his cock to his trousers.

Gather my clothes, ripples of orgasm still echoing in my belly.

I dress.

Turn to observe the restrained man.
He still stares, wide eyed and empty.

Fists clenching...unclenching......clenching....unclenching

As my cunt clenches....unclenches...clenches...unclenches

A Prickly Confession by Anonymous

It was the end of the week, and I was exhausted.

Seems like all I could do at the end of each day was collapse on my sofa, heat up a frozen dinner, gobble it down and then crash. The next morning, it was time to start all over again.

So when I got a call from my friend Stu on Friday night, I barely had the energy to answer. I let it go 7 rings, and then finally picked up.

"Hey lazy - wanna come out and party?"

"Stu, I'm wiped. Go have fun. I'm a mess."

"Nonsense, I'll pick you up at 8," said Stu, and then promptly hung up.

Sure enough, at 8 he was there, calling me loudly from the cab. So I grabbed some cash, and dragged myself out the door to join him.

I didn't know where we were going, so it was a surprise when we pulled up at a completely black building with a door that could barely be identified.

A rather large man, dressed in leather, let us in.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, my head felt dizzy from the pounding music and the heat. I turned back, and Stu was already gone, getting lost in the crowd and the sounds.

All alone, I figured i'd find my way to the bar. As I approached, I stopped in my tracks as I saw the silhouettes of two incredibly beautiful women, chatting at the bar.

I tried to act cool and not acknowledge them, as I made my way to the bar to ask for a drink.

As I got closer, I saw the women were wearing boots - not just any boots, but long, shiny beautiful black boots. Several minutes must have passed, because the next thing I knew the bartender was yelling at me. I looked up, and smiled sheepishly, ordering my drink.

"Oh, we'll get you a drink, no need to order," said one of the two Ladies on the stools.

I turned, surprised.  "Me?" I asked. "Why?"

"Clearly you need one - you must be dehydrated from staring at my boots for the last 5 minutes", she said, and the other Lady giggled loudly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... " I began to say. "Of course you did", she said. "What's your name?"

"-------" I said. "and yours?".

"This is Eva", said the second Lady. "Hello, Eva", I said politely.

"What did you call me?" she asked. I paused. "Eva?" I said tentatively. "What?" she repeated, angrily. "You are not bright. It's MIss Eva". I gulped and took a breath. "Miss Eva? In that case, i'm "Mister ------", I laughed.

That's when I felt the sting across my face. I winced, and tried to figure out what happened.

"I offer you a drink, allow you to look at my boots, you're told my name, and this is how you speak?" she said angrily.

I thought about this. "Sorry, Miss Eva".

"Are you?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes I am.". Slap.

Again, I was confused, only this time the sting remained for longer. Then I felt my hair being pulled hard.

"And I'm Miss Persephone, you rude little toad", said the second Lady, who then pushed me down to my knees, hair in hand.

Now I was face to boot with Miss Eva. "Kiss," said Miss Persephone. I looked up at her. "Don't look at me! Kiss!", she repeated.

I kneeled for a while, quiet and confused.

"Fail," said Miss Eva, lifting her boot and putting it in my face. "Now you must beg to kiss it."

Again, I felt paralyzed, unsure of how to react. I'd never been talked to this way, and these strangers were pushing the limits of my sense of fairness.

I think Miss Eva sensed my confusion, because her tone changed. "Aww, you seem confused. Poor little ------. Are you thirsty?" She handed me a drink.

I took it, relieved, and began to rise. But I felt the pressure of Miss Persephone's hand on my head, pushing me down, and pulling my hair to the side so I couldn't get up.

Miss Eva lowered the drink to my mouth. Miss Persephone pulled my head back with her hair and plugged my nose. I opened my mouth to breathe, and Miss Eva poured the drink down my throat. "Drink it all up," she said sweetly. I complied, not knowing what else to do.

"All finished?" she said caringly. I nodded. That's when they both broke into loud laughter, with a tone that almost seemed sinister. Again, I felt confused. Why was she so nice, and then so mean? And why were they taking this admittedly odd interest in me?

Miss Persephone began counting. "One, two, three, four ..." she counted. "Five, six ..."

"Why are you counting?" I asked.

"Because in 4 seconds it will kick in".

"The alcohol?" I asked. They laughed even louder this time.

"You idiot. The drugs," said Miss Eva, this time with an authority that was frightening.

That's when I panicked. I realized it then - I didn't know where I was, I didn't know who I was with,  I was on the floor
and i'd just had my drink spiked with something I didn't understand.

Immediately I rose. I had just started putting my weight on my feet to push up when I felt my knees go wobbly.

"Having trouble, little ------? Let us help," said Miss Persephone, smiling at Miss Eva. They each grabbed an arm and began lifting me. I felt my feet firmly on the ground now, my legs straight. Then I felt them release my arms. My knees buckled, and down I went. More laughing followed.

"What should I do?" I asked helplessly. Miss Persephone stroked my cheek, then brought her hand behind my head. Miss Eva had something in her hand, but I couldn't quite make it out. Miss Persephone grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and once again Miss Eva poured a drink down my throat as she plugged my nose.

I shook my head, ashamed that I was unable to see this coming or stop it. I tried to spit it out, but she held my jaw shut, and looked deep into my eyes. "Drink," she said firmly. My head was swimming. I nodded and did what I was told.

"Now, about my boot ..." said Miss Eva. I leaned forward obediently to kiss. SLAP!

i shook my head and waited for my vision to unblur. Miss Eva spoke again. "Beg, loser."

"Please?" "Please what?" "Please can I kiss your boot?" SLAP.

"Miss!" said Miss Persephone. "Miss," I repeated. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Miss Eva".  "MIss Eva," I said, confused. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

i looked up, almost in tears, shaken and confused.

"Say the full sentence, with her full name," said Miss Persephone, with a little more patience than I expected.

i tried to remember the phrase, but couldn't. All I knew was that the pain of being slapped, the humiliation of being on the ground, the smells, the heat, the drugs, it was all making me feel ... very strange.

i looked at Miss Eva's boot. I really wanted to kiss it. I wanted to worship it, lick it, praise it, hump it - my desire was deep and dark, and awash in disorientation. I was lost in my own arousal.

"Please, Miss Eva, please may I kiss your gorgeous boot?" I asked, with passion. "Please, gorgeous Miss Eva? Pretty please?" I begged, making puppy dog eyes.

They both laughed. "No," said Miss Eva. "Now come with us".

They lifted me again, and I was half-dragged and half staggered my way out of the bar, into the night.

I don't remember much about how I was transported, but I do remember arriving at the house. It seemed normal, in a quiet street with a nice yard, etc. I remember feeling relieved, calmed, like i'd awoken from a dream where I was unsafe.

I took a deep breath, and leaned toward the couch. Couches always made me want to lie down and crash, which is exactly what I needed. Then I remembered, my arms were being held. I tried to free them, and felt pain on my wrists and heard a clinking sound. Confused, I demanded to be released.

"Of course, -------", said Miss Eva. They both let go. I fell. Now I was on the ground, face down. I felt a heel digging into my back. My hands were cuffed behind me.

"Is that what you wanted?" Miss Persephone asked. I shook my head. "You want to get up?" I nodded. "You want us to help?" I nodded again.

Miss Eva put her boot in front of my face. I felt my face flush, and my cock begin to harden again.

"Please Miss Eva, please may I kiss your beautiful boot? Please Miss? Pretty please?"

"Why should I let you?"

"I'll do anything Miss, please...". "Anything?" "Yes Miss, anything!"

I was desperate, I knew. It made me feel weak to beg like this. I felt like every word I said was like a little transfer of power from me to the two Ladies. I felt like my will wasn't really mine any more.

"What do you have for me?" Miss Eva asked.

"My lips?" I said. I felt Miss Persephone's heel dig into the small of my back deeper now.

"My body?" I asked. Now I felt her other boot between my legs. I felt a sharp pain in my balls as she kicked me. I yelled out.

"My balls?" I asked? KICK. Harder this time. I screamed again.

"Me?" I whimpered.

Miss Eva pushed her boot into my face, pressing the soul into my mouth. I accepted this, stunned, strangely grateful.

They grabbed an arm and dragged me out of the room to a very heavy door. They pushed some buttons, I heard some beeps, and then the door opened. I was dragged in again. The door slammed shut.

This was no ordinary room. There were strange contraptions, chairs, whips, chains, all manner of leather and vinyl and metal objects hanging on the walls.

They dragged me to a chair in the center of the room. They unlocked my cuffs. I saw a strange shiny cart that frightened me, because it looked like it was from a doctor's office. This I did not like at all. I began to feel more sober now.

I leaned my arms on the rests, and began to rise again.

"I'm leaving. There must be some mistake," I said, panicked.

"You're right," said Miss Perspehone. "There is a mistake. You're not going anywhere!".

She kicked me hard in the balls. I collapsed. Miss Eva caught me, guiding me back into the chair. She slapped me and spit in my face.

They quickly fastened restraints on to my arms and legs. I was immobile. As the pain in my balls began to subside, I struggled, but I could not escape.

Miss Eva moved behind the chair so I could not see her. She began stroking my face, softly. Miss Persephone rubbed her boot against my groin. I closed my eyes, confused and unsure whether to sigh or cry.

Then I felt it. The pinch, and that unmistakable shock. Something was being injected into my left arm.

I opened my eyes. Miss Eva and Miss Persephone looked back at me, smiling.

"Loser," said Miss Eva. "Pig," said Miss Persephone.

Another kick. Another slap. More laughing. The sound of wheels squeaking as a cart was brought closer.

Things were blurry now. I heard what sounded like latex gloves being put on. A whirring sound. Some more metallic clinking. The smell of rubbing alcohol.

That's when I passed out.

THE END.

Carl Had Been Dating by Doc

Carl had been dating Julie for most of the summer.  When he’d broken up with Veronica by mutual agreement, he’d asked her one favor.  As a generally nice girl she’d felt obligated to Carl and, though she was doubtful, had figured she owed him.  This was how he’d met Julie.

He’d simply asked his ex-girlfriend, “Since I’ve always treated you with respect and since this breakup is your idea and not mine, would you help fix me up with someone that you think would suit me?”  She’d initially resisted, but – since he was basically a nice guy (and inconveniently just “there”) she decided to find someone ‘just right’ for him.

When Carl went out with Julie for the first time, he wondered.  Finally he asked, “How do you know Veronica – and how well?”

“Oh, she and I both are in the same math class, but I don’t think she knows me very well.  Actually she asked me how to get you fixed up with someone and we got to chatting then.”

“Oh, said Carl.

“You know the reason she broke up with you, don’t you, Carl?”

He shook his head.  “Nope”.  At that, Julie just chuckled.

“She wanted to get laid, and after Jimmy – the quarterback on the varsity team – made a move on her, she decided to trade up.”  Julie had then looked at Carl’s face.  He was devastated.  Obviously Veronica had never been very open with poor, pathetic Carl.  “Anyway, I told your ex that I would make things easy for her.  I told her I’d take you on.  As a challenge.”

Carl was still in shock.  He’d always wanted to ‘do it’ with Veronica, but he’d never dared even show any interest in her.  He’d figured she was a nice girl and would be shocked and repulsed if she knew he wanted more than just a peck on the cheek and a hug at the end of a date.  He was barely listening to Julie.

Julie noticed his inattention.  Her gaze roamed over him, however and she made a decision.   “You didn't know, Carl?” she cooed.

“Nope!”

“Carl, you and Veronica were never right for each other, you know.”  She then lied.  A big whopper! “Carl, I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time!” (Actually she had barely noticed either Veronica or Carl.  They both might have been furniture for all she’d cared.)

“Me?” he asked.

“Yep! Oh – and Carl – I really find you attractive!”  This wasn't quite a lie.  He was no better or worse than most of the other guys in class, but he did have one thing going for him.  She was (pretty) sure that she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to do.  Few of the guys were as passive as Carl.  That was his attraction.

Julie had then decided to put Carl to the test. “Carl, if I let you see my breasts, will you do my math homework?”  He had vigorously nodded.  Julie knew this was the guy for her!

Unlike lots of juniors, she never broke her promises.  From math homework, she gradually got him to most of the rest of her homework.  Then – since he had an ancient wreck of a car – she figured out how to make him into her personal chauffeur.  And then out to some really nice restaurants.  Julie was no dummy.

It was only at the end of the summer, with Carl now trained to take care of her sexual, personal, and school needs that she made some ‘adjustments’.  Kenny was a college freshman.  Time to dump Carl.  She broke the news to him gently, “Carl, I have a friend of mine who would be ‘just right’ for you.”

Carl never found out that the lady Julie had picked was a very ambitious sophomore.

“Hey, if you handle this guy just right you can get him to do your homework, be your chauffeur,  take you out to nice restaurants, and be your sex slave.  Are you interested?”  Alexandra nodded with an enormous grin on her face.  “Oh, and when you come over to my house this weekend, plan on spending the entire morning in bed with me and Kenny.

“Wow!  Cool!” were the only words Alexandra could manage. Except for “I owe you big time!”

The Exquisite Corpse The Mysterious Femdom!

The Exquisite Corpse is a community writing project organized and edited by Lady Nej. Thank you Nej and thank you to all of our participants!

By: Diana, Eli, Madeline, Tempest, Paine & Bambi
Edited by Nej

She had this vague idea of all of this, and all that was in her mind was: How the heck was she going to do with a fucking ghost for a sub? The dumb spirit had no idea that he had been killed in a dungeon...now he was there, asking to be of service.

The spirit look around, and the surroundings were not clear. It was as if the whole world was covered with layers of mist. The gray walls added to the effect. Looking around, the spirit saw people moving around, some passing right through him, not aware of his presence. "Hey there", he spoke to the Lady who approached him, she didn't see him, nor was she aware of his non stop hellos. What happened to me, he wondered. Why can't people see me? Am I dead, have I become a ghost? Oh my, what am I going to do? How can be I be of service if I am dead. A dead ghost service sub? I must be the first of my kind.

As I move amongst the others that inhabit this world -- the the sightless, the clumsy, the unenlightened, the common man, -- I find them uninteresting as companions, but amusing to hunt.  During the day, I break into their empty homes, carefully picking their locks or sneaking in a basement window.  I touch their silky things and I roll gleefully in their beds.  Sometimes, I pull delectables from their kitchens, but mostly, I retire to a basement or an attic to wait for my prey.  I have been quietly subduing them in these prosaic spots for years and dragging them home for dinner for as long as I can remember.

Dinner was a sumptuous affair, resplendent with the rarest finds that scatter the forest. A rich hunting ground to replenish the larder.  Today's feast consist of root vegetable, stuffed baby pig, roasted slowly on the spit, the crackling evenly salted. As is tradition, the pig's mouth was stuffed with an apple; but, I like to add a little something to tradition; out of evenly bored holes through the apple were five slimy grubs. A little hard not to notice as it made quite the statement. It's not quite the same without sun dried newts arranged around the roasted carcass, their sunken eyes peering out in silent complaint. I chuckle a little, as I place a a small flower in the mouth of one. "So pretty," I murmur. My dinner companions remain silent, adding to the eerie air about the group. Each one strapped to their dining chairs with black silken ropes. Their mouths gagged in the same manner.

They were pretty specimens each one, a little worse for wear perhaps after all these years, but beneath the bruises there were sensuous lips, hard lean bodies, and amongst them a pair of piercing crystal eyes that sparkle, watching carefully. I'm rather fond of those eyes, they radiate a steely intelligence. They are all cherished pets, but I like him the most. I raise my eyes to meet his and was not disappointed to find our eyes locked together. I smile, as I smooth the flimsy blood red fabric of my gown, chosen because of the contrast between the deep red hues and my pale translucent skin, that somewhat illuminated the room. Candles glowed from silver candelabra, casting a dim light in contrast to my own luminescence. I walk over to him as I addressed the room, "Are you hungry boys?" and from behind I skilfully untied the gag from his mouth, allowing the dark silk to slide and fall to the floor; other eyes flash to attention at my words.

Watching the silk scarf slowly float to the floor, I should be terrified but I'm not as I move through the chill of death and decay unnoticed, creeping closer and closer towards the front of the crowd. My senses are on fire with the scent of his fear thick in the air and the pounding of his racing heart like a jack hammer in my mind. Drop by drop, beads of sweat form on his brow, slowly roll down his flushed face and come to rest on his clinched jaw before falling off. "Are you hungry?" she muses to a dimly lit room filled with lusting monsters hungry with an unforgiving appetite for blood. Their cold, dead eyes glaring up at her and then quickly darting back at him with anticipation. My heart's beating with pure hatred now as I finally reach the edge of the crowd, "Yes I'm hungry you fucking dead bitch, but what I thirst for is justice, not blood and I shall have it, have it at any cost. The boy is mine and I will take him!"

I stalked across the field crop in hand.  Grabbed his collar and dragged him to an ancient, oak tree, tying his wrists then ankles behind his back around the huge trunk.  His naked body shone in the moonlight, and I smacked my crop against his cock, hard.  As it slammed into his balls  I saw him jump and struggle against the chains.  I pulled my arm back, and then jerked forward bringing it down hard on his balls  “That’s one boy,”…. Crack…. It sounded again hard against his already red cock…. “Two, boy”, I stated flatly, “Three.”  He whimpered in pain as he jerked again pulling against the restraints.  “Four,” I called out again, as he whispered, “Thank you Miss.” As I cropped him, his cock grew harder and harder, "What a slut," I teased as I continued whacking his cock in fast even strokes.  “You excited toy?” I barked as I smacked his cock  again.  “No Miss,” he stammered. “Well you will be”,  He moaned again, and I could see his cock was hard.   I reached down, and grabbed it,  slapping it, before stroking it..   The mix of pleasure and pain was torture.  I watched his face grimace with pain as the drops of cum began to leak from his hard cock.  “Don’t cum boy I commanded,”   He groaned again louder, grunting from the pressure as my hand slid over his hard cock stroking harder.

The End



By: Eva, Tam, Gabrielle, Susannah, Panther & Crissy
Edited by Nej

She heard her old Mercedes as it sputtered and coughed, groaning as it turned out of the drive and raced away from the house. It's been a long time since that car peeled out from anywhere. It's more used to languorous weekly drives to town to run errands, ending with a loving top off of its tank. It's probably in shock. She could hear the man's desperation in the screech of the wheels and the frantic rev of the engine. There was no chance of catching him now. But it didn't matter. She took a deep breath, and did a quick survey of the room. It was what she supposed one would call the parlor in an old, more than slightly dilapidated farm house. A few pieces of furniture were placed like sentinels around the room: a dubious looking wooden chair with flaking blue paint, what used to be called a hope chest, now filled with old newspapers and Sears Christmas catalogs, and a small lacquered end table with a faded doily on top. An ornate fireplace dominated one side of the room, topped with a faux Napoleonic Empire hawk that looked down at her menacingly, as if he too were outraged at his incongruity. Crouching down, she picked up the grey striped shirt the man had dropped in his haste. Her fingers bunched the brushed cotton together and kneaded it softly as she stood up. She figured there was probably ten miles worth of gas in the car, give or take. She'd have to go out and get him at some point, but not just yet. She figured she'd let him suffer a bit. He'd left everything behind as he ran out of the house, even his wallet. There was nothing for miles and miles, not even a neighbour, never mind a gas station or telephone. Besides, he didn't know the area. She didn't dislike the idea of him being lost and helpless. If it weren't for the inconvenience, she might have even relished it. Why couldn't he have just trusted her, she wondered. Then she stopped, tilted her head and looked over her shoulder. She'd heard the chains in the basement gingerly start to rattle. She dropped the shirt to the floor. She better go deal with the other one first.

Because this one seemed to need a rest. After hours in the dungeon where She tortured him with salt on his feet, then calling the goats in, he was not in the best shape anymore. So She laid him back in the coffin and turned Her attention to the other one. A mean expression draw around the edges of Her lips, then She posed in front of him, knowing he couldn't move a bit. Not his body, not his hands, barely his mind. In front of the fire, She started to sway Her hips, then Her whole body in slow seductive moves, knowing in what state She would lead him without mercy. In the flickering light of the fire She danced his eyes out of the head, his mind out of his body and his cock in a useless erection. His unsteady panting breath and every now and then a dry swallow told Her that She had him ready for the next step.

She ordered him to undress immediately. When he hesitated, she quickly slapped his face, leaving him stunned; his cheek stinging from the slap and turning a bright pink.

"When I give you a command, I expect it to be followed...BOY." She said with a sneer. "Y...y...yes, Ma'am" he stammered and clawed at his clothing - trying to get it off quickly enough to avoid another slap...and her disapproval. She was holding the jar of mustard in one hand and had picked up a paintbrush with the other. "Come on, let's go - I want to see you covered in mustard before I return." She handed him the pot and the brush and turned to leave. "Oh and boy....don't you DARE miss a spot...or there WILL be consequences," she said in a low and dangerous tone.

Having just had her orgasm, and ordered him to clean the results of her squirting, she propped up on her elbows to watch him dutifully licking. Her boy begins with very gentle licks along her soaked seams, making sure to avoid her engorged clit in the process as he knows the punishment from that having experienced it before. Following her personal clean up, he backs away, still on hands and knees following the trail of her still warm cum. He smiles and shakes his head in amazement that she doesn't drown him in the process every time.

Closing his eyes to take a breath, then opening them again, he gasps in amazement to find himself in his car again. Tilting sideways in the ditch after the collision, his driver side window broken, the rain now coming in it and showering him. He shakes the water from his eyes and with shaking hands tries to get his fingers to work the seatbelt to release it. His head throbs in time to the fast beating of his heart and he feels a panic arise. He remembers... the dark figure, the chase, the crash... it all comes back in a rush. Fear grips him as he looks up and sees the dark figure looming just outside the car, waiting for him with a toothy grin.  


The End



By: Gaeth, Tika, Chaotic, Olive, Summer & Persephone
Edited by Nej

The stirring began. I don't know where it started, but I felt it in my limbs, and felt it moving inward to the core and I knew that I would open my eyes and see her standing over the coffin-like box in which she kept me. She'd be wearing that smirk of possession as she watched the power to move course through me. Then she would say, "Rise", and I would rise and follow her and she would use me until she was weary, and then I would die again.

All this I told the therapist that, listening with worried expression on her face, handed me one napkin after another so I could wipe my face of tears. I felt liberation by finally getting it all told, the nightmare, the humiliation, all the women who had humiliated and exploited me in the last few weeks of my life. In the beginning I was afraid that she, the therapist would not believe my story. I mean ... some people find it hard to believe that there are places like Dominion, where evil women live out their secret sadistic desires on innocent victims like me. Some people would think that I fantasized if I told them that these women, who seem to live ordinary lives as ordinary women are in fact demons, creatures without human emotions, able to turn themselves into these sex-hungry, bloodthirsty man-eaters when night falls. The therapist got up from her chair, after I had finished my speech and stood silent for a moment in front of me. I measured her with my eyes as if to read what she would say ...

Her face gave nothing away.  Then she began to speak. "You don't know the history of it. You can't begin to realize what is tied up in all of this. You will never know." She shook her head, the unreadable mask of her face fracturing just a bit, giving me a look into the horror of which she spoke. I was taken aback. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but to where?  We were stuck here, I was trapped with this broken person, with no way out.

Looking around I decided there were two ways I could handle this situation. I could embrace it or I could fight it. If I were honest with myself I would have to admit there was something inside me stirring in this situation. I was exhilarated and my excitement was growing with each passing moment. Focusing on the broken person next to me I began to see them with new eyes. No longer a leaden weight to be stuck with but someone with whom I could explore this dark side of myself. My mind froze for a moment as I realized what this thought meant for me and I came to terms with what I was about to do.

I quickly telephoned the take out shop and ordered Chinese. I needed a full meal in my belly to complete this task. It arrived quickly and I gobbled it up. Wiping my mouth, I realized that my hands were sticky with sauce and I snapped my fingers, summoning my slave who cowered behind a chair. I held out both hands as he licked them clean. His first meal of the day. I lay back and slowly pulled my skirt up, allowing him to peek at what was underneath. He slavered and begged. With another quick hand motion he went silent and I could see his eyes searching for glimpse of what made his world go around. I snapped my fingers again and he retreated back behind the chair. What a good boy he is! He has taken to training well. Perhaps I'll list him on Craigslist: Free filthy sub to good owner. Non returnable.

That was impossible to do he might get some super hot Domme who was too soft, his reward for being a shitty sod must be deliciously dastardly and cruel. I paced the floor in my Docs, still covered in subbie detritus, and pondered on his fate. His experience needed to be satisfying to me in a way he had never been.

The 'solution' presented itself soon afterwards in an unexpected and twisted way. A few days before Halloween I met up with an old friend, he was actually my father's friend but his range of knowledge and and deep philosophical ramblings made him a stimulating companion. We sat in a central coffee shop with autumn leaves swirling in the gutters and it is here in these innocuous surroundings that my sub's fate was sealed. The guy, Max, is very astute and certainly identified my Dommie predilections without me saying anything a long time ago. He also guessed that something was playing on my mind and asked me if I wanted to share it. I explained the situation without divulging too many details and said I would welcome any ideas as to how best to 'deal' with my boy. His solution almost resulted in coffee being expelled down my nose through a combination of laughter and shock. Once I had recovered we spent an hour discussing the finer details of a highly simple yet effective plan.

October 31st arrived, my Boy and I prepared to leave for what what I had described to him  as a kinky Halloween party. He was blindfolded for the journey, that sort of stuff has always thrilled him and up to now he had no reason to think I'd keep him anything other than safe. What happens next is 'the plan' that had been discussed. Before we came too close to our destination I stopped and cuffed him, all locked up and blind, perfect for my plan.

I turned off the road towards an ancient manor house and came to a halt on the graveled path. Doors slammed, voices were raised; I pushed him towards the door, which swung open as we approached. Another world unfolded before my eyes the sixteenth century true to every detail. Ensconced before a huge open grate sat five hooded and cloaked figures. Max's voice echoed in the vast expanse of the room,

'We are present to worship the Goddess present among us'

Thinking on my feet I responded with,

'I bring a gift with which you may celebrate the turning of the seasons'

I watched the night slip by, served wine and fruit by the other males present, I watched while they used the boy over and over until his arse no longer puckered but gaped red and bruised.

He never used his safe word.

Next day I left him there.

Removed all traces of his presence from my apartment.

Erased him from my life.

Sometimes I ponder if Craigslist would have been the gentler option; No...... that was the best Halloween ever I loved every moment of his humiliation and pain.

And,

I have met another boy who just might be the next Halloween sacrifice.

THE END

Voices In His Head: An Experiment by Doc

                                            by Doc Nolan

He was looking at her intently.  Mostly her breasts.  She was looking at him in return – weirdly.  The voices in his head began chatting…  Voice number one started the discussion inside his brain….
#1:  ‘Well, there you’ve done it again.  Staring!  She’s probably upset that he is so fixated on her body!
#2:  Hey, don’t get so paranoid!  Maybe she’s glad someone is noticing her… maybe she feels invisible and neglected.
#3:  Sure!  You honestly think no one notices her?
#2 Again: Well, you never know…
#4:  Will you guys shut up?  She’s talking!

She says (aloud), “It’s nice to meet you.  I wish I knew what you were thinking; I’d love to know”

 #1:  ‘Thank god she doesn't.  At least she hasn't noticed ‘Mr. Embarrassing Member’ down there showing off and getting hard again.  What as ass!
#2:  Hey, even if she did notice, maybe she’d be happy to have some effect – other than setting off a discussion here.  Mr. EM at least shows himself honestly.  More than you guys do….
#3: ‘She sure has nice breasts’.
#5: If you guys weren't so tied up, maybe I could engage in some outward flirtation!
#4:  Yeah, number five makes a good point. <Pause as he guffaws at his pun’>.

He says, “It’s hard to say exactly what I’m thinking – but you are an impressive woman.  I think we should get to know each other – if you want to!’

#1: <Groan>.  What an asinine comment.
#5:  Hey, he’s out of practice!  Give the guy a break!
#2:  I think he’d do anything she told him to do right now… This guy is pathetic.
#3:  Nah.  He’s not pathetic; just desperate.
#5: <Laughs> She’s cute, but he is definitely both pathetic and desperate! <Laughs again>.

She says, “If I were a man I might ask you to come and see my etchings.  <She grins>.  But I think you are interested in other things – aren’t you?”

He replies, “I hope I’m not offending you, but I noticed you earlier.  You are very ‘attractive’.

She says, “You were very obvious.  Now, follow me.  I have some tasks I think you might do for me.   Fun things.”

#1:  ‘She is shameless.
#5:  Don’t get your hopes up <grin>.  You’re dreaming!
#2:  You two are disgusting.  She’s just being nice.
#5:  Sure!  We’ll see!

He says, “Huh?  Tasks?”

She says, “I’ve heard about you.  Mr. Clean.  Right?  Well, my apartment needs vacuumed and dusted.  I want you to do that for me.”

He gulps.  “Yes, Miss.”

#1:  She is taking advantage of him!
#2:  Agree!
#3: So what?  If it makes her happy you know he’ll perform.  He always does.
#5: <Again laughing>.  Hey, #1, cheer up!  We all know he isn't going to get laid.
#1: She’s not very nice.
#5:  No shit!  But she sure is nice to look at.
#4:  Will you two shut up.  He’s going to do what he’s going to do.
#5:  And that will be exactly what she tells him to do.  Ha, ha, ha.

And that’s pretty much what happened.  She was taking advantage of him.  He did go to her home and dust and vacuum (and he washed a load of clothes and ironed them too!).  She teased him a bit to make sure he’d come back.  And no – he didn't get laid.

He wondered if SHE had voices in HER head….

It really didn't matter.  He knew that going in.  It was all about voices in his head – chattering back and forth.  The outside reality was not really that big a deal.  The voices were his reality.  That and the ladies who took advantage of him.

Fred and Janet and Sally and Robert by Doc

                            by Doc Nolan
                           
Fred stood in the corner, facing the wall.  Sally lay in bed – with Janet.  “How long do you plan to have him stand there?” said Janet.  “Dunno….” She replied.  “Until I’m good and ready to let him rejoin the human race.”  A silence ensued.  “I’m tired of him fucking up.”  Another silence lay on the threesome.  He didn't say a word.

“You are really pissed off,” commented Janet.  Sally just nodded.

The women began making love.  Fred could hear them but had been told not to turn around, so he didn't.  He could hear the clock on the wall, among other things.

Finally, ‘those noises’ stopped.  In a few seconds Janet said, “I’d better get home.  Robert will get upset if I’m here too long.”  Fred then heard the rustling of clothing.  She was getting dressed to go.  A few minutes later he heard both women leave and then (dimly) the final ‘goodbyes’ at the front door.

Sally did not return to the bedroom.  He heard her in the kitchen, most likely making coffee.  He dared not move.  He had no idea of what he’d done to deserve to be treated so badly.  None.  Still, Sally had made it clear that was irrelevant.  She had simply said, “I’m very disappointed in you.  You will stand in the corner until I’m good and ready to let you leave it.  Understood?”  He had nodded and gone to the corner.

He thought of the hundreds of times he had been sent to ‘time out’ over the endless years of his childhood.  This was nothing new.  In fact it was very very old.  He was tired of it.  “Go to the corner until you start acting like an adult!” he’d been told time and time again.

Now he *was* an adult – but it didn't matter.  Still…. ‘into the corner… and I mean now, mister!’  As always he didn't complain.  Fred didn't complain much about anything.  Not the weather.  Not the fact he had never been promoted at his firm.  Not that he did most of the housework.  Not that his wife preferred women to her husband.  What was the point of objecting, he mused.  Tomorrow is another day.

Indeed every day was ‘another day’.  Like links on a chain.

When Sally came back into the room, she shouted over to him:  “Still there?  Sucks to be you, doesn't it?”  He nodded.  It was.

“Did you ever take my car to be washed yesterday?”  He nodded, hoping that would earn him some points.  It was hard to tell, facing the wall.  She didn't say anything.  “And what about the vacuuming?”  Again he nodded.  More silence.

He heard her pick up the phone.   “Having fun, Janet?”  He couldn't make out the reply.  “That’s really hot!” was Sally’s next comment.  More mumbling.  And then Sally said, “Your husband has been quiet and hasn't caused me any problems.  You’re going to tell me more about how you married him --- after you finish with Robert.”

Sally then laughed at something Fred’s wife said on the phone.  She turned to him.  “I think you wife will be home in half an hour.  Maybe.  She seems to be very ‘engaged’ right now – with Robert!  Have fun, loser!”

Fred didn't say a word.  He knew better than to upset any of his wife’s girlfriends.  Especially the cruel ones.  Sally left the room.  He had no idea when she’d go to her home – and when his wife would return.  His job was to stand in the corner until told he could leave.

The Capture Part IX by Lady Crissy

The Captive - Part IX

I walked softly over to the bag again and withdrew a favorite from it.  My prey's back was to Me where I left him, his body leaning against the tree, still secured.  Walking back to him, I paused, letting My eyes travel up and down his body.  Appreciating and assessing his body fully and carefully, making mental notes for later so I could plan his next steps for his exercise program once we got back home.  Approaching him, I ran the flogger gently over his backside, enjoying the sharp intake of breath and watching his ass cheeks clench with anticipation.  I enjoyed the way the leather strips caressed the skin closely, following its contours.

"So many ways to use that pretty ass of yours Mine," I purred, suddenly bringing the flogger down hard on his ass, watching his body go taut. His muscles flinched and a sharp, short cry came from him as he leaned against the tree. Once, twice, three times.  Over and over I brought the stinging toy down on My prey's beautiful rear, red marks arising on his skin, growing darker with each hit.   He jerked each time, sending wave after wave of erotic energy through Me.  His moans continued even after I paused, and I could almost feel his trembling at a distance. Part of Me wanted to caress the welts, and run My tongue gently over them so I could taste the blood flushed skin, but I smiled to Myself and resisted the distraction.

While I paused, I could hear his shaky breathing as he took short, shallow breaths. I ran the flogger gently over his hot, red marked ass, then up his back slowly, listening to him moan, his body shuddering under the now light touch. I could hear him very softly saying something, but it was so quiet I had to lean in close.  "Yes, prey?" I whispered, my lips so clear to his ear that when speaking they brushed it.  I next kissed his ear gently and a rush of breath came from him and he shivered. He repeated what he was saying again a bit louder.  This time I heard him.

"Please."  What I heard was a request, simple and clean.  It sent another wave of pleasure through Me.  He wasn't asking Me to stop, as I thought he might have been.  In that moment I wanted to devour him.  To take him to Me and destroy his current being and have him dwell inside of me, forever Mine, a part of Me.   I dug My nails into his shoulder blades and took My time dragging them down his back.   He let out a small shout, and a loud and hissing "Yesssss..." as I made red furrows down to his ass. I leaned to kiss the red gouges gently.  "You make Me want to hurt you prey,"  I said, stepping back and twirling the flogger in My hand.  I pulled it back, ready to strike.

"But I won't."  I laughed, My own voice throaty.  "But I will give you some pretty welts to show off at the gym."   Laughing again, I aimed at his back this time, I brought down the flogger hard.  Over and over... passing 5...then 10..and stopping at 15, enjoying each yelp of pain, every jerk of his boy, the way his back and ass muscles flexed with each strike. The lovely pattern of flogger-kissed skin stood out.  It was was a beautiful dance of give and take of the most intimate and erotic kind.

I paused, noticing that it was getting late and the sun was sinking.  Time to  wind it down.  I sighed and listened to his ragged breathing with satisfaction. Ahh the night... it held such promise.

 The End.

Stranger On A Train by Sillien

     Once every couple of months Stanley would ride the train upstate. It was a tranquil journey for the most part, giving him time to sit back and reflect without interruption. The cell phone, the tablet, the laptop...they would all stay tucked away as he leaned back and soaked in the view of the landscape zipping past. The whole trip had been committed to memory at this point. Over the years he had watched trees grow from little sticks peeking out of the soil.

     The car was usually empty, but this time a young couple walked in. The lady, dressed in jeans with a loose-fitting white blouse, spotted Stanley immediately. She pointed to the seats just across the aisle from him. “There. I want to sit there.”

     Her companion, a tall, tattooed man with broad shoulders, nodded and led her down the corridor, putting their baggage in the compartment and taking the aisle seat. His left arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, while his right slipped into her blouse and cupped her breast. The two of them started kissing, at first light pecks that turned into deep lip-locking. Stanley tried to keep his eyes on the horizon, scanning for a Lutheran Church that marked the passing of the first third of his trip, but his gaze wandered to the young couple that began devouring each other. His mouth felt a little dry and he suddenly became aware of some growth in his pants. He wanted to look away before he was noticed, but that wasn’t to be.

     The young lady stared right at him, piercing his soul and revealing him for the naughty little voyeur he was. He looked down, away from her, yet he knew that her eyes were on him still. That she knew the shame he was feeling. Their lips parted and she whispered into her lover’s ear. The man nodded and rose from his seat, giving Stanley a front-row view of the massive bulge that had formed in his pants. He made his way to the next car over.

     Stanley closed his eyes and slumped into his seat. ‘Just keep looking at the countryside’ he told himself, and just as he was about to look again he heard her voice.

     “Hey!” He jerked his around to see that she was leaning over the aisle seat’s armrest, blouse hanging low and offering a view of her cleavage. “Who do you think you are?”

     “M...Miss?” he stammered.

     “Do you think it’s alright to stare at other people like that? Are you some kind of pervert or something?”

     “No no no no no! I’m sorry, Miss! Please don’t think that! I just couldn’t stop looking, and I apologize for that from the bottom of my”

     She cut him short. “Shut up!” She shook her head. “What’s your name?”

     “S-Stanley, Miss,” he stammered.

     “Stanley. Okay, listen, Stanley. You’re a pervert. Do you understand? You’re a filthy little pervert, and the sooner you admit that the sooner we can be on better terms. Do you understand?’ Stanley just stared, dumbstruck. “Arrgh!” she screamed as she cupped her forehead with her palm. “Just repeat after me, Stanley. I.”

     “I.”

     “Am.”

     “Am.”

     “A pervert.”

     Stanley’s voice came across just loud enough to be categorized as a whisper. “A pervert.” With that she beamed over at him.

     “Good boy!” He smiled without meaning to. “Now tell me, Stanley, would you like to continue watching us?” There was just a blank stare. “Things are about to get very...hot in here. And I will ALLOW you to watch if you agree to a couple of simple rules. Do you think you can do that? Or would you rather look away, Stanley? Follow the rules, or no lookee for you, boy.” A brief pause hung in the air.  “Answer me.”

     Stanley quickly nodded. “Y-yes, Miss. I’ll follow your rules.”

     She let out a cackle that chilled him and clapped her hands. “Oh, excellent! VERY good boy, Stanley! Okay, rule number one: you are to keep an eye on us at all times. You are not to miss a thing. Understand?” He nodded. “Good. Rule number two: when I give you this signal,” she made a jerking-off motion with her hand, “you are to take out that little pervert dick of yours and start stroking. You need to match the rhythm of my hand. That part’s important to me. Understand?” Stanley gulped and nodded his head. “And finally, when I give you this signal,” she put arm straight out with the palm facing in the classic ‘stop’ sign, “You are to let go of that dick. Immediately.”

     He squeaked out a little, “Yes, Miss,” and she grinned back at him.

     “You know, Stanley, I am soooo glad that we finally understand each other.” She looked him dead in the eyes, and any hint of levity disappeared from her face completely. “That we both finally understand our place.” With that they could hear the car door starting to open and she sat back in her seat. Her man strode back to her with a cocktail in each hand.

     The couple sipped on their mimosas and chatted about… well, Stanley wasn’t really hearing what they were talking about. He kept his face forward, just peering over and paying attention as the man’s hand rested on her knee. As the conversation went on the hand slid up, squeezing her thigh, and finally rested in-between her legs. Stanley was rock hard. The man whispered into her ear and she giggled. She got got down on her knees and unzipped his pants, unleashing his cock from its confines. Her eyes darted over to Stanley and he was given a wicked grin before she took her man into her mouth. His hand went to the back of her head, and every now and then Stanley would get a glance from her. Then, two minutes in, he was given the signal.

     The zipper would not cooperate at first, and he fumbled with it to her amusement for a few moments before slipping it out. The signal was slow, just the way she was bobbing up and down, and Stanley wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked to her rhythm. He threw his head back, but kept his eyes on her as she pleasured her lover. Any other man might be imagined what it might be like to be her boyfriend, with those lips tightening against his shaft, but not this one. No, Stanley’s mind was focused on the fact that he wasn’t getting it. And the he got got the signal to stop.

     She stood up in front of her lover and took her jeans down to her knees, giving Stanley a view of her delicious curves. Her lover reached over to her hips and pulled her panties down, then back up again to turn her around so her back was facing him. Her hand reached between her legs to handle his cock as she lowered herself down into his lap, pausing for a brief moment as the tip scraped at her lips. The man pulled down on her hips, burying himself inside of her. Stanley let loose a whimper which he prayed they hadn’t heard. A smirk from her told him that it wasn’t so.

     The couple began to fuck. Slowly. A slight slapping sound filled the car as she was lifted up and brought back down, surrounding her man with her wet warmth. One of his reached around to her clit and started toying with it, eliciting moans from the woman. Stanley glanced down at his hardness only to notice that a tiny pool of pre-cum had started to slide down his shaft like a tear. The thought of that warmth suddenly made him realize just how cold his cock felt erect in the wind. And then he was given another signal.

     His hand went immediately to work, a feeling of deep gratitude towards this woman filling him for this gift. The couple began working faster, the slaps getting louder, but Stanley maintained the pace he was given earlier. He desperately wanted to go faster, to rub himself furiously, begging to her telepathically to give her permission. Instead he was given the sign to stop. This time the whimper was loud. She moaned as his discomfort graced her ears, turning towards him and giving the most evil sneer he had ever seen.

     The fucking was even faster now. Almost violent. The seat creaked with every thrust they made. Stanley wasn’t even trying to pretend like he wasn’t paying attention any longer. His was face was turned directly towards them, eyes glued to the display in front of him. Then signal he was given matched their breakneck pace, her bracelets jangling as her hand jerked up and down. His hand grabbed it in an instant and Stanley worked his penis ferociously, hitting his balls with each downstroke. The lady’s moans grew louder. The lover started to grunt with each thrust. She brushed his hand away and toyed with her clit as she watched Stanley. His eyes were locked on their coupling, on the glistening cock that appeared for a fraction of a second of a second at a time.

     Then the pumping stopped. The lover’s fingers dug into her hips and he grunted as he came, painting her insides with his fluids. Stanley started to pant and clench, so close to erupting all over the back of the seat in front of him. Almost there… just a few moments more… and then the bracelets jangled again as he was given the signal to stop. His hand flew away. He tried to avoid what was coming, but it wasn’t going to happen. His little dick started to twitch, and his filth began to dribble out, leaking down the shaft and dripping onto the seat, his eyes wide in horror as any pleasure he may have had from the moment escaped him. The lady moaned and shivered, helped along by robbing him, by his utter ruination, locked in spasms as the warmth of her orgasm filled her. It subsided and she sat there on her lover’s lap, his cock softening inside of her, his hands stroking her arms tenderly.

     They all sat there like that for a few minutes, drained in one way or another. Finally, she started to rise and pull up her jeans and mouthing to Stanley “Put that thing away.” He tucked his now flaccid penis into his pants. Within five minutes the train came to its stop.

     “Could you go ahead? I’ll be there in a minute,” she asked her lover. He gave a nod, a kiss on the lips, and grabbed their bags from overhead before walking up the aisle. When she was gone she looked over to Stanley. He looked at her, but kept his head bowed low. “Our return trip will be next Sunday. I just thought you might like to know that.”

     He nodded. “Thank you, Miss. For everything today. It was a pleasure to be allowed to watch you today.”

     “I know it was,” she nodded, glancing at the pool of filth on his seat. “One last thing, Stanley…” The lady reached down into her pants, sticking two fingers inside of her. She pulled out a scoop of her lover’s cum and flicked it at him, catching him across his cheek. She cackled and glanced at the seat she and her lover had fucked on, noticed that some of him had leaked out of her and onto the vinyl. “I hope someone cleans that mess up.” She looked him right in the eyes and winked, then strutted off of the train.

The End

The House Part 2

The House Part 2

The ink from my signature on the contract had not even had time to dry when Miss April issued her first command. One you might expect it of course, for one who had just consented to a year of consensual slavery. Her tone was firm, but not without an edge of gentleness.

“Remove all your clothes, Melissa. Fold them neatly on the table; then come stand before me,” Miss April, my new Mistress, said.

My red blouse had seven white, slightly translucent buttons. I started with the button at the bottom when the second command came.

“No...from the top...give me a show girl.”

Starting from the top, my fingers, with their crimson painted nails, fumbled at first with the button. Slowly I gained my composure and freed the first three buttons. I felt the sun kissing my now-exposed skin. As I reached the last button, much to my embarrassment, the thread holding the last button in place was unraveling, and the button fell to ground.

“Tsk Tsk Melissa, I will have to punish you for that. Why would you wear sub par clothing to our first meeting?”

I stayed silent as I pulled off the blouse and folded it. My instructions before coming to the House had been not to wear a bra or panties. I looked at Miss April as I stepped out of the skirt and kicked off my shoes. She smiled...you know that smile that lures you in...or like that bit of affection you show a kitten before you have it fixed.

I walked naked towards her across the polished concrete that surround her lavish pool. Warmed under the afternoon sun and it felt wonderful to my bare feet. I stopped an arms length from her...clasped my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and stood at attention as if I had read 100 times in my books. Miss April just laughed.

“Melissa, I only said to stand before me, this is not the army. Relax; we will teach our protocols when we are ready.  For now just stand there and enjoy the sun on your adorable little body.” With that Miss April relaxed in her chair, sipped on her sweet tea, picked up a book and started to read.

I could tell I had been standing there awhile because the sun was now just below the trees; it was then I could hear the clicking of heels behind me.

“Aww, hello Sophie,” Miss April said with pleasure as she laid her book down. “Sophie, this is Melissa and she will be in your charge for the first week.”

Sophie stood there in five-inch patent leather pumps locked on with tiny jeweled padlocks. Her stockings looked expensive, with intricate lace at the top.  She wore black garters, black panties, and a little lace bra that left her nipples exposed; of course there was nothing to support. The Adam's apple, six pack abs, and above-average package locked in a metal cage, covered by the lace panties, said more than enough. Sofie’s collar was about one inch wide, stainless steel with a hidden lock. She had matching wrist cuffs. If you looked closer they had Property of Mistress April engraved on each of them and on Sophie’s collar it had “Sophie” spelled out. Sofie had carried small pink paper bag.

“Melissa when you are not directly in my service or training or that of the other Ladies in my house, Sophie here is in charge of you and you will obey her. Sophie has earned a permanent place in my house and is a fine example for you to observe. Only permanent slaves warrant the expense of such fine collars and cuffs.” She grinned, knowing I was envious. I had fantasized about what I might look like in a fine collar and cuffs.

Miss April took the bag from Sofie and pulled out one of those soft Velcro collars and Velcro cuffs. You know -- the ones your vanilla neighbors buy to spice up their marriage.

“Kneel, Melissa,” she commanded. I obeyed. I was horrified and humiliated as she fastened the collar around my throat, then the cuffs. I gave a glance to Sophie who with her strong manly hands lifted me back up and snapped my hands behind my back. I almost cried, having expected to be collared with fine leather or steel.

“Melissa, restraints do not make you submissive” Miss April said.  With a nod Sophie spun me around and in a deep voice said “Hello Melissa, silence is a golden”; she snapped a leash to the collar and led me to what I thought was the guest house beside the pool.  Miss April called out “Sophie...10 heavy strikes of the crop on each of her ass cheeks;  she had a button fall off her blouse.” I could hear her amusement as Sophie looked back at me. “Don’t make me look bad this week” she said again in that dark masculine voice. We entered the guest house…..

To be continued

Confession by Doc Nolan

                                        By Doc Nolan
                                       
They had been talking – seriously – about ‘relationships’, marriage, cheating, sin, ex-spouses, and so on.  “You know, I’m not feeling particularly ‘frisky’,” he said.  She raised her eyebrows at that comment.  “Not horny?” she said with a smile.

“Not really….”

“I think it’s time to put your cock back into chastity,” she said, grinning.  He knew she was dead serious.   They both knew that his lack of interest was due to three days of orgasmic excess.  “Vacation”, as she called their ‘episodes’.

“You’re the boss,” he said, staring into his cup of coffee.

“Yep!” she replied.

And that evening, secured and locked down, he realized that he’d forgotten to ask the usual question: “How long?”  So he waited until after dinner to pop that question.

She again smiled at him after he asked.  “I haven’t decided yet…”  She paused.  “It depends on my mood.”  He nodded again, knowing very well that her moods were as unpredictable as the weather.  “Do you have a problem with that?”  He shook his head.  “Good!” she added.

She then went on.  “You do realize that just because you’re locked down, doesn't mean I have to deny myself, right?”  He found that comment amusing.  He grinned.  “Do you ever deny yourself?” he said.

“Why should I?” she instantly replied.  “Especially when I can get you to do whatever I like as you dream of me.”  She looked very self-satisfied.  He liked that look.  He spoke.

“You are very, very spoiled.”

She nodded.

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A month later he was still locked down.  (She carefully monitored his showering to be sure he didn't engage in any ‘monkey business’ as she called it.  He never knew when she would slide the shower door open to check on him during ‘clean-up’s …..).

“So, how are you feeling now, my precious?” she asked.

“Very frustrated and very horny!”  He meant it!  “How much longer?”

She watched his eyes -- which were focused on the key dangling between her breasts.  She liked to get him aroused and to then deny him.  It made her feel very, very powerful.  She refused to answer his question, and simply said, “I saw you looking at Mary Jane’s crotch this morning.  You do like her in tight jeans, don’t you?”  (She knew she had nothing to fear from Mary Jane.  What he did NOT know was that she delighted in telling Mary Jane all about her ‘control methods’ – in intimate detail.)

“Would you like to fuck Mary Jane?” she asked her man.  He nodded.  “Ain't gonna happen!”  She grinned.  He simply nodded and then gazed down at her painted toes.  A delightful shade of pink.  She noticed where his gaze was fixed.

“What would you say if I told you I talk to MJ and tell her all about you and your perversions?” she asked him.

“I’d say, ‘Sounds about right’.”

She added, “I do tell her, for your information…. Do you have a problem with that?”

He responded: “No.”

“Good,” she answered.  “Oh – and to answer your question from before…. I think you need two weeks, maybe more, locked up like this.  I like the idea that you are frustrated and horny and that I’m the woman who has ‘the power of the key’.”  She idly played with the key hung around her neck.

He looked up at her like a puppy.  His disappointment showed.

She then said, “No, on second thought you need another month like this.  I am having way too much fun.”  She added, “I guess I’m a sadist, aren't I?”

He nodded.  “You are.”  A silence ensued.  He then said, “I like you just the way you are!”

She then said, “I like me just the way I am, too!  Oh, and I love seeing you locked up dreaming of Mary Jane’s crotch – and mine – and all the things you’d love to do….. AND CAN’T.”  She giggled.  As she left the room she called back to him.

“Did I tell you that Mary Jane and I are lovers, dear?”

He didn't tell her that he’d suspected it.  His cock, despite the cock cage, twisted.  He knew he was fucked.  It felt good knowing she was in charge.  He loved her.  He was lucky to have found such perversion in a lady he liked, admired, and – adored.

Then his mind turned to Mary Jane.  He wondered.

Morning Glory by Doc

by Doc Nolan

It was a quiet day – a very quiet day – for Shannon.  She had been laid the night before and her boyfriend was still there in the bedroom, sound asleep.  In his cage… snoring softly.

She liked that.  In a few minutes she would wake him up by banging on the cage with a stick she always left on the floor next to her bed.  But for now, she just lay there as the sun shone into the room, its rays creating a lattice of dark and light bars across the sheets.  She would bang on his cage when the mood hit her – as it certainly would.  But for now……

As she lay there she dreamed of a warm coffee and hot buttered toast.   Having a boyfriend had its advantages.  He would make the coffee, bring her the toast, and then stand in a corner watching while she enjoyed herself.  On second thought, she might have him face the wall so she could look at his butt.  It had been so delicious caning his behind last night!  Why not stare at him as he stared at a blank wall.  Delicious thought!

“I am such a bitch,” she thought – with a grin.  “And he is so easy… how did I luck out finding this one!”

Shannon wasn’t in love – exactly.  She thought of it as a ‘comfortable relationship’ instead – comfortable for her, but a pain in the ass for him.  She chuckled at her own wit.  Yep, his ass must be painful.  She was not the kind of girl who would ‘hold back’ when it came to whipping butt.  And his was so inviting!

Finally, Shannon decided she wanted that coffee and toast….  Should she gently strum the stick across the bars and gently wake him to his day’s obligations?  Or should she bang loudly on the bars and startle him awake?

She chose the latter….

“Wake up, motherfucker!  Time for my breakfast, dude!  Get cracking!”  He woke with a start and hit his head on the bars, not realizing he was in his cage….  Shannon giggled.  “Forget about last night already?”, she taunted.  He knew better than to say a single word.  The look on his face said it all – he remembered.

“I’m going to let you out to make my coffee and toast,” said Shannon.  “This afternoon back into the cage.  I want to take some pictures of you in there – just like the ones I took last week, but this time showing your striped butt.”  Shannon was no fool.  The pictures were her ‘insurance policy’ and she kept them in a safe deposit box.  He didn’t know she had no intention of ever letting anyone see them…. How could she explain them to folks who knew she and he were ‘a couple’?  But as long as he didn’t know that, she had a powerful grip on his behavior – stronger than the bars of the cage.

Shannon enjoyed the power of making him do whatever she wanted.  That was a rush!  And it was fun coming up with new ‘pet tricks’ for him.  ....  He did errands.  He vacuumed and dusted and (sometimes) even cooked.  And he ALWAYS picked up the tab when they went out – not just for them, but for whoever they were with as well.  (Her girlfriends were very envious – but they knew Shannon well enough to steer clear of ‘her property’ as she referred to her boyfriend.)

Shannon unlocked the cage – still banging on it – and announced, “Rise and shine, mister.  I want my coffee.  I want my toast.  And I want them now.  Get your red butt in gear.”

And he did.

He always did exactly as he was told.

In fact, thought Shannon, he was just about perfect.  Being a woman was sweet.  So much power.  So many men to be tamed, used, and (sometimes) abused.

“Hey, mister, don’t spill any of that coffee on your way to the bedroom, or I’ll loan you out again to Edith.  And you know what she did the last time I loaned you to her!”

That coffee was going to be so nice!  And the buttered toast!  And having him stand in his corner facing the wall as she enjoyed her status as a lady of leisure – and as a very, very successful bitch!

Amongst Shadows by Gia

A black starless sky covers the city like a cloak and dull street lights illuminate the desolate alleyway. Disheveled brick buildings line the grim path that creates a isolating barrier; and all of the windows are shattered which lead to more mysterious darkness. Shadows stretch into the light, riddling the pavement with distorted shapes.


Walking home after a long day, she decides to take the shortcut home through the near by alley. She’s calm and unafraid of the enticing shadows, her own now dancing amongst them. The faint sound of horns honking from the nearby city streets pierce through the sound of the music filling her ears.


She keeps her walking pace casually steady, bopping her head to the music that engulfs her auditory senses, as she snaps her spearmint gum with her tongue. Midway through the forsaken alley she stops, looking behind her for a split second. Nothing. Yet she feels eyes on her, a lingering heaviness upon her flesh.


She pulls out one of her earbuds to hear the external world better and with another quick snap of her gum she continues to walk, looking into the broken windows as she passes and seeing nothing but infinite blackness. A creepy stillness that oddly comforting.


A breeze passes through the alley, blowing her hair gently and causing her loose dress to billow wildly. A chill electrifies her body from the cool night air, when she hears the clatter of what sounds like a glass bottle on the disheveled pavement. She turns to look behind her... yet again she sees nothing. With a gentle curiosity, she inquires a “hello?”


Standing still in her own stubbornness, knowing that she’s not alone, she watches the glass bottle roll towards her and follows the invisible trail of where it came from with her eyes. She takes a stride towards the dumpster, not wanting to get too close but still wanting to investigate the shadows. With a startle and a screech, a rat runs out from underneath the foul smelling dumpster. She lets out an exhale of relief and a soft laugh at the thought of not knowing who was more frightened, the rat or herself.


Before she gets the chance to turn around and continue on her way home, she’s snatched from behind by her hair, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards. The mysterious entity who's eyes she felt just moments earlier began to drag her by her hair, and the girl can feel the uneven pavement lacerate her flesh.


The entity stops in the darkest corner of the alley, just on the other side of the dumpster and releases the girls hair. She’s dumbfounded as to what had just happened but before she even has time to think a rational thought she’s flipped onto her belly. The mysterious entity straddles the girl, their weight pinning her hard to the ground. The girl's cheek pressed against the damp dirty pavement, a hand pressing her head harder against the ground as if they were trying to fuse asphalt and flesh into one.


She squirms and exhales hard in defeat but continues to shift herself under the weight of the person sitting on her back. Amidst the girls struggle to free herself, she feels a soft touch against the side of her face that’s directed towards the sky. Soft fingers brush her hair behind her ear and the entities warm breath turns into words “I do enjoy watching you squirm under me…” a firm female voice murmurs.


The girls cheeks become flushed with heat and she holds still, with eyes shut for a moment. She can smell the woman’s perfume, a scent she can recall all too well. She swallows hard at the realization that this isn’t a stranger.


With one of the woman’s hands still holding the girls head against the pavement, the other slowly moves down along the side of the girl’s body. Her hand slipping under the girl’s loose dress, with a pleased amusement the woman affirms, “You’re in compliance, good girl…”


Letting out a soft whimper, the girls heart palpitates at the sound of recognition of her knowing she’s not allowed to wear panties with dresses.


The woman moves her hand from the girl’s head, only long enough to flip her onto her back. Lifting her dress up and cupping the girl’s sex, “Whom does this belong to?” she says demandingly. The girl looks up with demur eyes and says, “You Miss…” The woman grabs a fist full of the girls hair, pulling hard, causing the girls neck to expose toward the sky and her gaze to shift to the opposite side of the alley. “Whose?” She pinches the girl’s clit and the girl gasps as her legs spasm, “You Miss!” her voice distressed yet definite. The woman releases the girl’s clit and utters a “Yes it is.”

The woman slips a finger inside the girl and then adds a second, “you’re very wet babygirl… are you turned on?...” the woman leans down for a swift moment to lick the girls collarbone with the tip of her tongue. The girl blushes, knowing the woman can feel her response; the body doesn’t lie. She tries nodding her answer but the woman’s fist is too firm to allow her head to gesture a simple motion. “Yes Miss, very much so…” she groans and shift her body, still feeling the woman’s slender fingers inside of her.


The woman thrusts her fingers in and out of the girl, gradually getting faster, causing the girl to lose her breath. The woman suddenly stops and slips her fingers out and places them into the girl’s mouth, mid gasp. The woman releases the girl’s hair; she’s now able to move her head back flat against the asphalt, she looks up at the woman with yearning eyes as she sucks on her fingers before she pulls them out. The woman, still straddling the girl, leans down and kisses the girl on the lips, licking her own after “You taste so sweet, babygirl.”


The woman slips her two fingers back into the girl and adds a thirds finger, thrusting them in and out faster than before. The girl raises her head, mouth parted, as if inviting air in that her lungs refuse to grasp. The woman grins and asks, “do you want to cum, babygirl?” With buckled knees and a look of pleading desperation on her face, the girl nods vigorously and moans a, “Yes… please, Miss!”


The thrusting stops and the woman stands to her feet, stepping to one side of the girl. “Not tonight,” the woman says concretely. The girl’s knees collapse to the damp pavement, along with her head. She lies there looking up at the beautiful woman, shadows dancing across her flesh, like poetic tattoos.


With a confident turn, the woman begins to stride away from the girl and out of the alley, but stops to say, “be a good girl….” Before continuing her elegant strides away from her.


The girl lies still, panting as she shifts her gaze to the empty sky above her, dull lights diluting any stars that may be looking back. Thoughts race through her mind and butterflies flutter in her stomach, she pushes down her dress and sits herself up looking toward the exit of the alley.


She’s alone.


Another chilling breeze accompanies her as if whispering assurances that it wasn’t a reverie, and the shadows embrace her in consolation. Staggering to her feet, she regains her composure and continues on her way home.