“The Beginning
Mark and Elena's arrangement was supposed to be the gold standard of roommate professionalism. They shared a kitchen, a hallway, and a landlord, but their private lives remained locked behind heavy bedroom doors. They were strangers who simply shared a roof. They were polite, distant, and intensely functional.
Then the weekend nights started.
Through the thin drywall, Elena began to hear things. It was not just the typical muffled thuds of a college hookup, but the distinct, heavy clinking of metal. She heard chains rattling. She heard the unmistakable, sharp intake of Chloe's breath, followed by low, helpless moans. In the mornings, Elena would sit at the kitchen island, staring at the red, raw imprints encircling both of their wrists over morning coffee. She could only guess at what happened behind Mark's door, and the guesswork was turning into a torturous, obsessive itch.
The Tuesday lab was her window. The moment Mark's sedan pulled out of the... ” (5,129 words)

“2: Believer
Brett: 1hr
me: kk
One Month Later
"What a fuckin' mess."
Listen, I'm not exactly proud of how we met. I mean, I should probably be in fuckin' jail for what I did. Instead Brett says "want to do it again some time?" Swear to God!
Thing is, though, I wasn't lying when I said I'm not gay. Don't get me wrong, Brett isn't a bad looking lad. Bit too pretty, maybe. Probably uses, like, moisturiser and shit. But I just don't swing that way. But he says there's no hard feelings, and he says could I maybe do him a favour?
He gave me these two keys - one's to his front door, and the other's for this box that has all the keys for his handcuffs and padlocks and that. Said he didn't like how easy it was for him to escape. Careful what you wish for, right? So now, before he ties himself up, he messages me with how long until he wants to get let out.
Sometimes I leave him a bit longer. I've got my own shit going on, you know?
And now I find him lying on... ” (3,013 words)

“1: Daydreamer
"Now then… Not a bird after all, eh?"
I don't recognise his voice. Or maybe… I dunno. He sounds drunk. I can't see with the blindfold, but would I even recognise him if I saw his face?
"You really did all this to yourself, didn't you, you little perv."
He really knows how to push my buttons, whoever he is. I should be scared. This stranger just broke into my house! Why aren't I more scared? Instead, I feel embarrassed; I really did do this to myself. I feel ashamed; I really am a pervert. It's all so… God, why is it so arousing!
"Hello there, little fella," I feel his finger tap my vibrating penis, ever so lightly. I almost orgasm on the spot. I hear a quiet chuckle, "sorry mate, you want to cum, you'll have to earn it first." My heart sinks. The vibrator stops.
He pushes his fingers under the straps of my gag, and pulls the pink rubber ball from my mouth, trailing saliva down my chin. I want to say something, I SHOULD say... ” (2,907 words)

“Ever since I was little, I have been coming to Aunt Sally's farm every summer. I loved seeing the livestock out in the fields, the crops growing, and hearing the sounds of nature all around. It was certainly different from living in the city, with all of the noise and lack of green spaces.
Aunt Sally is my Mum's sister, or so I believed. I just assumed that because I called her my auntie that she was related, though that was never really made clear to me. And I didn't consider it strange that when my mother stayed at the farmhouse, they would share the same bed. They were sisters after all, and they were very close with each other during the day. I would often see them kiss and cuddle, which seemed like a natural expression of their affection.
Later on in my life, as a teenager, I started to notice the changes that had been made to the farm. A new, large, very long barn had been erected close to the house. My Aunt had told me that it was built to house some livestock that... ” (15,348 words)

“37: The Convent of Sins I
Lance kicked in the door to his old home. His hotel was just a dusty ruin. A victim of vandalism and nature. He had expected nothing less. Leon City was a shithole, and the way it treated his property was proof enough. He hoped that at least the inside of the hotel was still untouched.
“Sir, we need to hurry,” said one of his men who had freed him from the prison.
“Yeah … I know … I just need to get my wife,” Lance muttered, stepping through the rubble in the lobby.
He opened a secret passage next to the registration desk and disappeared inside the hotel. His companion shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Ten minutes,” he said curtly as the secret door closed behind his boss.
Lance let his hand wander over the old machines. His inventions. His traps that had brought his wife and him so much joy and, above all, money.
“Wasted,” he muttered as he walked... ” (13,065 words)

“The air inside the private development bay of Halcyon BioTech always smelled faintly of burnt ozone and industrial solvent, a sterile baseline that you had spent three years breathing alongside Dr. Marcus Chen. To the rest of the facility, the two of you were an eccentric, highly insular unit—you, the twenty-four-year-old prodigy who had accelerated through a molecular engineering PhD only to realize you were entirely unequipped for the social friction of the ordinary world; Marcus, the senior mentor whose casual brilliance and validating nods were the only currency that truly mattered to your intellectual arrogance. Together, you had birthed the fluid.
It rested in a reinforced containment cylinder on the primary workstation: a dark, highly viscous substance that looked less like science and more like a heavy, glossy ink. It was an ocean of self-assembling programmable nanomachines. You had spent thousands of hours watching those microscopic assets rewrite reality under the... ” (11,750 words)

“Chapter 7
The Monday morning after her second shoot, Kat woke up normally but in contrast to normal Foxy also left the bed.
“Morning Foxy. Something planned today?”
“Nope, just wanted to have some fun before you go to work.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Well, how does your tail feel? You have been wearing the same plug for over a week now and you should be used to the size by now, right?”
“Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore other than a strong stretch when putting it in, why?”
“I was thinking, as I know you, you don't want your ass to be so stretched that you can't keep it shut yourself right, but you are still interested in some of the things I do for fun, right?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I have a solution, if you want to try.”
“But I have to go to work in an hour? What do you have planned?”
“Go to the bathroom and prepare like you... ” (4,837 words)

“Continues from part 1
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Marcie and JJ begin their descent into the world of Box M Ranch
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, Marcie and JJ begin to understand what might be ahead for them at Box M.
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WARNING! All of my writing... ” (2,631 words)