Drone strikes kill too many innocents. In search of a more subtle weapon, the CIA creates a robotic device to capture females, pin them down, and rape them. But the robot that does the deed is an avatar for men far away who experience it almost as if they were there themselves.
This is a short story that I was asked to write for someone that wanted a detailed description of how I would give her a spanking that she would never forget.
Same as Night Stalker. I just tried to rewrite it to see if anybody likes it any better. Middle aged wife is home by herself on a hot summer night. A prowler has been watching her and decides tonight is the night. How does she handle it with children in the next room?
He thought it was just a formality, being viewed by her stepmother - he was told she'd need her permission to marry her, and he did what he was told as it was. Already a slave to his wife-to-be, his vision of a homely older woman soon evaporates - along with what little liberty he had left.
'John Smith' was the name he used in seeking the pleasures of feminine authority. Introduced to a female theatrical entrepreneur by a friend, he is in turn introduced to a group of women whose mutual thoughts have them seek the satisfaction he desires. Unknown to him, his anonymity makes him ideal for a little 'project', the latest in a line of sordid enactments which a haughty brunette so thoroughly enjoys, having our man subjected to an extreme he'd never dreamed of.
Bartholomew is treated to a balloon ride to hell, in the Victorian era. Dominated by Edna and her friends, he travels in submission to know a pleasure he could never have expected at the stately home of Marchioness Sarah Brampton-Smythe,not knowing immediately that another male travels too, a male whose destiny has already been decided by the women, a destiny which will have him, and all who witness it know the utmost pleasure in feminine dominance... a helpless Bartholomew witnessing it too.