(story continues from Betrayal Chapter 8: The Master Plan) Part Nine Chapter Forty – Insomniac Sleeping Beauty We had been back in the pony pen for five days and four nights. That day I had been working as a team with Monica – our first attempt together since the branding. We had built up some confidence at running but our stamina was low. I was recovering quickly, and in a day or two more I thought I might be back to normal or even better than before. The nasty chastity belt was gone but Sarah would whip me sharply if she ever suspected I was trying to rub myself against anything. ...

Part One Chapter One: First Betrayal It was September 1986 when I arrived in Australia. It was early morning, and after a gruelling redeye flight we finally arrived at Lucas’ apartment in Sydney. I was exhausted, and over excited about arriving in a new and mysterious country. Before we collapsed into bed Lucas asked me for my passport so that he could put it in a safe place with all our other documents. He took it away with all our bags. I never thought about it at the time. How could I have been so stupid? ...

The things you learn as you grow up can get you in big trouble later. I was the only girl in the family of three boys and when we fought we would hit each other sometimes hard, almost to the point of real damage to the other one. That’s how I grew up and when I got married the first time, that was the way I was, if something didn’t go just my way I would haul off and hit him as hard as I could, where ever I could. He would try to stop me, but never raised a hand to me back. Finally after one of our many fights, he just walked out and said he had had enough, two weeks later he filed for divorce and he never came back. That was two years ago now and I have dated others since then, but when I show my temper, the guys seem to disappear. ...

(story continues from Betty’s Lesson) Part Two - Betty’s Return This has to be the longest week of my life, all week I tried to forget what had happened over the weekend at Hank�s farm, but the images just keep flooding into my mind and I would find myself in a daydream about what would happen to me next weekend in that big old barn and what Hank might have planned for me. Seems like when you want the week to fly by then the time goes by so slow and every day seems longer than before. Two of the girls at work ask me what I was thinking about that makes me smile and I just told them that I was planning a long weekend in the county and that I loved to smell the hay and flowers and be back to nature. Well, that was almost true, but there was something that turned me on more and that was the thought that I was about to turn myself over to a man completely and once I did he was going to have complete and final control over me and that I would be powerless to stop him. ...

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Big City The wipers beat double time to push the rain aside, Betty peered through the windshield trying to find her way. Not for the first time she regretted taking that turn off, but she had been sure that was the one that would get her to that gas station. The noise under the hood was getting worse and worse and she had less and less hope of finding a phone let alone someplace to get help with her car. When the engine finally gave out Betty was able to get it over to the curb. Looking out the windows all she could see through the rain were deserted streets and buildings that went into the clouds. ...

It was about 3 weeks before the wedding, but more importantly, 2 weeks before the bachelor party! I was hanging out with a group of friends at a local bar, including my best man, knocking back a few and discussing our plans for the event. Ben (the best man), was letting me know just enough about the party to make it enticing, but not give away everything. Surely the night would include some heavy drinking and scantily clad women, but what else, I was not privy to at this time. ...

In the year 2147, scientists working on the human genome made a startling breakthrough. While still unable to completely map human DNA, they discovered a process that allowed them to swap X and Y chromosomes. In essence, they could now change anyone’s gender at will. Experiments performed on volunteers showed that, once the chromosome swap had been performed, the subject’s body slowly conformed itself to its new gender. Which meant that a man could have the procedure done, and, after about a month for his body to change, would become the woman he would have been had he been born female. ...

(story continues from Billy) Part Two Billy Marston flopped down on her bed, her cheeks puffing out with frustration. She hadn’t realized becoming a girl would be this much work. None of her clothes fit any more. Of course, they were sized for her boy body, not her new girl body, so they were loose in some places, way too tight in others. So as a first order of business, her mother had taken her shopping. Which, of course, led to a fight. ...

(story continues from Billy 2) Part Three Billy Marston rushed up to her room, her package clutched firmly in her hands. It had finally arrived. Now to see if she had the nerve to use it. It had been two weeks since she’d undergone the change from William Marston, male, to Wilhelmina Marston, female. From the time she got home after the change, she’d eagerly followed her doctor’s advice that she masturbate often, in order to get used to her new body’s sexual responses. But after the first week, her fingers weren’t as much fun as they had been. So she’d gone online and sneaked an order out past her parents’ radar. And now it had arrived. ...

(story continues from Billy 3) Part Four “Hey birthday boy! Enjoying your last day as a guy?” Jack frowned. “Don’t remind me.” Today was his nineteenth birthday. Tomorrow, in accordance with law, he would be reporting to a GMA facility to undergo The Process and spend a year as a girl. He was obviously less than thrilled at the prospect. “Come on, man,” Billie urged. “It’s not that bad, really.” Grinning, she dropped her robe and flaunted her nudity at him, turning and thrusting a hip in his direction. “I’m enjoying it, myself.” ...

(story continues from Billy 4) Part Five “Hey Jack!” “Well,” came the slightly hangdog reply, “I think it’s Jackie now. Jack doesn’t sound right any more, not with what I see in the mirror.” Billie smiled at the closed bedroom door. Just over a month ago, Jack had left this house as a nineteen year old guy, ready to undergo The Process. Two days ago, Jack, now a nineteen year old girl, had come home. This was Billie’s first visit. ...

(story continues from Billy 5) Part 6 “Is this month ever going to be over?” It had been three weeks since Jack had returned home as Jackie, thanks to his legally-required gender change. Billie smiled. “Only one more week,” she said encouragingly. “And you’re doing very well.” This was certainly true. When she came home, Jackie’s hunger had been nearly insatiable. With Billie’s eager help, she had settled down considerably. While still considerable, her hunger was no longer all-consuming. ...

(story continues from Billy 6) Part 7 “Isn’t that a nice ass?” “Hey now.” Smiling, Billie aimed a playful swat at Jackie’s ass. “You’re not supposed to be staring at girls’ asses.” “Only yours, dear,” Jackie replied teasingly. “And besides, I was talking about that guy she’s with.” As Jackie continued to ogle the guy across the room, Billie watched her, inwardly pleased that she’d made the adjustment so well. From the unhappy, despondent girl who’d come home from her change, she’d become this happy, lively young woman. Billie couldn’t be happier for her friend. ...

(story continues from Billy 7) Part 8 “Mind if we join you?” Billie glanced up toward the voice, then shot a quick look over to Jackie. To her relief, Jackie just smiled and said, “Sure.” Smoothly, Jackie slid to the back of the booth, and Billie quickly joined her. The two guys settled in, one on either side of them. “Ok,” Billie said, “you both look familiar. What are your names?” “I’m Jim,” said the guy sitting next to her. “And that’s Ron.” ...

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005 The new fallen snow crunched under Mary’s white boots as she made her way briskly down the freshly ploughed streets that led to her home. Her breath made frosty puffs of fog in the crisp December air as she strode down the sidewalk, shopping bags in each gloved hand. She wore a red woollen coat that reached down to her knees, with a grey-black faux fur collar bundled tightly around her neck to keep cozy. Brightly coloured Christmas lights gleamed through the snow decked tree branches around her. The cool, clear air left a little tickle in the back of her throat and she fancied she could almost smell the turkeys roasting, the warm spices of mulling cider, the tang of mandarin oranges, and the sweet scent of peppermint springing forth with the warm glow from each passing window. ...

Binding Agreement by Anakha Bonda O’Tightly loved her job as the administrative assistant at Eric Ensign’s Erotiscapes, an avant garde art studio that featured multimedia fetish and bondage works by the leading artists, sculptors and photographers of New York’s famed Greenwich Village. After all, where could a self-confessed submissive like her get to choose what goes on public display in a sprawling gallery like Mr. Ensign’s? Then there was the boss himself: A bondage freak and woman tamer who had made a worldwide name for himself with his living Fettered Femme displays, which featured self-indentured submissive’s for sale to the highest bidder. ...

Patrick stuck the taser to Dee Dee, the oldest of the three in the backseat. She flopped while her sister Cheryl screamed and pawed at Patrick. Cheryl tried to open the door on her side. They already had told them the door was broke, jammed in place. On the other side Robin tried to get out, but her door was up against the wall of the abandoned gas station Billy had pulled into. ...

As with everything she did, Lovell wanted her first, adult experience with bondage and discipline to be state of the art. From what her friends had to say about it, �For Most Fantasies, Inc.� seemed the best way to go. Nineteen years of no-complaint business, within its meticulously discreet demographic, and thousands of anonymous and signed letters from a grateful majority of very satisfied clients, abundantly testified to �For Most�s� strictly confidential, top-of-the-line standards. No cover or true identity had ever been blown, no one had ever been either psychologically or physically damaged, and no lawsuit ever filed, a track record that did much to attract clients of Lovell�s demanding and discriminating tastes. ...

A Mad Bitch Office Manager is tamed by her secretary. An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as “The Mad Bitch,” is retrained during a weekend “Wilderness Bonding Experience” and turned into a submissive slave, lily. Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story– eventually– gets to a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn’t your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn’t your story. ...

(story continues from Birching Miss Birch) A Mad Bitch Office Manager is tamed by her secretary. An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as “The Mad Bitch,” is retrained during a weekend “Wilderness Bonding Experience” and turned into a submissive slave, lily. Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story– eventually– gets to a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn’t your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn’t your story. ...