<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Sfmaster@att.net on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/sfmaster@att.net/</link><description>Recent content in Sfmaster@att.net on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/sfmaster@att.net/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Penultimate Truth</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After her ordeal, Sally had unlocked Courtney from her bondage, let her rest and given her something to drink. Then she led her to a bathroom, where Courtney could attend to her bodily functions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Next, Sally brought Courtney to one of the upstairs bedrooms, where she could more fully tend to her charge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sally had removed her latex maid’s uniform before she had bathed Courtney, since latex did not breathe; and being in a hot steamy bathroom would only intensify her discomfort and increase the risk of tearing the costly garment. Which did not have much of a lifespan anyway. Wearing the latex had made her sweat, and what Sally wanted most of all was a hot bath and plenty to drink to replace her fluid loss.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Penultimate Truth</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Courtney Latham, 27, admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She possessed black hair and matching eyes, weighed 120 lbs, and stood five feet four inches tall barefoot. Her breasts were a B cup that perfectly matched her figure, a narrow waist, flat stomach, attractive pussy and legs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Pain before pleasure,” she said to herself in the mirror.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had just finished with a scorching shower that left her perspiring and her skin tingling, and now she briskly toweled herself off. Next she dried her hair, and tied her tresses behind her hair with a crunchy. This way her hair wouldn’t get in the way, when she placed a ball-gag in her mouth after she had placed herself in bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Torment of Lorraine Baker</title><link>/stories/2022/12/05/the-torment-of-lorraine-baker/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/05/the-torment-of-lorraine-baker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lorraine Baker turned her head sideways and looked at herself in the playroom mirror. She was restrained lengthwise on the padded horse, with her wrists and ankles locked to the four legs of the wooden device. Resting on her chest was far better than sitting upright on the horse, even with the padding. When seated on the horse with her entire weight bearing down on her sex it seemed like she was being cut in half.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Transparent Like Glass</title><link>/stories/2022/11/28/transparent-like-glass/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/28/transparent-like-glass/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was nearing 2 AM, closing Time. Sunday nights are usually the slowest time to tend bar, unless there&amp;rsquo;s a holiday on Monday and nobody has to work. So I&amp;rsquo;d spent the night washing glasses and keeping the place clean so that I could make a quick getaway after closing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kind of slow, isn&amp;rsquo;t it?&amp;rdquo; asked a woman customer seated on a barstool right in front of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah,&amp;rdquo; I answered, drying a glass.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The High Cost of Used Books</title><link>/stories/2022/11/15/the-high-cost-of-used-books/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/15/the-high-cost-of-used-books/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The day had not gone according to plan. I was supposed to have gone riding with my friends, but instead had to fill in at our used bookstore. Worse, it was now snowing heavily outside at the rate of two inches an hour, with no letup in sight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My family had owned the used bookstore for years, and it gave my family a pretty good living and had sent me to college. My college education had been paid for by romance novels, comics, science fiction, and porn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Server</title><link>/stories/2022/10/17/the-server/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/17/the-server/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;h4 id="storage-technologies-international-announces-postponement-of-new-server"&gt;Storage Technologies International Announces Postponement of New Server&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New York; AP February 15, 2001&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, Storage Technologies International announced the postponement of their new, highly awaited server blaming unspecified technical problems…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Let’s run it up again!” I ordered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Contrary to the way new computer technologies are depicted in the news and TV, in actual fact they are pretty boring in reality. Disk drives, servers, computers, are all designed on a computer to fit a certain need, then produced down in the workshop (with the engineers and production people); then tested by us engineers to see if the damn thing works.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Mile High Club</title><link>/stories/2022/10/10/the-mile-high-club/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/10/the-mile-high-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I suppose there&amp;rsquo;s no worse flight to take in the world than the red-eye flight from Anchorage Alaska. Living in the Great Land may be wonderful, but getting out can be a problem. The Alaska Highway is OK, but only usable during summer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So if you have to get anywhere, especially to the lower 48, you have to fly. And the cheapest way is the red eye, which leaves anytime between midnight and three AM. When most everyone else was asleep, my wife and I had to fly to Seattle. The only flight open was the red eye, so that&amp;rsquo;s what it had to be.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Latex Debutante</title><link>/stories/2022/10/03/the-latex-debutante/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/03/the-latex-debutante/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Now we can proceed,” I say firmly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I click my heels on the wooden floor to where Vanessa is hanging naked from the ceiling, a position that I am very familiar with. I have been here many times myself; naked and vulnerable to the whip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Repeat your name.” I demand of my naked captive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Vanessa Ross.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Do you willingly submit to the discipline that you are now to receive?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Mistress Crystal.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Latex Debutante</title><link>/stories/2022/10/03/the-latex-debutante/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/03/the-latex-debutante/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Hands behind your head, Crystal,” Mistress Morgan Blair ordered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m standing totally naked in front of my Mistress in her library. The sun is just coming up in the Library windows. Today will be the most important day in my new career as a submissive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do as I am told, and place my hands behind my head. I wait for her next orders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Have you showered and dried your hair, Crystal?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Superbowl Sex Slave</title><link>/stories/2022/09/15/superbowl-sex-slave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/15/superbowl-sex-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Honey, I&amp;rsquo;m home!&amp;rdquo; I yelled, pulling my suitcase into the foyer behind me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d just spent the better part of today, or was it yesterday, flying back from Taipei on a business trip. Taipei to Hawaii, Hawaii to Los Angeles, LA to New York. I had finished days earlier than I thought I would. While Taipei was nice, I had been there numerous times before. And I had gotten just so homesick! So I was lucky enough to find a seat on a flight home, so I came home unannounced, to surprise my husband, Christopher.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stocks and Bonds</title><link>/stories/2022/09/08/stocks-and-bonds/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/08/stocks-and-bonds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once, there had been a car accident. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t bad enough to make the papers, but it did change Jill&amp;rsquo;s life forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jill worked for a firm on Wall Street, and had gotten a bonus at the end of the year. Instead of spending her check on a trip, she had instead decided to pay off her car that she had bought the year before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had taken the day off, and had paid the balance on her loan. To celebrate, she was going to a restaurant to meet with friends for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Secretaries Revenge</title><link>/stories/2022/09/05/secretaries-revenge/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/05/secretaries-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We were sitting together in the hotel bar together on Secretaries Day. What a waste of corporate time and money! I had to buy my secretary flowers, be nice to her all week, and then take her out to lunch! True, I could do this on my corporate expense account so the taxpayers were paying for it. But still, here we were, having drinks, instead of working. And time is money, after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Office Discipline</title><link>/stories/2022/09/01/office-discipline/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/01/office-discipline/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When I arrived at Lavender Rose Bar down in the Chelsea section of Manhattan, it was already packed solid. After work, I’d eaten dinner, showered, and rested before hitting the bar scene.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Lavender Rose is a small Lesbian Bar that had outgrown its small space. Fridays the place was packed, with all sorts of women. Everything from femmes to butch dykes in black leather. One regular patron was there, with her girlfriend on a leash.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Politically Incorrect</title><link>/stories/2022/08/27/politically-incorrect/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/27/politically-incorrect/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The class had ended an hour before, and I&amp;rsquo;d made a complete fool of myself. First off, I&amp;rsquo;d come into my psychology class a half hour late, looking like something out of a thrift shop. Then, I&amp;rsquo;d sounded like a shrill windbag arguing with my instructor on her theme of &amp;ldquo;Dominance in Everyday Life.&amp;rdquo; So the instructor called me into her office for a discussion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well Helen,&amp;rdquo; she began, &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know why you caused me so much trouble today,&amp;rdquo; said Dr. Terrel. The woman was still attractive and slim well into her forties.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Matter of Trust</title><link>/stories/2022/08/21/a-matter-of-trust/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/21/a-matter-of-trust/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1--the-beginning"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 – The Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was seated behind my desk, crossing off items on my to-do list, figuring out what projects I was going to take on tomorrow when the phone rang. Glancing at the clock on my desk, I realized that it was close to quitting time; and I just hoped that it wasn’t the boss dumping a project on me before leaving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Bonnie?” asked the caller.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Brenda,” I answered. It was Bonnie, my identical twin sister.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Birthday Spanking</title><link>/stories/2022/08/14/my-birthday-spanking/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/14/my-birthday-spanking/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s Saturday night, and by now most girls are looking forward to have sex with the men (or women) in their lives. For most, that would be regular vanilla sex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But not for me. Not anymore. Ever since my current boyfriend, Carl introduced me to the joys of bondage and discipline and made me his submissive. I now crave what I once considered perverted and degenerate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Sabah Jenkins, and tonight I’m twenty-six years old. I have black hair and eyes, I&amp;rsquo;m 5 foot 4 inches tall and weigh 120 lbs. I have a nice body, with modest breasts, a thin waist, and a firm bum.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10-final-project-report"&gt;Chapter 10: Final Project Report&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Courtney Essex walked through the door at SRI she was surprised to find the waiting room empty. Normally, on Saturday morning, the place should have been filled with women doing the sexual study. Instead, the place was empty, save for Beth at her receptionist’s desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eight weeks earlier, she had received the second plasteel belt, equipped with the device that was to monitor her sexual responses. Today was to be her second monthly report.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-part-3-love-is-not-a-game"&gt;Chapter 6 (part 3): Love Is Not A Game&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was time for Charlotte’s monthly visit to the Sexual Research Institute for her monthly discussion of her sex life and her continued wearing of her Chastity Belt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Charlotte was ushered into Dr. Allen’s office where he was seated behind his desk as usual. He rose to shake her hand, then sat back in black leather chair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good morning, Charlotte,” he greeted her, “I trust that all is well with you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-3-charlotte-is-cropped"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 3): Charlotte is Cropped&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Before we begin, there is one final question: what is your safe-word?” questioned Mistress Jaclyn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Virgin,” Charlotte.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Appropriate,” observed Jaclyn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Mistress, thank you,” Charlotte said, apprehension clearly in her voice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Kiss the riding crop,” ordered Mistress Jaclyn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For Charlotte, this was now the moment of truth. Everything that had happened, or had not happened to her since she had decided to voluntarily wear a Chastity Belt had come down to this singular event.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-2-tammy-in-chains"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 2): Tammy in Chains&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tammy did not understand the full impact of her decision until the following Saturday night, which was to be her first D/s session with her new Master, Craig.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During the week, she had met twice with Craig after work. Once for a short dinner, the second time for coffee and cake. Tammy had called him to say that she was scared by the idea of becoming a submissive. Craig had reassured her that she was just getting a case of cold feet, and that once they did their first scene, she would feel differently.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-1-tammy-meets-a-master"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 1): Tammy Meets a Master&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a sunny Saturday morning, and it was time for Tammy White’s monthly visit to SRI and Dr. Allen to discuss her sexual behavior. She had been looking forward to this meeting all month, because now she would have to confess her two sexual encounters since she had worn the Chastity Belt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she arose from her sleep, she saw that the belt needed to be recharged. Tammy had plugged her phone into it while she showered, so after drying herself off and putting on makeup and doing her hair, she again locked the belt around her waist and sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-1-life-in-chastity"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 1): Life in Chastity&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a good quarter for Hartwell Associates, and the owner and primary physician Dan Hartwell had decided that now was a good time for an office party. Nothing fancy, just cold cuts and rolls, dip and a vegetable tray, and coffee and cake, and sparkling grape juice to celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The break room was filled to capacity, and everyone was either making small talk or showing off videos on their phones.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-1-veronica-receives-her-belt"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 1): Veronica Receives Her Belt&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Saturday morning, and Veronica Blair had just finished her steaming hot shower. She toweled off her beautiful naked body, aware that for over five weeks now she had refrained from any sexual encounter. Still naked, she set about drying her long brown hair, and when that was completed, she walked into her bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Veronica had laid out all of her clothes on the bed, but her Chastity Belt came first. It was upside down on her dresser, with the crotch strap vertical to the surface.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-2-not-a-hint-of-scandal"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 2): Not A Hint of Scandal&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Allen and Nurse Alexandra were having a meeting in his office.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That idea never occurred to me,” said Dr. Allen, “that Victoria and Tammy would discuss her submission to Craig.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Men aren’t the only ones who discuss sex,” observed Nurse Alexandra, “get a group of women together with no men around and the talk will be very honest and straightforward, with none of the lies that men tell about their exploits.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7-through-a-glass-darkly"&gt;Chapter 7: Through a Glass, Darkly&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Courtney and Charlotte had started their evening at a local restaurant with dinner, drinks, and finally dessert and coffee. They had avoided any serious discussion about their meeting, instead talking about clothes, movies and music.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once dessert had been consumed, Courtney said that they should now drive to her nearby condominium for more serious and private conversations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Courtney made a pot of coffee for the two of them, and placed a plate of cookies with it. They sat together on her living room couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-9-part-1-veronica-in-submission"&gt;Chapter 9 (part 1): Veronica in Submission&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday night had finally arrived, and for Veronica Blair it had not come a moment too soon. All week long, with rising anticipation she had looked forward to the night when Master Craig and her friend and fellow submissive Tammy would again place her in bondage and under the lash.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If one of her staff had performed the way that she had all week, they would have been in for a Notice of Discipline. But it was Discipline that Veronica now craved. She had dreamed of The House of Discipline where a Master in leather mask had whipped her to a frenzy. Then she had begged her friend Tammy to let her Master, Craig place her in bondage and under the lash.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-8-the-contract"&gt;Chapter 8: The Contract&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On Thursday morning at 10 AM, Charlotte was pleasantly surprised when a florist delivered a bouquet of a dozen red roses. She signed for them, and placed the vase on her desk. She got some water, opened the little packet of nutrients into the vase, and poured in the water before replacing the roses.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her co-workers were shocked, because she had never received anything like this at work before. For years they had talked behind her back about her lack of a social life. Now she had gotten a dozen roses, and she would be viewed differently from now on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-introduction-to-chastity"&gt;Chapter 1: Introduction to Chastity&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Charlotte Hall sat in her chair facing Dr. Simon Allen, head of the Sexual Research Institute (SRI) in his office. She had answered an advertisement in a medical journal looking for volunteers to participate in a study involving reactions to sexual stimuli.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Friday morning, and she had taken a personal day to get some errands done, and after dropping off her dry cleaning this was the first major project of the day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-part-1-charlotte-in-chains"&gt;Chapter 6 (part 1): Charlotte in Chains&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 6 PM Saturday evening, and Charlotte Hall waited for the car that would again take her to Mistress Jaclyn’s house. She had made certain during the week that everything had gotten done during the week so that there would be no reason to work a Saturday morning to catch up with the medical paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her right hand traced the outline of her Chastity Belt, and in the mirror she saw the decorative collar that Mistress Jaclyn had given her to indicate that Charlotte was her submissive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-9-part-2-the-bondage-masque"&gt;Chapter 9 (part 2): The Bondage Masque&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the playroom door opened, Veronica’s heart very nearly skipped a beat. She was kneeling on the wooden floor, naked, with her hands locked behind her back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Master Craig had fitted her with a Black Latex mask that completely covered her head, and the expensive hairstyle that she had done on Friday was now ruined. Her hair had to be contained by elastic bands, lest it get into her eyes or mouth. Finally, a collar had been placed around her neck so that the mask could not be removed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-2-compelled-into-bondage"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 2): Compelled Into Bondage&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Charlotte had no way of knowing how much time had elapsed since Annette had taken her into Mistress Jaclyn’s Dungeon. She had given up wearing a watch long ago, dependent on her phone for the time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She would rise from the cot, and pace back in forth in the jail cell, her steps limited by her ankle chain. Twelve inches did not allow for a great deal of movement, but then again, she was now confined behind steel bars. Charlotte would try again and again to open the door, but naked flesh was no match for cold steel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-part-2-a-new-world"&gt;Chapter 6 (part 2): A New World&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two and a half weeks after Mistress Jaclyn had called to say goodbye leaving Charlotte emotionally shattered, the package arrived from the lawyer. In addition, there was another item that she would have to sign for. Charlotte had signed for both at the Post Office Saturday morning, since they were unable to deliver them Friday while she had been at work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The box was something that she had been expecting; and Charlotte wondered what the separate letter contained.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Controlled Experiment</title><link>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/17/controlled-experiment/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2-tammy-gets-belted"&gt;Chapter 2: Tammy Gets Belted&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Saturday morning, and Tammy White wasn’t sure if her ordeal was ending or just beginning. Last Saturday, after she had returned from her business trip to find her best friend Charlotte in a Chastity Belt, she had asked her friend for the number of the Sexual Research Institute. She wanted to join the same study, because she wanted to wear a Chastity Belt that would somehow monitor her sexuality.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gina Goes Topless</title><link>/stories/2021/04/08/gina-goes-topless/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/08/gina-goes-topless/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Gina Goes Topless” by &lt;a href="mailto:sfmaster@att.net"&gt;mailto:sfmaster@att.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been one of those dates that you always hope for in a relationship. Gina and I had gone out Saturday night for dinner, then a movie, and finally for drinks at a local bar before returning to her apartment for a night of torrid lovemaking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First we had passionate, mattress pounding sex that left us both sweating together. Next, I followed that with slow lovemaking that lasted until the early hours. Nice, leisurely climaxes that left us both breathless. Finally, we both drifted off to sleep together, in each other’s arms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-part-1---the-sacrifice"&gt;Chapter 6 (part 1) - The Sacrifice&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the days after the departure of Boris and Arkady, suddenly Sir Ian took a new interest in Davinia. Previously, he had left most of her training to Lady Samantha. But now, with his two guests gone, Davinia became the center of his attentions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia and Erin shared a jail cell in their slavery, and one morning, Erin was taken away by Lady Samantha. Her wrists had been locked behind her back, and a red ball-gag placed between her lips. Lastly, Lady Samantha had locked a leash to Erin&amp;rsquo;s collar, and her companion was led away to whatever fate awaited her!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7-part-1---the-oil-minister"&gt;Chapter 7 (part 1) - The Oil Minister&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia&amp;rsquo;s next surprise came one morning when she was awaiting Sir Ian in the Day Room. Yvette had conducted her there and Davinia had put up no resistance as her hands were locked behind her back and a red ball-gag placed between her lips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the last few days, Davinia had noticed a marked change in her owner. He seemed to be spending more time away from both Davinia and Erin, and she wondered why.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-1---lady-samantha-and-the-lash"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 1) - Lady Samantha and the Lash&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia knelt naked in front of Lady Samantha in the Dayroom; her hands held behind her back, but unlocked. As a slave, that was the position she had learned to assume in front of her Master and Owner. In the months that Davinia had been taken prisoner by Sir Ian her will to resist had been broken, and she had changed into a submissive sex slave, eager to obey all commands given to her!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-3---in-the-oil-servicing-business"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 3) - In The Oil Servicing Business&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once Arkady and Boris had finished with Erin and Davinia, Lady Samantha and Yvette chained them, and gave them a bath and food, and rubbed salve on their stripes. Then they were locked together in their cell, as usual.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How do you feel?” asked Davinia of her naked companion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“All right. I&amp;rsquo;ve been used by Boris before. He was holding back, actually, saving some for Arkady later. You&amp;rsquo;re now a business bonus!” said Erin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7-part-2---epilogue"&gt;Chapter 7 (part 2) - Epilogue&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was two weeks after Davinia and Sir Ian had visited the mansion of Adam Nsonga. Sir Ian had made certain that Davinia saw a doctor, and that there was no damage to her rear entrance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had been given a salve to use on her inflamed tissues; and Sir Ian had used only her mouth and sex for his pleasure. Besides, of course, the whip.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-2---signing-bonus"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 2) - Signing Bonus&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia had been to many business meetings in her years as an environmental activist. First had been the staff and fundraising meetings of her own and other groups; then the protests they had staged at shareholder meetings of the oil companies they were protesting against. Usually, Davinia was outside protesting; but sometimes they were able to sneak in and unfurl a banner, or display small foldable signs, or blast air horns until they were removed by Security.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-part-2---davinias-reward"&gt;Chapter 6 (part 2) - Davinia&amp;rsquo;s Reward&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the sense of exhilaration that Davinia had felt after her use of Erin in the Day Room, the hours afterward seemed like a bit of a letdown.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both Yvette and Lady Samantha had to work together to let Erin out of her suspension and chains. She was drenched in sweat, and her naked body was scored by numerous welts from the whip and the other instruments of torment that Davinia had used on her without mercy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1---jungle-odyssey"&gt;Chapter 1 - Jungle Odyssey&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I Sell Here, Sir, What All The World Desires to Have &amp;ndash; Power” Matthew Boulton to Boswell, 1776&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was while she was being driven to her rendezvous with her contact that Davinia Gordon suddenly realized that this had not been a very good idea after all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had received a phone call in London from her contact who had been supplying her with information about her nemesis, Sir Ian Sinclair and his infamous oil company. He told her that he had something really big, and that she had to come to the African nation of Katanga, to the Oomri Region, to get it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-2---a-harsh-mistress-indeed"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 2) - A Harsh Mistress Indeed&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bright sunlight streamed into the Dayroom as Davinia knelt naked in front of Lady Samantha, who was seated on her wooden throne. Davinia was collared and wearing her bondage bracelets as usual. Lady Samantha was wearing a black latex dress that hugged her feminine figure perfectly!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, Davinia, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Ever since I saw you on TV leading that protest march I knew that one day you’d wear Sir Ian’s collar; and I was right!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-1---sir-ian-and-the-rings"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 1) - Sir Ian and the Rings&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After having sucked Sir Ian’s cock, Davinia felt debased in a way unlike her previous bondage experiences. What was happening to her that she could readily accept the crop and the cane? And what had made her so easily take Sir Ian’s shaft into her mouth and try her best to satisfy him?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next few days after serving Sir Ian were spent serving Lady Samantha. Sir Ian was, after all, the CEO of a worldwide transnational corporation, so his time with Davinia was quite limited.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-3---a-close-shave"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 3) - A Close Shave&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Davinia was awakened by Yvette, who conducted her for a morning bath. Davinia was bathed and her hair washed, and her underarms and legs were shaved.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But what happened next would change her forever!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia stood up in the bathroom after her legs were done, only to have Yvette look sternly at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Not finished, Mademoiselle! Lady Samantha has ordered me to shave ze pussy!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-2---davinia-in-the-dungeon"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 2) - Davinia in the Dungeon&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bound and helpless, Davinia had no alternative but to walk behind Erin when she felt a tug on her collar chain. Blindfolded, she could not see where she was being led to, and gagged, she had no means of communication with Erin as well!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She tested the steel holding her wrists together, and as usual, found them to be unyielding! Naked female flesh was no match for leather and steel!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---erins-submission"&gt;Chapter 2 - Erin&amp;rsquo;s Submission&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I Think The Devil Will Not Have [You] Damned, Lest The Oil That’s In [You] Should Set Hell On Fire”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Davinia finally awoke the next day, she wasn’t sure where she was. After the pain and pleasure of the previous day, she had finally fallen into a fitful dream filled sleep where she had relived the day’s events.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Opening her eyes, she imagined that the entire ordeal had been a horrible dream, and that she was going to awaken back in her London flat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-1-lady-samantha-and-the-crop"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 1): Lady Samantha and the Crop&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia had been chained to the wall, with her hands locked behind her back, naked, as she watched as her companion, Erin, had been beaten and violated. She had seen Erin cropped and caned, and her mouth and bottom used by Lady Samantha and Sir Ian. Davinia could not believe how Erin had so willingly been punished; how she had let her body be used and violated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Well ladies, this is what you’ve been waiting for,” said Mistress Lois.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Domme’s expert fingers undid the roller buckle at the back of my leather blindfold, and I blinked in response when the light hit my eyes. Focusing, I could see a woman dressed as a Maid (in a black rubber outfit) standing holding a teapot; and my Mistress’s three guests, seated in the living room. They were all wearing brightly colored designer dresses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back to the present&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I realized now why Lois had shown me off to her friend, Colleen. She had wanted to see if I would acknowledge my slavery to her in front of another Domme, and if I would allow myself to be used by her. Colleen had proven to be a tough and demanding Domme, and I had to summon all of my resolve in order to perform properly for her and not to embarrass Mistress Lois.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Working in the porn shop proved to be rather interesting. K-Mart had been badly run, and anybody could see that they were clearly in trouble. So I gave my notice, and off I was to work in an adult shop!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bill proved to be a nice man, and during my tenure there, he never laid a hand on me, nor did he ask about my relationship with Lois.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Honey, what’s going on?” asked my husband, home from one of his business trips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What do you mean, sweetie?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why are you working at K-Mart?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Because I’m tired of sitting home on my ass doing nothing. The maid can come in two days a week to clean – there really isn’t enough work for her to do all week, and the gardener works outside. I was bored silly, so I went back to work!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sat in the lobby of the Uniondale Marriott not knowing what to expect. I had made a room reservation the day before, and now I sat alone, waiting for Mistress Lois to arrive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Would she come? Or would I get stood up as part of some test that she was performing on me?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why had she told me to reserve a hotel room? I knew that she owned a house, and I certainly had one as well. So what did we need a hotel room for? If we were going to have a romantic tryst somewhere, surely there were better places to do so than a crowded Long Island hotel?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Moth to the Flame</title><link>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/28/moth-to-the-flame/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a couple of months before my husband finally noticed. I had taken a shower and was drying myself off of the bed, when he walked in unexpectedly and noticed the red marks on my flesh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Honey?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, dear,” I answered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What are those marks?” he asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Nothing, darling – I slipped and fell one day while playing tennis.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But those don’t look like bruises – they look like something else,” he observed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sharon's Outcall</title><link>/stories/2020/09/12/sharons-outcall/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/12/sharons-outcall/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been in the cavernous file room that Sharon Michaels had made her great discovery. She had gone into the large room, with its dim lighting and dusty racks to locate an old company sales contract. Sharon had entered the room silently, walking on flats, rather than the high heels that she normally wore to work. That way, she didn&amp;rsquo;t make any noise while walking, which her high heels would have done.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Not Such a Cruel Summer</title><link>/stories/2020/07/18/not-such-a-cruel-summer/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/18/not-such-a-cruel-summer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was May 1998, and summer had arrived with a vengeance early. Now you can blame it on El Niño or the greenhouse effect, but in a year where winter didn&amp;rsquo;t happen (at least for Long Island), spring didn&amp;rsquo;t happen either. Instead, we went right into what felt like high summer, with the temps being in the 90s every day from early May onwards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I work for my uncle Dave&amp;rsquo;s pool company, and you would think that I would be happy for the hot weather. Except that I had just had a hard year in college as a chemistry major, and wanted to have a little time off to myself. Instead, no sooner than I had gotten home from school, I had to be out working.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Indebted Slave</title><link>/stories/2020/07/12/my-indebted-slave/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/12/my-indebted-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was seated at the bar, fuming in silence, glancing at my watch and the clock on the wall. My submissive and fiancé Jill was late for dinner, and I was wondering just where she was. Has she been delayed at work? Had a car accident? I had tried to call her on her cell phone, but all I got was a recording saying that number was out of service.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Bondage Valentine</title><link>/stories/2020/07/04/my-bondage-valentine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/04/my-bondage-valentine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once a month I have lunch with my girlfriend Brandi, and we discuss the usual things. Our jobs; clothes; shoes; and men.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How are things going with Mark?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brandi and I are both 30, born just months apart, and we’ve been friends since college when we shared a dorm room together. She’s in sales, and I’m in advertising. We both live on Long Island and work in NYC; taking the train in everyday.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Candy's Hobby</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/candys-hobby/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/candys-hobby/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dave Roberts fingered the dozen roses on the car seat next to him when traffic came to a stop on Northern Blvd. He had gotten off work early in New York City, and had decided to come home early as a surprise to his wife. They shared a home together in the wealthy section of Roslyn, and on the way he pulled over and bought a dozen red roses as a gift.Dave Roberts fingered the dozen roses on the car seat next to him when traffic came to a stop on Northern Blvd. He had gotten off work early in New York City, and had decided to come home early as a surprise to his wife. They shared a home together in the wealthy section of Roslyn, and on the way he pulled over and bought a dozen red roses as a gift.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chance Meeting</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/chance-meeting/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/chance-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Brenda Steiner sat in the bar, staring at the drink in her hand. She was in a local bar during happy hour, in the late afternoon. After failing at not one but two job interviews that day, she had decided to go into a bar to have a drink. Silently, she considered her options. Her unemployment was about to run out, and it didn&amp;rsquo;t look like she was going to get a job in her field soon. Her Degree from F.I.T. and years spent in the garment District in New York should have guaranteed her a job in her field, &amp;ldquo;the rag business.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drug Test</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/drug-test/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/drug-test/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Gail Bell sat in her cubicle, eyes focused on the computer screen in front of her, her fingers furiously typing out a program on the keyboard. One line of code after another appeared on the screen, she hoped that she would be able to do a test run before the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or else she could simply log on from home and finish the program and do a test tonight; or come in on Saturday to finish it. After all, in the IT field you can work any eighty hours you want!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Thanksgiving in Thrall</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="thanksgiving_in_thrall2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-3-cabin-fever"&gt;Part 3: Cabin Fever&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Delighted to be wearing her Black Latex Maid&amp;rsquo;s uniform once again, Jennifer set about the business of cleaning Master Scott&amp;rsquo;s house. Saturday morning had been a repeat of Friday, with Jennifer rising early to bathe and clean herself after the night&amp;rsquo;s sexual activities!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was nothing like a hot soak in the tub to clean herself of the dried sweat, come, and her own secretions after a night of domination and intense sex! She admired herself in the mirror, since she had not been whipped like that for years!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Thanksgiving in Thrall</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-reunited-in-submission"&gt;Part 1: Reunited in Submission&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Tyler sat at the Dunkin Donut&amp;rsquo;s window, wondering what she was going to do for Thanksgiving. For the holiday weekend, she had no good options. How could she have made such a mess out of her sex life in the last few years?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Idly, she took another glance at the copy of the Times on the counter. Then another sip of coffee, the donut she had for breakfast long since consumed. Finally, she stared out the window, watching the early fall of snow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Thanksgiving in Thrall</title><link>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/06/thanksgiving-in-thrall/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="thanksgiving_in_thrall1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-2-black-friday"&gt;Part 2: Black Friday&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Tyler began Black Friday a happy girl indeed! The previous day she had re-united with her former Master who had agreed to take her back; after her disastrous short relationship with her former college boyfriend Brad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Most romantic reunions feature a romantic dinner, expensive gifts, and promises of undying love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead, Jennifer was naked; placed in bondage; a ball-gag locked in her mouth; spanked and paddled; performed oral sex on her former master; then fucked doggy style; and finally again in the missionary position! After all that amazing sexual activity her Master Scott eventually fell asleep, exhausted!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Matter of Class</title><link>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Enter,” Mistress Stephanie commanded from inside the library.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her Maid Camille opened the library door for Allison Robbins, Stephanie’s newest prospective client. Allison was twenty-one, just out of college, well built and attractive, a Greenwich socialite, heiress of a modest fortune, and unfortunately for her, getting into trouble and being chased by the paparazzi.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mistress Stephanie, Allison Robbins is here,” said Camille.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Thank you, Camille. Allison, so nice to meet with you, please take a seat,” Stephanie offered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Matter of Class</title><link>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="a_matter_of_class1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Part 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exactly one week later, Allison had gone out to dinner with two of her girlfriends at a local restaurant. Halfway through dinner, she looked over – and there was Mistress Stephanie having dinner with another woman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, Allison broke out in a sweat! What should she do? Should she simply ignore Mistress Stephanie and company? Should she walk over and say hello? Just what sort of etiquette was involved in seeing a Dominatrix?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Matter of Class</title><link>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/30/a-matter-of-class/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="a_matter_of_class2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day, Allison had promised to meet with two of her girlfriends in New York City to explore some fashion boutiques. After visiting the Prada and Max Mara stores, she feigned a headache, declined dinner, and said that she was going home to Greenwich.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead, she retrieved her car from the parking garage and drove downtown, a particular address burning a hole in her pocketbook.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge14.html"&gt;chapter fourteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-fifteen-endgame"&gt;Chapter Fifteen: Endgame&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-one-past-and-present"&gt;Part One: Past and Present&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="sunday-november-15-1998"&gt;Sunday November 15, 1998&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;Janet closed the last of Erica&amp;rsquo;s Journals, dated 1992, tears in her eyes. She cried, and placed her head in her hands, and sobbed loudly, no longer caring if she awakened Tina or not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The tears splattered on the leather of Erica&amp;rsquo;s last journal, like raindrops. Wetting the dry leather that had remained in the safe for years until Tina&amp;rsquo;s chance discovery six months ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge05.html"&gt;chapter five&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Six: Triumph and Tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: Family Obligations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### June 1983&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday night was the slowest day of the week, so that was the day that mother and daughter usually met. Each time, they met at a different diner or restaurant, in a different town or city. Erica had promised Eve that she would always live nearby, and had rented an apartment in Darien near where she worked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge10.html"&gt;chapter ten&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Eleven: The Test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Betrayal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### Friday October 2, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was good, Janet thought, to get out of the house and her normal routine. The pressures of her job, her Domme duties, and now training Cheryl, all added to up a frustrating combination that threatened to overwhelm her. So Janet had asked Tina if she wanted to change and go into Greenwich for a little shopping as a break. Tina had declined, so Janet had gone alone, eventually finding herself at Saks Fifth Avenue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge04.html"&gt;chapter four&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Five: The Test of Wills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: Submission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### Friday July 10, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janet sat behind the library desk, chewing on a pencil. She had watched from the windows as Cheryl&amp;rsquo;s limousine had pulled up to the landing; and Tina had then conducted her into the house. Outside, the rain was pouring down in sheets and flashes of lightning and sounds of thunder could be heard. In short, a typical summer thunderstorm for this time of year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge07.html"&gt;chapter seven&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Eight: Progressions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Power and the Responsibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### April 1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mistress, are you all right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The question startled Erica out of her thoughts back to the real world. She had gone down to the Dungeon to think, and had entered a dream world all her own. Glancing at her watch, she saw the reason for the interruption. It was long past the time that Lisa was supposed to serve lunch, and she had gone down to the Dungeon to find her Mistress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge08.html"&gt;chapter eight&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Nine: The Other End of the Crop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Contract Fulfilled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### Friday September 11, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Janet was not supposed to put in an appearance at her job at Xylex, she had forgotten some papers in her office and decided to drop in and retrieve them so she could work over the weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had dressed in a DKNY blouse and skirt, unlike her usual blue business suit. Janet had carried her briefcase (black leather, of course) inside the building, and intended to be no more than ten minutes within her office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge13.html"&gt;chapter thirteen&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Fourteen: The Legacy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: Borrowed Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### July 1992&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mistress, are you all right?&amp;rdquo; asked Andrea, concern and worry on her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; answered Erica, struggling back to consciousness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erica realized that she had fallen asleep at her desk, resting her hands on the desktop, her arms for pillows. She had gone into the library to write a report on that new girl, Janet Davis who she had used the previous weekend. Then she had dropped off to sleep, exhausted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge06.html"&gt;chapter six&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Seven: Invasive Procedures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### July 17, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the limousine arrived to bring Cheryl to Janet&amp;rsquo;s Estate, it was Mistress Janet herself who opened the front door. Cheryl had been picked up as normal, and driven to the Estate like any other week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please come in, Cheryl,&amp;rdquo; welcomed Janet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mistress?&amp;rdquo; asked Cheryl, puzzled that Tina had not been the one to greet her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Enter.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl did as she was told, and Janet closed the door behind her. Janet looked over her slave very carefully. It had been just one week since she had disobeyed Janet, and Cheryl had been severely punished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge11.html"&gt;chapter eleven&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Twelve: Changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Promotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### March 1989&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The restaurant was mostly empty as the waitress seated Erica and Stephanie in a private booth. She took their orders for drinks, then left them alone with their menus to decide what they wanted for lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;How are you today?&amp;rdquo; asked Erica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Still smarting from the way you used me on the weekend, Mistress Erica,&amp;rdquo; softly answered Stephanie, &amp;ldquo;other than that, just fine.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge12.html"&gt;chapter twelve&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Thirteen: The Loan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: A Different Mistress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### &amp;gt;From the Diary of Cheryl Branford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### Friday October 23, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit at the window of the fast food restaurant, watching the traffic go by. The workweek is over, and the roads are filled with people going home to family, shopping, and looking forward to the weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my purse are the directions to Mistress Lori&amp;rsquo;s house, which Mistress Janet had given me the previous Sunday. Mistress Janet has fulfilled the second request that I have made of her, that she would loan me out to another Domme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/03/12/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge09.html"&gt;chapter nine&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Ten: The Rescue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Debt Recalled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### February 1986&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The party was held at the country home of Mistress Marcia, and her husband, Simon. They owned a successful catering business in New York City, and lived there during the week. But on weekends, they stayed in their country house up in Pawling, New York.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They owned an old farmhouse, with plenty of room. They had converted the basement to a D/s playroom that they kept locked unless they were having a party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge02.html"&gt;chapter two&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Three: The Interview&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Gordian Knot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### Monday June 8, 1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistress Janet sat behind the library desk, staring at the photographs and file on the blotter. The pictures and personal information had been delivered to Janet&amp;rsquo;s estate Monday morning by a messenger service, and Tina had signed for them and given the large envelope to her Mistress. When Janet opened the envelope and removed the manila folder, it had taken all of her strength not to display her shock to Tina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-one-the-challenge"&gt;Chapter One: The Challenge&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-one-a-day-in-the-life"&gt;Part One: A Day in the Life&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="thursday-june-4-1998"&gt;Thursday June 4, 1998&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Janet finally awoke, Stephanie was gone from her bed. Stephanie&amp;rsquo;s bedroom was nicely furnished with a large bed, dresser, small desk and chairs, and an attached bathroom. Stephanie had used Janet the previous evening, first in the library then the bedroom. Janet lay beneath the sheets, which were a mess from their lovemaking. Feeling her skin, Janet was sticky from her sweat and juices from herself and Stephanie, and she desired a hot bath.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge01.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Two: Death and the Resurrection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: The Debt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### June 1980&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Alana Peters, life could not get any better this June day. The stock deal to take the client&amp;rsquo;s company public had hit the street this morning, and she had made it happen. She had worked for the investment firm on Wall Street, and this was her first big deal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the months of hard work, negotiations, nights spent in New York, all were paying off now. She had taken an old family firm public, and her investment firm was issuing the stock. For them and her it meant commissions, fame, and fortune. Already there was talk of an article about her in the Wall Street Journal, and she was sure to make partner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Challenge</title><link>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/29/the-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="the_challenge03.html"&gt;chapter three&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter Four: Rejection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### Part One: That Feeling of Power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;##### February 1983&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erica Riken sat at her desk, a cup of black coffee in front of her, papers neatly organized, and the IBM PC humming away. Trouble was, she just couldn&amp;rsquo;t concentrate on her work. In her new job of bookkeeper she was managing the finances of the liquor distributor, which handled hundreds of cases of hard liquor every day. Oddly, all she ever drank was perhaps wine with dinner or a whiskey sour once in a great while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Matter of Class</title><link>/stories/2019/08/24/a-matter-of-class/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/08/24/a-matter-of-class/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!&lt;/p&gt;
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story for their own, non-commercial use.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 15: Cassandra Takes Beth</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-15-cassandra-takes-beth/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-15-cassandra-takes-beth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound14.html"&gt;part 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15: Cassandra Takes Beth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra sat in front of the dressing table in her bedroom, wearing nothing but a dressing gown! After her first session as a Dominant, she had rushed back to her bedroom and taken quick shower to remove the sweat she had produced while whipping Beth!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She knew that Beth was now being prepared by Kate for her night’s pleasure!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mistress Allison had complimented her for the way she had whipped Beth, delivering the right amount of strokes, and varying their intensity!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 16: The Bonds of Money</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-16-the-bonds-of-money/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-16-the-bonds-of-money/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound15.html"&gt;part 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 16: The Bonds of Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the third week in a row that Beth had gone to lunch with her friend Valerie Newman. Cassandra had helped her dress, and had watched her leave the Mansion, leaving her alone for the day with Mistress Allison and Kate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once Beth had left the Mansion, and Cassandra had watched her BMW leave on the long driveway towards the electronically controlled gate; did Cassandra finally summon the courage to see Mistress Allison.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 17: The Bondage Evaluation</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-17-the-bondage-evaluation/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-17-the-bondage-evaluation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound16.html"&gt;part 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 17: The Bondage Evaluation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Cassandra was finally able to tear herself away from seeing how the Black PVC Catsuit hugged every curve of her body, Kate escorted her down to the Library where Mistress Allison was waiting!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After knocking and gaining entrance, she found that both Beth and Valerie were now naked, collared, and wearing nothing but bondage bracelets and high heels. They were both kneeling in front of Mistress Allison’s Library desk.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 18: Winning The Lottery</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-18-winning-the-lottery/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-18-winning-the-lottery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound17.html"&gt;part 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 18: Winning The Lottery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next day, after Cassandra had released Valerie, it was her turn to bathe and prepare her guest. Valerie was soon wearing the “O” dress just like Beth, and the two women would spend the day together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra again wore her Maid’s uniform, but Mistress Allison did not lock the collar around her neck. She wondered why, but did not ask. Mistress Allison did not do anything without a reason, so she knew that whatever the cause, she would discover it later.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 19: Epilogue</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-19-epilogue/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/snowbound-19-epilogue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound18.html"&gt;part 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 19: Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Valerie Newman lay on her belly, bound to the leather footstool in the Library. The day before, while wearing a Latex Maid’s uniform, she had cleaned and oiled the Black Leather piece of furniture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now she was naked, her limbs tied to the footstool with rope, and cinched tightly! There would be no escape until she was released, and that would not happen before Cassandra had her way with her!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 13: The Return of Valerie Newman</title><link>/stories/2016/07/01/snowbound-13-the-return-of-valerie-newman/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/01/snowbound-13-the-return-of-valerie-newman/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound12.html"&gt;part 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: The Return of Valerie Newman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One mid-morning, just before lunch, Beth and Cassandra were relaxing together in the jail cell after a particularly hard scene the night before. Mistress Allison had whipped them both to a screaming frenzy, and their bodies displayed the whip marks that they would carry for some time!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, they had sought comfort in each other’s arms: after all, what else could two naked girls do while confined in a jail cell?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 14: Spring Fever</title><link>/stories/2016/07/01/snowbound-14-spring-fever/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/01/snowbound-14-spring-fever/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound13.html"&gt;part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14: Spring Fever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The deep snows of the rural Pennsylvania winter had now given way to spring, and the view from outside the picture window was now a riot of green!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Springtime was the season of renewal, and Cassandra looked out of her bedroom window and reflected on how her brush with death had instead resulted in new life as bondage companion for Beth!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Previously, she has just experimented as a submissive, not certain if she wanted to that lifestyle. But she had entered Beth’s house in a winter blizzard, and her life was now transformed!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Standard of Living</title><link>/stories/2016/07/01/the-standard-of-living/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/01/the-standard-of-living/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.
If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only if you
include this statement of limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format.
However, individual readers may make single copies of the
story for their own, non-commercial use. Copyright (c) 2010 by &lt;a href="mailto:sfmaster@att.net"&gt;sfmaster@att.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 12: Fringe Benefits</title><link>/stories/2015/10/13/snowbound-12-fringe-benefits/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/13/snowbound-12-fringe-benefits/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound11.html"&gt;part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12: Fringe Benefits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day, while Cassandra was helping Kate clean the Playroom after a night’s bondage scene, she came upon a piece of equipment that she did not recognize!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Kate, what’s this?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They were both dressed in Maid’s uniforms, and since they were doing actual cleaning, they were wearing normal not fetish attire. Except for being corseted, and wearing collars, that is!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra held up what appeared to be a large piece of triangular shaped leather, complete with a series of straps that made the whole thing look rather menacing indeed!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Married a Sex Slave 4a: Tormented Toni</title><link>/stories/2015/07/25/i-married-a-sex-slave-4a-tormented-toni/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/25/i-married-a-sex-slave-4a-tormented-toni/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="imarriedasexslave3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Married a Sex Slave 3: The Masked Intruder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4a: Tormented Toni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Toni Martin glanced at the bedroom clock, and was glad that it was after eleven PM. It was a Friday night, and by rights she should have been out partying with her girlfriends. Instead she had something else planned that was going to be far more satisfying than going out and trying to meet a man for sex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Married a Sex Slave 4b: Tormented Toni</title><link>/stories/2015/07/25/i-married-a-sex-slave-4b-tormented-toni/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/25/i-married-a-sex-slave-4b-tormented-toni/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="imarriedasexslave4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4b: Tormented Toni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Do you want to be my slave?” Sam asked Toni.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Master Sam.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Master I have always fanaticized about the idea of bondage. I’ve always dreamed of being naked, in chains, and being beaten with a whip or crop. Seeing you and slave Connie in action has made me want to experience my dreams in real life. Connie told me that you were a kind caring Master, and I would trust you with the safety of my body. Please take me as your slave, Master Sam.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 11: Notice of Discipline</title><link>/stories/2015/03/08/snowbound-11-notice-of-discipline/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/03/08/snowbound-11-notice-of-discipline/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound10.html"&gt;part ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 11: Notice of Discipline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of the rooms in Beth’s house served as her office.  After all, she was wealthy, and not only had a family fortune, but she also served on the Boards of several large corporations!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In fact, it was a fully functional office, with a computer, printer, copier, file cabinets, water dispenser, and even a coffee maker!  There was even a separate desk for a secretary, if she had one!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 10: Sleeping Arrangements</title><link>/stories/2015/02/04/snowbound-10-sleeping-arrangements/</link><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/02/04/snowbound-10-sleeping-arrangements/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound9.html"&gt;part nine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10: Sleeping Arrangements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beth and Cassandra sat together on the cot in the jail cell together. After being let down from their respective ceiling chains, Kate had conducted them into the jail cell to get a little water and rest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both women had been subject to quite considerable discipline, and their naked bodies displayed the evidence for this. Angry red marks were the evidence of the flogger and whip, and neither would be subject to discipline again for a while!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 9: The Discipline Society</title><link>/stories/2015/01/08/snowbound-9-the-discipline-society/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/08/snowbound-9-the-discipline-society/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound8.html"&gt;part eight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: The Discipline Society&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Who shall I begin with?” asked Mistress Allison, to her two naked charges, bound in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’d like to go first, Mistress Allison,” begged Cassandra.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why is that, darling?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Because I was the one who suggested a day out to Beth, Mistress Allison,” Cassandra replied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That makes you guilty party, does it not?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes, Mistress!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I was more thinking along the lines of a coin toss or having Kate draw high card for you two.  There is at  least and element of chance there in determining who goes first.  But if you’re offering yourself, then that is all right with me!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 8: Cabin Fever</title><link>/stories/2014/12/30/snowbound-8-cabin-fever/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/30/snowbound-8-cabin-fever/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound7.html"&gt;part seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Cabin Fever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the weeks since Cassandra had agreed to become Beth’s employee and bondage companion, her life now truly revolved around bondage and discipline. After the nearly catastrophic day when she interrupted Mistress Allison when she had been flogging Kate; all because Kate had not asked Mistress Allison if she could give Cassandra a tour of the Playroom. Her punishment for her transgression was to choose the instrument of her own discipline; and she had decided upon the fearsome black leather whip. Cassandra had undergone a terrible ordeal that had left her marked, but at the same time she had experienced a great sexual climax as the lines between pain and pleasure had melted away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 7: Cassandra is Whipped!</title><link>/stories/2014/12/08/snowbound-7-cassandra-is-whipped/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/12/08/snowbound-7-cassandra-is-whipped/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound6.html"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Cassandra is Whipped!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Kiss the whip!” ordered Mistress Allison.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never in her entire life had Cassandra ever felt so exposed and vulnerable! She realized that until now she had merely been playing around the edges of submission. Cassandra realized that her prior experiences before entering Beth’s house had been the equivalent of dipping her toes in the water. Everything that she had done here was merely preparation for what she would now undergo!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 6: Kate Gets Flogged</title><link>/stories/2014/11/19/snowbound-6-kate-gets-flogged/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/19/snowbound-6-kate-gets-flogged/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Kate Gets Flogged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra stood in gagged silence during the strangest elevator ride in her life as they descended to the basement. Mistress Allison stood in her leather dress, holding Cassandra’s leash. Both Cassandra and Beth were naked, gagged, and chained together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once a previous boyfriend had asked Cassandra if she wanted to do a quickie in an elevator, but Cassandra had refused, pointing to the camera projecting from the ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 1: A Brush With Death</title><link>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-1-a-brush-with-death/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-1-a-brush-with-death/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! Please mention whatever newsgroup or Website that you read this story from so that I can keep track of my own work!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: A Brush With Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the first time in her life, Cassandra Martin was afraid that she was going to die. Here she was, driving through rural Pennsylvania in a true Blizzard, and lost!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 2: The Bondage Imperative</title><link>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-2-the-bondage-imperative/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-2-the-bondage-imperative/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: The Bondage Imperative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Captive in her wooden prison, Cassandra had time to decompress and review the afternoon’s events; which had shocked and surprised her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Had she really volunteered to strip naked before Allison &amp;amp; Kate; put on a collar and bracelets; and then submit to the invasion of her body and punishment by the riding crop?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What could possibly have possessed her to do it; and worse; enjoy it?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 3: A Strange Job Offer</title><link>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-3-a-strange-job-offer/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-3-a-strange-job-offer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: A Strange Job Offer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Cassandra awoke the next morning, it was to brilliant sunlight streaming through the window! Her eyes opened, and she slowly awoke, comprehending that the snowstorm that had brought her to this strange house had ended.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if yesterday’s events had all been just a dream. But no, the bed smelled of sex, her lips still had the taste of another woman upon them, and finally the collar was still locked upon her neck, and the chain still held her fast to the wall!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 4: Shared Captivity</title><link>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-4-shared-captivity/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-4-shared-captivity/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Shared Captivity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Lift your hair,” ordered Mistress Allison.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was early evening, and Cassandra and Mistress Allison were standing in the basement next to the washing machine. Displayed on the domestic appliance were a collar; a set of gleaming handcuffs; a leash; and a red rubber ball gag. It didn’t take much to make a girl helpless!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra stood silently as Mistress Allison locked the leather collar around her neck. She was wearing a blouse and skirt; and a pair of high heels on her feet; with nothing underneath.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Snowbound 5: Wage Slavery</title><link>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-5-wage-slavery/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/10/snowbound-5-wage-slavery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="snowbound4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: Wage Slavery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Cassandra awoke the next morning, she found that she was alone in the cot. Beth was in front of the prison sink/toilet; calmly brushing her teeth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good morning,” said Beth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good morning,” Cassandra replied as she sat up, naked as her companion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beth washed her mouth out with a cup of water, then proceeded to wash her face. When she was finished, she toweled herself off.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Married a Sex Slave</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I Married a Sex Slave” by &lt;a href="mailto:sfmaster@att.net"&gt;mailto:sfmaster@att.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One: The Confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dinner was already a pleasant memory, and the dishes were drying in the rack. I was looking to having a nice evening alone with my wife Connie. Perhaps some TV or a movie on cable sounded pretty good just then.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Honey?” Connie called from the kitchen, “could we sit down and talk for a while? Don’t turn on the TV, please?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Married a Sex Slave 2: Domestic Bliss</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave-2-domestic-bliss/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave-2-domestic-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="imarriedasexslave.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Married a Sex Slave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Domestic Bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Saturday morning, several months after my wife Connie had made her startling sexual confession to me – in which she wanted to be my sex slave in addition to being my spouse. In the intervening time, she had shown me what was necessary for me to be her Master. I had learned how to place her in bondage; discipline her (for offenses real and imagined); use her sexually (I was still a little leery of anal sex – but she seemed to enjoy it); and always find new ways of keeping her sexually stimulated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Married a Sex Slave 3: The Masked Intruder</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave-3-the-masked-intruder/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/i-married-a-sex-slave-3-the-masked-intruder/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="imarriedasexslave2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Married a Sex Slave 2: Domestic Bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Masked Intruder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stood in the hall closet, sweating profusely from nervousness, wondering just how I had gotten myself into this mess.  Covering my face was a ski mask (in May), and I was holding a pair of handcuffs and a ball-gag.  I glanced at my watch, hoping that Connie would return home soon.  So that we could get this fantasy of hers started.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>