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The Arrival:

A long, white sheriff’s van, with the initials I.F.D. stenciled on the door pulled into the razor wired compound at the rear of the International Federation of Dominants court house. Two prison guards slid the gate closed behind the van, before walking purposefully over to the driver’s side window. The taller of the two guards, a buxom blonde woman glanced through the caged window as she did so, and gave a small, satisfied smirk. She adjusted her tight fitting blue shirt, ran her fingers though her braided blond hair, and smoothed her tight black leather skirt. She did not know why, but five years later, the woman in the van still made her fidgety. (more…)

“When did you first know you were submissive?”

Baby girl shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She hated these questions. She was a child of the 60s—the decade that changed the world. For women, life was filled with heretofore unimagined opportunity. Baby girl was raised on these dreams. Never once did she doubt that her life would be anything less than everything she wanted. She had prepared and planned for that life. Training, dedication, and raw intellect had molded her into a person of reason, a scientist with a promising career. Professionally, she was advancing understanding of the natural world. Now she was faced with the question that forced her to admit that for years she had no clue as to her own nature. It was almost an admission of failure. Almost. (more…)

“Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.”

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“This is just another example of why I hate being a teacher,” Ms. Thompson said to herself, as she started her car and pulled out of her driveway. “Kids these days have no respect for authority as it is. Now they are going to make me chaperone the Halloween party and require me to wear a stupid costume!” She looked down at the costume she had picked out. It was a nun’s habit and she carried a teacher’s pointer, completing the ensemble. “This should be authoritarian enough to make sure the little devils continue to respect me!” she thought, as her mouth tightened and pinched together. No one could have guessed that she was attempting to grin. (more…)

Suzanne never really considered herself to be a clock-watcher, but this day was dragging like none other. 4:50PM. It had been the sort of day filled with mindless repetitive tasks, and there was no helping it. She had almost prayed that someone, somewhere, would have any kind of corporate emergency just to give the lagging time a little kick in the behind. But it never happened. 4:52. 4:53. Absently, she checked her email again. Nope. Nothing new in the last five minutes. She kept the program up and absently clicked the refresh button over and over again. Nothing. 4:54. click. click. oooh! A new message! Nope. HR just sending out another reminder about medical claim reimbursement forms being due before the holiday weekend. 4:55. She looked up from her computer and listened to her boss in the next room. She was on a telephone call, and it sounded like it would be a long one. Suzanna couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to take the opportunity to slip out just a few minutes early. (more…)

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This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

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