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You were already displeased, I now realize. From the text.
You: cunt
Me: Yes, Sir.
You: That was 2 minutes late.
Me: I’m sorry.
You: Is three minutes not long enough to reply to your Sir? Do you have important slut things to do?
Me: It’s long enough, Sir. I don’t know why I didn’t respond sooner.
You: You don’t know why. I want you dressed when I get home. We’re going out.
Me: Yes. Thank you, Sir.
A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.
Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.
Heather the Churchy Cunt
^((Tom – English))
^((Heather – very English))
^((Tess – an American, abroad))
Tess and I had been seeing each other for a while. Things had been crazy from the start. We weren’t just lovesick idiots, we really were idiots. We were, and still are, throwing petrol on each other’s fire. After several months of playing wonderful, filthy, kinky games together Tess told me she wanted to take things deeper.
“Tarm?” She began and that was it, I was lost. She could be asking if I’d collect some shopping on the way home. Telling me she was making a cup of tea. Or explaining why she’d decapitated the 45th president of the United States. As soon as I hear “Tarm?” I fall into a reverie all my own. Tess told me she wanted to go deeper into submission. To submit further to my will. To experience a greater loss of control and increased humiliation. I think her exact words were “Tarm?”
“Yes, Tess.”
“You know I’ve always loved that fucked up shit. I want more. Please!” When it’s put so eloquently, what’s a chap to do?
I woke up earlier than usual, Sir was still in a deep sleep at my side. I slide out quietly to the kitchen and put on some coffee. As I sat there drinking my coffee while the sun came up I thought about our session last night and I felt myself get aroused. I couldn’t help it, my desire overwhelming me I went back into the bedroom
Standing there I watched him, knowing how stern he could be when I didn’t obey didn’t discourage me from wanting him. In fact it increased my desire for him.
I climbed onto the bed like a kitten and sat there thinking of how much I loved his cock and all the ways he used me with it. My heart pounded and I felt it was a risk, I slinked up closer to him and pulled back the blanket. I could feel my wetness increasing as I looked at him. He stirred for a second and I froze hoping that he wouldn’t open his eyes. Thankful that he didn’t I crawled closer and slowly peeled down his boxers. I lowered my face to his crotch and inhaled deeply, intoxicated by his scent. I didn’t want to waste anytime so I slide his cock into my mouth, enjoying the feel of the softness of his skin.
Authority was a tricky, but necessary component of life. Without authority, there could be no order. Without order, there could be no peace. That was the mantra that Erin Grant heard from her father since she was a child. Being an officer in the United States Marine Corp and an advocate of capable authority figures, he’d taught her and her three younger brothers the value of respecting authority.
However, as she grew into a beautiful young woman with a promising career in online marketing, Erin learned that most people didn’t appreciate authority. If anything, they went out of their way to fight it.
“Seriously, Brandy, you need to stand your ground on this. If Jay won’t set a deadline, you need to give him an ultimatum.”
“You have a short memory, Marla. My sister tried that with her now ex-fiancé last year. Weren’t you with her when she threw her suitcase out on the front lawn?”
“This is different! Jay is your co-worker, not your squeeze. You got to make clear that his authority ends where your duties begin.”
“Says the woman who’s been bossing around her boss for the past two years, which I’m sure shows up on every paycheck.”
Chained and Spanked Mother, by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 14
The months passed. Joan resisted her sons’ evil attacks only when it was too dangerous, but some dangers were too compelling to resist. The nightmare of that first time she hung in chains had never been repeated, but Robert and Tommy often used her cruelly. Many times, they simple fucked their mostly obedient mother, in whatever hole or holes they wanted at the time. They might even hug and kiss her. Such kindnesses never meant they would not stripe her ass with welts or smash her sensitive tissues with sharp clamps, the next time. Occasionally, when the car was available, they made her drive out to dark places where they would use and abuse her.
Joan wore a scarf around her head, to avoid being recognized, not that she knew anyone so low as to visit a nasty place like this. Robert and Tommy had told her the sex shop was known for it special goods. They made her escort them.
**The Neighborhood: Part 14**
**Note:** It’s been a while since we visited The Neighborhood. Hopefully there’s still some interest.
**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failnig marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and Colni decided to take advantage of her programming skills, among other things…
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**Chapter 30: What Janelle Knows, No One Knows**
A few days later, presumably with Stella well on her way to becoming a permanent fixture at Fenris, Colin headed up to his office for the morning when her was stopped by Natalie in the vestibule.
**Introduction**
*So you’ve decided to take your first step to become the best version of yourself. No, this isn’t a self-help book. It’s more of a guide to your own sexual awakening. If you follow these steps, you will feel happier and more confident. And, of course, you will be turning heads when you walk down the street.*
*Being a bimbo is not just changing how you dress and act. It is a frame of mind – one that will lead to your sexualization and ultimate happiness. It will not be easy. There will be times that you feel like you would be better off quitting and having a more traditional life. But as you continue, those will be fewer and far between. The only truly happy people – those completely content with their lives – have been bimbos.*
*This book is split into chapters, each of which represents a day in your training. Each day will build on the training and requirements from the previous one, adding an additional task or rule, or expanding on a previous one. In order to fully become a bimbo, you must follow these instructions DAILY and ON SCHEDULE. You must be obedient.*
Jane had always played the part of the good girl. She was extremely pretty and dressed conservatively – long dresses, knee length skirts, minimal natural makeup.
At twenty one years old, it was difficult to find another person who was a virgin by choice. In fact, as she stood at the bar of the club, looking over at her friends dancing and flirting, she thought about her past sexual experiences. The nice guys who never pushed her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
There was always something…missing from the guys she would typically date. Not that she was complaining. They always respected her and treated like she wanted to be treated. But there was never that spark, that singular moment that made her think *I need him to fuck me*.
As she had that that thought, another entered her mind. A darker thought. One about a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. And he would make her into his obedient slut.
Jane shook her head, realizing that she was biting her lip, staring off into space at the bar. And she made eye contact with a guy from across the room. He seemed normal. About mid twenties, with dirty blond hair. But there was something about his eyes – something that made her want…something.
You are kneeling in His Supremacy’s bedchambers. Well, one of His bedchambers. There are thousands of them, all through the Palace and scattered among the vast pleasure gardens.
It is morning now, and you have been kneeling all night. You were chosen to spend the night serving His Supremacy, which menas that you do not sleep. It means that you – alongside a guardian – spend the night kneeling.
Your back and knees ache, sometimes dull, other times biting, not just from kneeling all night, but because you had spent all of the prior day in His Sacred Presence. All who are in His Sacred Presence must bow down, though you are given permission to kneel when He sleeps. And you’ll spend all of today in His Sacred Presence, too, before finally being released to perform some other task tomorrow.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Him stir. Slowly, He rises from His bed. As He rises, you and the guardian bow down.
You see Him walk, naked – He hardly ever wears clothes – over to a cot alongside the wall. You can’t help but notice His massive cock, bulging forward, fully erect, as He walks.