Predicament

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!)) ...

Author's Note: While this is a work of fiction, it is rooted in fact. There are jumpsuits designed for people who tend to undress at inappropriate times. There are prison jumpsuits that lock on. There are hospitals and psychiatric units attempting to give dementia patients a better outcome by incorporating new ideas into their treatment plans. I am not attempting to make fun of anyone who has dementia or any one of the hundreds of variations of the disease, or any other psychiatric disorder. I have great empathy for those individuals and their families who struggle every day to maintain some semblance of normality. Additionally, it is well known that people who are incarcerated for long periods of time are at increased risk of dementia and Alzheimers. I have no idea if people in the courts are considering anything like this to help prisoners with dementia, but I hope programs in place are actually working. This is a work of fiction. Please do not think of it as anything but fiction. ...

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty. So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/ Chapter 1 - Prolog My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?” ...

Author's Note: Thanks as always to Bethany (handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Michelle got up early to drive herself to the hospital for her scheduled test. She was going in for a newly developed MRI procedure that was hopefully going to shed some light on her condition. For almost a year, small patches of numbness had been forming on her skin, sometimes accompanied by tingling or minor pain. They could appear anywhere on her body, would last from five to ten days, then would simply disappear. ...

“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up. “Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.” ...

Author's Note: I know lots of authors say this, and no one ever believes them, but this is a (mostly) accurate account of a real scene I recently did. You can believe me or not, that doesn’t change the fact that it really happened. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-six. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-seven. Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-eight. Breathe in, breathe out - oh, god, please. Ninety-nine. ...

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source. Part I “It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!” ...

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come. Part 1 Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him. ...

Author's Note: Going to a professional Dominatrix the first time can be stressful! In this case, the result is no where near the expectations of the client. Expect the unexpected as our ‘hero’ goes down in flames and joins a scene that is way beyond his limits… A tale of fear and unwilling servitude… Graham could feel his heart in his mouth. As he walked the street in Hamburg people passed him on their everyday business. Bags in hand, chatting, only concerned with their own thoughts while every step that he took, took him closer to a fate that he had decided for himself. Volunteered for, signed up for, an experience that he wanted so desperately, but had never dared to test… ...

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-) I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend. ...