M/f

Chapter 3

   The slave jumped to her feet to lessen the considerable pain I was
causing to her tender nipples. I let go of her when she was standing, and
assessed the marks I had earlier made on her breasts. On each breast there
were three bright red lines, one of which crossed the nipple, but no broken
skin - just what I had intended.

                              Chapter 2

   I left the slave waiting on her knees for an hour. I wanted to build
her anticipation for what was coming next, and let her continue practicing
the patience she had demonstrated in the waiting room.

Dan was in for a lousy weekend.  He sat in the living room on the second
story of a house his friends and he rented half of.  On the lower floor
was a fairly large hispanic family that rarely, if ever, spoke with them. 
The house had been modified... the single door connecting the lower floor
to the staircase to the upper floor had been sealed, making each floor a
seperate apartment.  The only real connection remaining between the two
floors was the common basement, to which both floors had access.

Chapter 1

 By Speech Master

I am dabbing my leaking sex with yet another tissue. To be honest, I go through 1-2 boxes per day. Otherwise, I would soak the expensive leather chair with a dripping puddle. I have to be careful when drying myself, though, because I have a hair-trigger clit. One touch would set me off into the most intense and desperately needed orgasm in the history of womankind. But an orgasm now would cost me millions of dollars. My Owner has teased me without release for over two months. If I can clear my head for a few minutes, I should explain.

He was a busy man. He didn't like having to micromanage his staff and, especially, his sub, Darcy. He acknowledged that she was very young, naive in some regards, and free-spirited; a good girl in most cases, but every so often became ornery and acted out when she felt neglected. Again, he was a busy man. But his schedule was going to soon allow more breathing room. And after an incident where Darcy thoroughly embarrassed herself and him, he felt their relationship was in need of some restructuring.

Every Sunday, my Master inspects me before we go to church to make sure that I am suitably prepared. As a Catholic, he has taught me about the seven cardinal sins - of which two my Master and I are especially prone to: wrath and lust. But he also taught me that Masters and slaves have different paths to avoid sin, each depending on the other. An important lesson that he teaches me more about... every Sunday.

Sitting at my desk, toiling away at college homework, trying to figure out why the numbers are not coming up right, I sigh in frustration. Totally absorbed in my work, I don’t notice that You have come up behind me. I look up at the blank wall as though the answer might magically be written and run my hand through my hair, tugging at the knots and thinking I should really get my hair cut. You like seeing me like this, so concentrating, so exacting, that I don’t even notice you’re in the room.

The story of a beautiful powerful woman who is forced to give it all up to be owned by a a man whom she cant resist.

Introduction

If our government has been outstanding for something through history, that is for sure it’s exceptional capability in finding whom to blame:  On which group to focus the population’s rage for their own misdeeds.

The fact would be rather trivial if not cause they use to carry it out in such a superb way that the citizen really believe that all their problems were de facto related to and caused by that designed group, acting in consequence.