The Fet Library

Caroline Barron was an impressive, majestic woman.  At 6’1” and 1175 lbs with long red hair, she commanded any room she was in.  It was a good thing, too, because as a mother forced to raise a son on her own, it helped reinforce her authority.  Raising Doug was always going to be a challenge, the more so since he had a lot of his father in him.  He, too, was tall and athletic, and girls swooned over him.

My philosophy of marriage is that you have to make it quite clear who is the boss, and it has to be made clear to a wife what her role and position is. Which is of course that she does exactly what her husband wants, immediately and at all times. Her role is to serve her husband and master, to minister to his needs, to do her utmost to ensure her master’s happiness. I realise of course that this is out of tune with modern thinking in some quarters but then we all agree that a lot of modern life has gone off the rails. This, in my opinion, is a major cause. Feminism, so-called equality.

Chapter One: Thursday

It was the realisation of, if not a dream, at least a dark fantasy. I was on the train down to London to start my new life as a slave of a woman in her forties. In the contacts which we had had, by phone and computer, she had promised me a life of 24 / 7 captivity as a slave, and that I would only be released when she got bored of me. 

Chapter 1: Bad Brake

Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Evie awoke with a groan on the hard cement floor.  She fought back a wave of nausea as she tried to recall what happened last night.  

Don Corneo, the crime lord of Wall Market, stared incredulously at the trio in front of him. Per the usual custom, his men had gathered and presented to him a selection of beautiful girls. He would typically pick out one or two for himself to take as his ‘bride’ for the night, and give the others over to the men to play with and enjoy. That’s how it worked in theory anyway.

Only this time, there was a problem.

Two of the three girls in front of him on display were indeed quite attractive. The third not so much.

It was a hot day in July. I was bored. My parents were at work, and there was nothing on the television. I mean, there was nothing. This was back when there were still only three channels in Britain, and on BBC2 at that time it was a test card of a girl holding chalk in front of a blackboard. It was too hot to concentrate on reading. I would have loved to have gone to the beach – if I didn’t live in the middle of England.

Anna was in darkness. She always woke up into darkness. It was the result of the black rubber hood which she wore over her head. Apart from having it briefly removed, each day, so that her face could be washed, she had worn it ever since she had been captured… was it weeks ago? Anna was beginning to lose track of time. It was hard to keep track of time when you were in darkness nearly all the time.