Slavery

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn't help but feel sad that I wouldn't have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn't believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real.

The Stage

Katrin erzählt dem Reporter weiter ihren Weg.

Sie dient dabei der Familie des Piercer, diese erzieht sie zur Hündin und hält sie als persönliche Putzfrau.

Auch ihren ersten Gangbang Pornofilm darf sie drehen!

Tuesday, March 11

Mistress

I am so sorry that I have not written to you recently.  Much of the end of last week I was either at Miss Beatrice's home or at Patricia's offices, and I could not get to write to you, and I so wanted to, particularly over the weekend. Please forgive me Mistress. Yesterday I was with Miss Beatrice at a Supplier's offices.

Wednesday Feb 26

Angel,

Monday Feb 24

Mistress

I am at work and I have only just seen your mail.  I'm sorry, I just didn't get chance to log in again on Friday.  I have my bag packed for my trip.  Miss Hannah and Miss Jo packed it for me.  I am dressed in one of Donna's shortened skirts and I have another in my bag, and I have a shirt on and two others in my bag, but on all of the shirts Miss Jo had me sew up the top two buttonholes.

A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’.

A not so innocent girl experiences a long, slow loss of humanity.

Part One

Zara had no idea what she was getting into. She had agreed to go out with Bret only because her agent had asked her.

Zara was your typical straving actress desperate to get ahead in Hollywood, and desperately in need of that elusive first break. She had to literally wrestle with Bret, just to get him to stop kissing her. Another casting couch affair, Zara muttered to herself.

At least Bret was a different producer than most: he called her a cab and gave her fare to get home.

Chapter One

When I met Shannon Brien I was twenty-three, had just gotten my M.S., and was teaching in a community college while I worked on my Ph.D. Shannon was in a College Algebra class I taught in my first Spring semester, and I noticed her as soon as I entered the room.  I had broken up with my graduate-school girlfriend some time earlier, so I was very vulnerable to Shannon's very obvious charms; so vulnerable, in fact, that my cock actually stiffened slightly when I saw her in the front row.