Part 2

    I was lying in my cage when Lisa entered my room and turned the light
on.  The sudden light hurt my eyes and I had to blink rapidly to get used to it. 

Part Three

The oh, so familiar contentment as he takes the time to study his latest source of amusement.  His years of dominance, of total control in virtually every single one of his relationships and still he finds the young, attractive girls so very much like her seem to be replenished every year or so to fit his needs.  Stepping around the modified chair, her naked body bound like so many of the others, practically to the brink of but not quite to dislocations, his expertise in female bondage speaks for itself.

Diary of a Pain Slut - Week Two

Maddi's Diary, Day Four, Monday

I got out of the looney bin this morning.  Dr.  B said that I was "not a danger to myself or society," whatever that means.  I still have to complete the full evaluation, however, or the police will recommend that I be put on the state sexual offender list.  I can't believe that.  Just because I was naked in public they want to lump me in with perverts who prey on little children.

The story of the abduction and rape of Tiffany one night from her apartment.

Chapter Seven

  It was a bizarre, schizophrenic existence, being a sorority slave. During the day I would attend classes just like the other girls, and be required to use my mind and brains, to think clearly and question things. I would be dressed more or less normally - on the outside. But I wore always the chains of slavery around my ankles and wrists. And usually, another around my waist and between my legs - pinning in twin dildos or vibrators.

Part VI

  She made it across the lawn and into the house with 
out being noticed by anyone.  She quickly walked through 
the busy kitchen and, not seeing her mother anywhere, 
darted into the kitchen stairwell.  She crept up the 
kitchen stairs to the second floor, thankful that no one 
was using it at the moment.

"hole Control" - Part 1

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hole is becoming perfect... more and more the ideal possession with every passing second.

She is a slave under my care... a fully-owned piece of property... pain-trained, obedient, and anxiously eager to please.  To her frequent dismay, however, I am often only pleased by having her perform for Me... humiliating, perversely degrading acts of extreme depravity for my decadent, twisted pleasure.