Posts Tagged ‘reluctant’
Miss Amy – M.B.A.
I met Amy in business school. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all. The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite slender and feminine. Everything about Amy was feminine. By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow. She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose. Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair. It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless. She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on. Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs. Amy had a snappy personality. I wouldn't say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn't quiet either. Her views on business weren't exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid. Her comments were usually well measured. She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of [...]
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself...as if to say; "Gotcha! Having fun?" That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view. "It seems like some here weren't sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model." As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who's eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush. "I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would." I replied. The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise [...]
Torture Weekend
Chapter 1 – Lesson One She arrived with her two daughters. She was taking them for a weekend excursion into the country. She had some idea of what to expect, but her two daughters did not. They were all dressed as directed by master. He wanted them to be very plain, but feminine. Looped earrings since they all had pierced ears was the only jewelry they were allowed. They all looked like school girls. A plain white button down blouse and a decorative skirt. They were told to be womanly and wear suitable underwear. They were to wear running shoes but no socks. Basically comfortable apparel. Master was delighted when they arrived. He questioned them if they knew the rules: He was master, they were to always do as he directed. They were not to speak unless master gave them permission. Mater owned them, they did not own anything. Everything they have belongs to master. They were not to look at master unless he gave them permission. They were not to talk to each other unless master gave them permission. They were to help master if he requested it, even if they disliked what it was master wanted them to do. They all agreed with master, though he saw some resentment in the face of the youngest daughter. Master told them all to enter his house and to sit at his kitchen table. They were all to read out load a contract that they were all to sign. First mother then each daughter. Mother was to also sign each daughter’s contract giving [...]
ZERO – the training of a slave
CHAPTER ONE Introduction to Slavery The girl woke with a start. She could not see a thing and realised that she was wearing a blindfold. She tried to take it off and found that it was locked in place. She realized that the blindfold was the only item of clothing that she had on. She was totally naked. She was beginning to panic. No one had seen her naked body besides her Doctor since she was a little girl. Where was she? She tried to stand up and quickly realized that she could not. There was only 4 feet of head room. As she tried to explore she realized that she was in a cage that was 4 feet in every direction. As she put her hands between the bars of her cage she realized that the cage must be suspended in midair as she could not feel a floor beneath the cage, nor any solid walls. She felt the cage rock as she moved. She tried to think. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was celebrating her 18th birthday with her boyfriend Stan McManus. Stan was handsome, rich and handsome, the star quarterback on the football team and guard on the basketball team. She loved to watch Stan play basketball when seeing his well muscled frame brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She loved Stan, and he loved her, enough that he even joined her in taking a vow of chastity until marriage. She felt it was important to save herself for their wedding night and Stan, rich handsome Stan, went along with her on this, as he did on so many other things. Of course she was [...]