A Story in DB_Story's Sequels Universe
Based on a Usenet story from 2002, this is a very different offering from my usual fare, and do mind all the codes here because I mean every one of them! A man purchases a robot programmed for BDSM, and gets everything he ordered '" and more! This is written as a parallel story to the original, as told from the robot's POV. See Author's Note introduction for more details, including links to the original story posting that inspired this one.
Choose Your Own Synopsis:
Black Flag: (least spoilers/you want the darkest ride): Libby's life as a small-town librarian is brought to an end the night two monsters masquerading as men drag her through a portal into Hell. Subjected to public humiliation and ritualized depravity beyond comprehension, Libby clings to one certainty: none of this is random cruelty. What purpose does it, and will she, ultimately serve in this terrible new world? Red Flag blurb is in the Preface.
Kerry was not long out of school and wanted to put her fertility days behind her and start her new job as a respectful nanny and housekeeper, only everything takes an unexpected turn.
Remember the virtual world on Caprica in the BSG prequel? Of course you don’t. Few saw it. But a compelling virtual world existed where anything was possible, including life, death, pain and pleasure. It was all too real. But it was meant to be so much better.
A mild D/s science fiction story that will contain poly later on. Story will be continued quickly if there is demand. Add'l codes to be added with later chapters. Author is writing a very long continuing serial under a different name.
Elena, a desperate 24-year-old, lands a secretary job by surrendering on her knees during the interview. Mr. Voss, her married boss, turns her into his personal office slut: daily throat-fucks, creampies, plugs, vibrators, public risks, and breeding fantasies. As Sophia grows suspicious, the danger only fuels hotter, filthier submission—until Elena is utterly owned, addicted, and craving more.
A lactating executive assistant secretly cams from her glass-walled cubicle, breasts leaking uncontrollably while viewers command her vibrator and dares. As her boss sips her hidden cream and colleagues hover inches away, every squirt, spray, and near-caught moan pushes her deeper into filthy, trembling submission.
I wrote Mom's Enema in 2 days. Afterwards, I couldn't stop wondering how things got to that point in Jessica's life. So I wrote a standalone story of how Jessica and her husband Jim originally became the submissives of the new neighbors who had just purchased the home next door. There is still a lot to tell about how things progressed from newbie to well-trained. Maybe even enough for a 3rd story. We'll see. / (Reviews)