Torture

I would have screamed if it had not been for the metal head enclosure I was sealed into, cold and unyielding and holding my mouth firmly shut. Not that I could have opened it anyways, I had been injected so full of muscle relaxant that I was essentially paralysed, nothing moved, nothing… From a couple of plastic windows I had been left for the eyes I could see in front of me, my gaze affixed upon the table, holding my fate and my life from my unmoving eyes, eyes that would never again see my pretty reflection, my Monroe smile or my petite size ten figure. All that was left of me was my mind and with no port for expression I was lost into a world of my loneliness. The table still had tools and metal parts awaiting their fate upon my skin, and I would have shivered had I been able to at the touch of the icy cold I felt as they were attached one by one, locking and sealing me away from the world. As I saw the last sealing screw picked up off of the table I knew this was forever, no escape, no future, no life. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. If people enjoy the story I’ll write sequences - Chapter 6 is already in preparation. Actually the story is just getting started. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1 - The Company Everything just went so well! But it had cost me a lot too. For the last 5 years, I had earned my degree in psychology with the addition to gender sciences. When I have a goal, I pursue it without regard to losses. I wanted to continue my mother’s life’s work and promote the equality of women in German society. Immediately after my final university exams, I was offered a well-paid position by a renowned Software company, whose supervisory board had committed itself to promote women in the company. ...

Her name was Nancy Wade; she had to be in her earlier 30’s, auburn hair about six feet tall, quite a beautiful woman that had aspirations for becoming actress when she had moved to the Los Angeles area in her 20’s. But after so many rejections and the small parts that she was able to get in television she decided to give it up. As so many women before her she had the looks but didn’t have the talent to really make it as a star. ...

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback! Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest. ...

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it. Remember, I live for your feedback, so even if you hate it, let me know. Jenny xxx _Update (10/19/11):* Hope people are still enjoying this - lack of recent comments is a bit discuraging. If you’re still interested, please let me know. If not, I’ll work on other stuff.* Update (11/13/11): Thanks for the feedback, glad people are enjoying it. I think you’ll like this bit :-) As always, please comment to encourage me to write more. Jenny xxx ...

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired. ...

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery. Chapter 1 Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again. ...

Author's Note: Another story in the on-going “Foundation Chronicles” stories. A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat. Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize. ...

Author's Note: A short story intended to introduce a world that I hope to write more stories in going forward. This is a complete story describing the process of training a slave for the service of a secret organization called The Foundation. Chapter 1 Haley’s eyes fluttered open, her vision going from a grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focus. She saw only a cement wall in front of her. Her head was pressed against a hard backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around. ...

Meter Level One - Establishing A Base Line! As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom. ...