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Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities. ...

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :) _Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.* Part 1 Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently. ...

She couldn’t feel her knees at the moment, pressed hard onto the hard surface of the table. They were numb, tired of the constant pressure. She actually wished they still hurt. It would have made it a little easier for her to maintain her position if she were more aware of all her body parts. Mentally, yes, she was pretty damned aware of her body, if not so much physically. And she was getting plenty of other distress signals from other nerve endings. Why did they bother, sending her those “move me, stretch me, relieve me!” messages, didn’t they understand how pointless it was? And how relatively unimportant it was, compared with what was coming? ...

“I am inventor.” He said dramatically Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings?” She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organization, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect. ...

Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared. Chapter 1 [How is Starts] She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t! ...

Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go. And what she finds there might be more than she can chew… Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough… ...

Author's Note: What can you find in this story: heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retire­ment facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sym­pathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls. ...

Author's Note: Just a little something for those folks separated by this virus. Melanie was frustrated, bored, annoyed and anxious. Going to college across the country from her Master, he visited when he could, but thanks to this stupid pandemic, she had been stuck at her apartment for weeks now and her Master was stuck 2,000 miles away! She couldn’t go out, had to finish the semester online and thanks to the new clit shield her Master had put on, she couldn’t masturbate to relieve her sexual tension! ...

Author's Note: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story. Part One Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap. ...

Part 1 Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia. He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device. ...