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While I was still considering the implications of possibly never having anyone truly love me, Julie had other things on her mind.
My main Universe, which mainly occurs in Baltimore, MD contains the following stories which can crossover with each other: Read More…
The next day, Simon and I talked. He agreed to become my master and treat me as his slave. He made me try some of the woman clothes he had, but none of the bra fitted, and none of the dresses or pants. Simon finally decided to keep me naked at all times.
“I need to go the bathroom bitch. Lay on the floor.”
“Yes mistress”
I laid back on the floor as ordered by a very effective Emily. Just yesterday, she had been so submissive but apparently, she was able to switch role without any problems.
After my classes, I returned to my room, exhausted from my long day and well, my long week-end too.
Sadly, it wasn’t about to be over: not only was Kylie in the room, she was actually sitting on my bed, reading a book.
When I woke up, I was still spooning Tiffany, but Cassiopeia had taken Penelope’s place in the bed. I guess I didn’t hear either of them moving in the house.
I slept well enough to feel disoriented on my awakening. After only a few looks around, I remembered why I had a metal bar in my mouth, why I had a butt plug in my rectum, and why my hands and feet were restrained.
As mentioned in the past, Lucy was written out of anger after something that occurred to me at work. I wrote one chapter in one afternoon and left it pretty much as it is for years.
When he stood up, I grabbed him with one arm and untied my bathrobe with the other. Being in the state of unbalance, he fell on the bed, lying on his back. I stood up, let the bathrobe fall of the floor, and threw myself naked at him.
“Let’s assume that everything you said it true. I am indeed in the future and there are 4 other copies of me. Can I meet them ? Can they confirm you are not a raving maniac ? ”
The afternoon and the evening had been perfect in everyway. Being “used” sexually by Richard before supper felt amazingly great and the supper itself had been surprisingly been exciting, especially since both Candy and I still had tomato sauce dried on our nude body.
Later that Saturday, when we were finally alone without kids, I repeated my earlier conversation with my daughter to my wife and girlfriend.
Within seconds, Julie had locked lips with mine. It was the first time since I had changed that I would have one on one time with someone sexually and I was glad it would be with Julie.
And so we enter 2011. As I am writing these lines, I just programmed chapter 23 of Susanna, the chapter that was published yesterday as of the time of publication of this blog. Chapter 24 will be programmed shortly, but the next few chapters aren’t written yet until we approach the next major story chapter.
I woke up late in the morning, not having slept for a while. I checked the sutures once more, and it felt really weird.
The next morning, Patrick decided to punish Emily some more by forcing her to stop playing her fantasy during the day.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
From the outside, the little houses looked desperately tiny. At first, I had imagined a couple living in each of the metal containers and found them terribly inadequate.
Master Harry returned with a few objects in his hands, which he one by one, set either on the floor, or on one of the rings.