Femdom

PART FIVE

Sue was starting to get scared now but knew she had to do this and have the photos destroyed. The last thing she wanted was being humiliated and degraded on the web and everyone she knew seeing her exposed in bdsm scenarios.

She followed this woman, Madam Kathy, into the hallway and closed the door behind her. She instantly decided to do whatever this scary monster of a woman wanted and get out as fast as possible, she just wanted to get her life back to normal.

Part Three

John had just finished a cold beer, his fifth of the night and was contemplating one more before bed time. He was thoroughly fed up living on his own, it had been over 4 years since his divorce. The only thing that kept him going was his lifelong interest in BDSM which he had enjoyed with his ex wife, visiting clubs all over the country. He had made many friends through his club visits but had not had much luck in securing a 24/7 slave which was his long term aim. However, at the age of 68, time seemed to be slipping away.

When my Owner opened the cage I could see in his eyes that this was going to be an unusual day. I stepped out quickly, knelt before him and kissed his shoes. He allowed me to kiss his right foot for a minute then pushed the left one forward

A minute later he pulled back.

“Attention!”

Immediately I knelt up, spread my knees wide and grabbed my hands behind my head. When I looked up at him expectantly, I saw him smile.

“I guess you are well-trained now, Susie.”

I checked in with the staff when I arrived in the dormitory.  Most of our
pets were sleeping, including my favourite.  Several were writhing in
their restraints as they were stimulated according to their training
schedule.  My favourite was finishing her second two hour sleep cycle.

`Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like
this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked
in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm
me.
   I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting
rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a
presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather
clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long

I'm rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in
America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's
just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..

           I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep
around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very,
very rich.

Chapter Nine

Wendy awoke slowly.

As her eyes focused, she blinked. Where am I? She asked herself. Wherever it was, it certainly wasn't in Jimmy's room at the frat house. Then Wendy's eyes came to rest on the sleeping figure beside her and all of her questions were answered.

It's Monday morning, she told herself. In a couple of hours somebody's going to drive me back to campus. (Her first class of the week didn't meet until one in the afternoon on Monday, so she would have no difficulty getting there on time.) Damn, but this has been a weird weekend.

Chapter Eight

Once her arms were released, Wendy sat up and stretched to ease the tightness in her shoulders. As she looked toward the rest of the room, she noticed the young man who'd given her the ride locked in the torrid embrace with a young Chinese girl. One of his hands was clutching her full tit and the other was massaging her cunt, while she was stroking off his stiff cock. Near them, a middle-aged man was sucking the tit of an older woman as they caressed each other's groin.

Chapter Seven

Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.

Chapter Six

Carl surveyed the narrow gap between the trees as he sat, the engine of the van idling, on the shoulder of a secondary road. It was obvious that the trail wasn't often used, but it was also plain that other vehicles had been over the ground in recent months, if not weeks. Furthermore, he had seen no sign of life along the road for at least fifteen miles, had passed no cars nor been passed by any. Whistling, he put the van in gear and turned the wheel.