CHAPTER FIVE

A submissive's identity is taken away by verbal and physical training techniques.

Part Five: The Masked Intruder
 

I stood in the hall closet, sweating profusely from nervousness, wondering just how I had gotten myself into this mess.  Covering my face was a ski mask (in May), and I was holding a pair of handcuffs and a ball-gag.  I glanced at my watch, hoping that Connie would return home soon.  So that we could get this fantasy of hers started.

It all began two weeks ago…

"Denise, I'm leaving now," Tom told the jumbled mass of 
covers piled on the bed.  "I've left my number on the 
refrigerator door and I've left April the car keys and a 
list of instructions for your care."

Tom heard a muffled response from underneath the covers.  
He began to pull back the covers and unearthed a very 
unkempt face beneath.  

Cheryl was what you’d call ‘Strictly Business’ and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay’s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation.  She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously.

I stared at it. For a Halloween party? I had a funny feeling that it
wasn't.

"What are you looking at?" I almost jumped--I hadn't heard Maria come
into the room.

I stammered. "I.. I was looking for..."

She grinned. "Found something you wish you hadn't?" I felt relieved--at
least she wasn't mad, finding me in her dresser drawer. But I was still
embarrassed. "Never know what you'll find when you go snooping," she
continued, still smiling.

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

Joan Myers had been hired to manage the non-legal end of the Black, Bergman & Buchanan law firm. She had a definite, and highly developed, dominant frame of mind and to suggest that she was bi-sexual didn‘t really tell the whole story -- she was just plain sexual no matter how it came to her.