Casey is a girl in search of a future in modeling. But by a strange series of events she is offered the role of bondage / sex slave for a strange group of people in Nevada. There she is trained for a new career, The training is harsh but tolerable. She is pushed to her limits in every regard. Her day starts with exercise in pony-girl bondage. It only gets more extreme from there. Why does she do this? Greed!

I had only just met this girl in the college library twenty minutes before, and here I was with my hand up under her skirt beneath the long table where we sat side by side pretending to study. There weren't a hell of a lot of people around, thank god, but there were some, and the way she was squirming around and kind of moaning and whimpering under her breath had me kind of worried. But not enough to stop what I was doing with my hand between her soft smooth thighs. I leaned over so I could talk into her ear. "Want to come to my dorm?" I whispered.

Lauren slapped her alarm clock off, still groggy after a night of bad sleep.  She had dreamt all night about her coming spanking; they had not been good dreams.  She was a little embarrassed to realize that she had, in her sleep, rolled over onto her stomach and pushed her pillows down under her pelvis as though she was getting into a spanking position.  Her nightshirt had drifted up leaving her butt exposed to the cool morning air.  It really wasn’t any wonder, she supposed, considering that last night was the first time she had ever gone to sleep knowing without any do

Part 9

Telling her to clasp her hands behind her head and face the camera the manager continued taking pictures. She then told Margaret to bend over facing away from the camera with her hands on her knees. 

It begins with a rumor. More than that. It's gossip.
Juicy gossip. A true story of how an administrative
specialist may be fired, with plenty of details that
violate the university's privacy policy. Karen knows
about it because the whistleblower came to her -- both
before and after reporting the thing to Human Resources,
which has called a disciplinary hearing. Now she's
telling Miriam. It's the normal passing of confidential
information in organizations.

If I'd been in a good mood when I got on the plane nothing would have
happened. But I'd had a bad day, and my period was starting, so I was in a
black mood. I'd upgraded to first-class and had hoped to wind up sitting
alone. But it wasn't my lucky day. A pert, perky little blonde sat down
next to me. She'd obviously just come from someplace warm because she was
nicely tanned and was wearing a sundress and sandals. I turned slightly and
stared out the window, hoping she'd get the message.