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Academy Ch. 01 page 1'/><category term='The Vortex 3'/><category term='The Voice'/><category term='Yes Please'/><category term='The View'/><category term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 3'/><category term='Yes Please 1'/><category term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 4'/><title type='text'>All  BDSM Sex Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Funny Jokes 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Geneva said with her face glistening from Mistress's juices."Now slave, you may use the rocker. The handle in front is for more powerful thrusts. You may now come without permission, and if you even try and sneak one past me I'll guarantee you never see the arousal table.""Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Geneva said almost leaping to her feet anxious to try the rocker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4002909758929945766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4002909758929945766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4002909758929945766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6698975490540266902</id><published>2010-02-15T10:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:43:41.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Ann was grinding and moaning. She squirmed as Andre held her down, and she ground her hips upwards at him. Why didn't he fuck her?Andre eased the head of his cock into her and she cried out her pleasure. As he slid his length into her sopping wet pussy she began her first climax shaking under him. He released her hands and she quickly wrapped them around his hips digging her nails into him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6698975490540266902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6698975490540266902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6698975490540266902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1414369710771693607</id><published>2010-02-15T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:42:50.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Diane sucked in a breath at the pleasure she was feeling. She almost moaned in pure joy as Master Thomas examined her."As I recall, you've been shown as an initial pass in sleep training." Thomas said conversationally."Yes Master." Diane said. Thomas was the one who had shown her as a pass."Very well. You are to attend me tonight. After your chores are complete, you are to report to me prepared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1414369710771693607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1414369710771693607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1414369710771693607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5411517936575092445</id><published>2010-02-15T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:42:01.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 10: Study And Understanding.The morning started and Devon told Jeannette to use the restroom on this floor, let the girls know it's allowed for morning routine.At Breakfast Devon dove right in. "Ann, we were talking last night, and we decided it was time to start living up to our slaves expectations, and so we're making a few small changes.""Oh? They overdressed?" Ann asked smiling sweetly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5411517936575092445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5411517936575092445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5411517936575092445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-10-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 10 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-341770574352036899</id><published>2010-02-15T10:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:33:24.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"We're discussing those we're responsible for. I'm very happy about Diane's progress. I was aware of Geneva's difficulty. I'm happy that Jeannette is happy. What's wrong with that?" Devon asked.Ann walked up the stairs without comment. Devon issued some instructions to Thomas for the morning and then he went upstairs himself. He found Ann waiting hallway upstairs. She stood with her weight on her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/341770574352036899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/341770574352036899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/341770574352036899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8412005000805334159</id><published>2010-02-15T10:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:34:07.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 4</title><summary type='text'>Rebecca set it down and walked out closing the door behind her. Ann looked at it and walked to it. The belt buzzed and caused her to swear and jump. Damn it get the belt off first. She found that the belt was wet from her own juices, and she was horny as hell.The monkey rocker was a variation of the syban design. She saw that the seat, well it was more designed to be cheek support than a true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8412005000805334159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8412005000805334159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8412005000805334159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3647326293708627388</id><published>2010-02-15T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:33:38.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Jeannette said. "Mistress, it hurts for a day or two at the most. Shaving causes bumps and other annoyances, waxing is painful every damn time. I'll take a bad sunburn for a couple days over the feeling of having hair ripped out of me every week.""The rings she's interested in?" Ann asked."She and I would like nipple rings, she would also like a clit ring, and we've discussed labial rings." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3647326293708627388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3647326293708627388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3647326293708627388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3262136632238292844</id><published>2010-02-15T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:33:18.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 09: The Learning CurveDevon arrived upstairs after seeing Sheriff Mitchell and Robertson the County Attorney to the door. Ann's door was open so he stuck his head around the corner and saw her standing before a mirror examining her appearance as a Dominatrix for tonight's venture to the BDSM Clubs in New York."I'll only be a few minutes, I apologize for the late start." Devon said."How did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3262136632238292844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3262136632238292844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3262136632238292844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-09-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 09 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-930629633533380714</id><published>2010-02-15T10:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:15:35.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"Yes Sheriff, we currently have two trainee's. Members of our staff who are working to become fully qualified. I'm just starting my apprenticeship as a Trainer, so my file is not yet started." Ann answered. Devon had told her that this line, call them staff and trainee's in lieu of slaves was the best one."You were quite adamant that Devon and the rest of them here had to be violating the law, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/930629633533380714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/930629633533380714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/930629633533380714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5121388722649058047</id><published>2010-02-15T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:15:04.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Ann parked in the back, where common sense said staff was supposed to park. She carried her first suitcase upstairs and was coming back down for another one when she saw all three slaves lined up and waiting next to her car. "It's OK I can get it." Ann said automatically.Jeannette stepped forward and said. "Mistress, may I speak with you?"Ann frowned and nodded and took a couple steps away. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5121388722649058047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5121388722649058047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5121388722649058047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3097918438307055937</id><published>2010-02-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:14:44.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 08: Conforming to the LifestyleWaking in the morning, Jeannette got her instructions and left to carry them out. She took the shoes that Master ordered her to wear, and she carried them to the slave training area, and set them down as she turned the lights on. First releasing Geneva from her chains she smiled and said. "Good news Geneva, Master is pleased with you.Master Devon told me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3097918438307055937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3097918438307055937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3097918438307055937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1643923987023997801</id><published>2010-02-15T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:09:19.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 07: Recruiting the Apprentice TrainerAnn parked her car in front of the house of perversion, and got out of the car. She was slightly surprised that Jeannette, the ever present lead slave wasn't waiting for her. Ann shrugged, perhaps she's tied up somewhere, and then realizing that could be literally true here at the Vassal Academy she groaned. Getting used to this place hadn't been on her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1643923987023997801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1643923987023997801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1643923987023997801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1853761821782783830</id><published>2010-02-15T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:10:18.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Ann didn't know much about seeking a feeling of humiliation, but she did know about drug users. They taught her at the academy, that you build a tolerance to drugs, and needed a larger dose to get the same feeling. Ok, but was the feeling of humiliation the same? Why wouldn't it be about the same? So they were working on getting Geneva accustomed to a more stable sense of her slave identity, her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1853761821782783830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1853761821782783830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1853761821782783830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5913991926114079662</id><published>2010-02-15T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:09:42.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Jeannette walked to the nearest one and stepped in. She clapped her hands and nodded at the small red light. She whispered softly. "Testing." The light stayed out. She said slightly louder. "Testing." The light came on. She turned to Ann. "As long as you whisper, you win. Good luck Miss."Ann was pulling her T-shirt over her head and glared at Jeannette as she set it down. She pushed the button on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5913991926114079662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5913991926114079662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5913991926114079662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-07-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 07 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8029305033212190892</id><published>2010-02-15T10:02:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:05:55.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"Oh Miss, this feels so good. Oh thank you." Geneva said as she ground her hips into her hands. "Please miss, may I pinch my nipples?"Ann rolled her eyes and said. "Of course."When Ann had gotten her eyes under control and stopped looking at her hair growing she saw Devon, he wasn't watching Geneva, he was watching her. Turning her gaze from him she was again looking at Geneva who was squirming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8029305033212190892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8029305033212190892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8029305033212190892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6359834554467090101</id><published>2010-02-15T10:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:05:24.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Of course it's going to be you, can't wake the masters.""They get the next two nights. No one gets the duty straight through." Jeannette said. "We share burdens here. You'd see that if you'd open your eyes and shut down that women's lib bullshit.""It's not bullshit, it's equality." Ann said. "No it's bullshit. It's a lie. It says I should be able to do what I want, but when I want to do this, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6359834554467090101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6359834554467090101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6359834554467090101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7585959020741115111</id><published>2010-02-15T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:05:02.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 06: ExplorationThomas and Diane had gone to New York to empty out Diane's apartment. She was boxing up some of her things and looking at the furniture and said. "Master, that bed is worthless, the dresser a piece of junk." She shook her head. "It wouldn't survive a trip down the stairs."Thomas was piling boxes on a dolly and glanced at them. "Oh they're old, but should be OK.""Master, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7585959020741115111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7585959020741115111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7585959020741115111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-06-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1037981635398563868</id><published>2010-02-15T09:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:16:09.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 4</title><summary type='text'>"No, take her to the bottom. Like I said, our best chance of success, of changing her, is to get her to see her soul for what it is. I'm considering a hard day, and then a harder day.""Oh my, she's going to be having a very rough time." Rebecca said smiling. "Stocks or cage?""I'm leaning towards cage, but Andre, I want your opinion since I want you to teach her oral arts." Devon turned towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1037981635398563868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1037981635398563868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1037981635398563868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-08-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 08 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-823185564619381413</id><published>2010-02-15T09:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:02:37.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Ann Clark groaned. Parking around here was a nightmare. She didn't have a parking pass to that fancy garage. She decided to bluff her way through. She pulled up to the gate and the attendant looked doubtfully at her car. Ann held up her badge. "Police business, put it somewhere safe."The guy glanced at her badge and then shrugged. "Ok lady. Whatever." He pulled her car around the corner after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/823185564619381413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/823185564619381413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/823185564619381413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6545999500095315655</id><published>2010-02-15T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:01:50.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 2</title><summary type='text'>The Sheriff cleared his throat. "I don't have cause right now."Devon smiled. "Sheriff, I'm being very accommodating here. Tell you what. I'll let you, and your top staff, come and tour the facility, as you feel warranted by the practices we have here. For Deputy Clark, I'll extend that invitation as well. Geneva is a former Army Medic, who is about to be licensed by this state as a Paramedic. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6545999500095315655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6545999500095315655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6545999500095315655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2588128415000915764</id><published>2010-02-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:01:36.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 05: Official NoticeAt fifteen minutes to seven, a small alarm went off in Jeannette's room. She was awake and moving in a flash dashing down the hall to Master Devon's door. Devon was awake and waiting for her. Diane was awake and uncertain as to what was going on.Diane looked down the hall and saw Jeannette disappear into Master Devon's room. Jeannette was gone about ten minutes and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2588128415000915764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2588128415000915764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2588128415000915764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-05-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 05 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7542157620067749843</id><published>2010-02-15T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:58:06.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 4</title><summary type='text'>"That's why we're going to chain you up, to keep you nice and honest with your habit." Devon said. "If you work hard enough, if you try hard enough, we'll let you now and then."Geneva shivered in anticipation. "Yes Master, thank you master.""Give her a blue collar, and see if Mistress Rebecca has some time to get her started in Ballet. I think we're going to have a hard time teaching her not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7542157620067749843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7542157620067749843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7542157620067749843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4254875794348283169</id><published>2010-02-15T09:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:57:27.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"Yes sir.""On your resume, you call it a Bronze Star, under awards. You leave out the valor. I understand that there are two Bronze Star awards. One for leadership in combat, one for valor. Is that correct?""Yes sir, that's true." Geneva said softly."I was just curious, why you'd leave the valor out of it?""It wasn't that brave. If I'd thought about it, I probably wouldn't have done it."Devon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4254875794348283169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4254875794348283169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4254875794348283169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7079435153107130449</id><published>2010-02-15T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:57:00.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"I'm not manipulating David." Cathy said with too much volume."Cathy, you can fool him far more easily than you can us. I've been doing this for more than twenty years. I've made my living seeing through girls just like you." Holding his hand out he said. "Come on, let's go back to the office before he drinks all my blue label."Cathy followed him and glanced at the other doors and said. "Can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7079435153107130449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7079435153107130449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7079435153107130449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-726776686962980022</id><published>2010-02-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:56:42.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 04: The MedicIn the morning Diane was woken by Jeannette who then led her to the showers. She was put on a toilet with the cuffs still on. Diane emptied everything, and then had to stand there while Jeannette wiped her. Humiliation didn't begin to describe how she felt. Then she stood while Jeannette washed her, and then while Jeannette brushed her hair and teeth.She was allowed to feed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/726776686962980022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/726776686962980022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/726776686962980022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-04-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8407783354195067211</id><published>2010-02-15T09:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:53:50.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 4</title><summary type='text'>Watching Jeannette soaked in sweat and bucking in those straps had been the most erotic sight she had ever witnessed. Just thinking about it make Diane squeeze her breast without thinking. Her nipple responded without any more thought and she moaned in pleasure at the feeling of her nipple tightening and being pinched. Oh God that felt so good.Rebecca appeared at the doorway shaking her head. "I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8407783354195067211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8407783354195067211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8407783354195067211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2811282849766695963</id><published>2010-02-15T09:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:53:08.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Jeannette, oh Hello Diane." Devon said entering the room. "Jeannette, let's get Diane some paperwork to fill out to get her on payroll. Also, let's get her a blue collar, she's not a trainee anymore, well she is, but she's staff, so blue's right for her." Devon sat the box down. "Since I can't seem to keep you in clothes, and that means you have a hard time holding onto a radio, I ordered radios</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2811282849766695963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2811282849766695963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2811282849766695963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4493657416871890302</id><published>2010-02-15T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:53:31.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Diane listened to the rest of the weekly briefing and then was told to go on back upstairs and relax. She shook her head and followed Jeannette to the kitchen. Master Devon had simply nodded when she asked permission to assist Jeannette with the clean up.Jeannette told her in the kitchen. "You'll break all the plates, let me do those. You see to the pots and pans OK?"Diane agreed, her limbs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4493657416871890302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4493657416871890302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4493657416871890302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5704198101803134205</id><published>2010-02-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:52:40.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Part 03: House Slaves.Diane woke and found that her room lights were off. She looked around but had to step into the hallway to find out what time it was. The clock said ten am. She went next door to Jeannette's room, and knocked, but got no answer. She opened the door, and discovered that Jeannette wasn't in there. Wondering if she should get dressed or not, she decided not. They had given her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5704198101803134205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5704198101803134205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5704198101803134205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-03-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2046081407734974782</id><published>2010-02-15T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:38:03.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"Now slave, you're doing it right." Thomas said. "Now, you're trying to please the master.""Yes Master, thank you Master." Diane said. Then she remembered what Jeannette had said. Devon was the Master's Master. She looked up at Master Thomas in a new light, and with this sudden understanding, that Master Thomas was in fact serving. He was serving Master Devon, who was serving the slaves, giving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2046081407734974782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2046081407734974782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2046081407734974782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5221254876049238960</id><published>2010-02-15T09:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:38:30.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 4</title><summary type='text'>Jeannette bowed her back and relaxed herself.Devon smiled at the expression on Cathy's face. A mix between amazement and shock as she saw Jeannette's ass open and visibly relax slightly. David was keeping his more stoic, but it was obvious that he knew Jeannette was very well trained now.David looked from Jeannette to Devon. He bowed his head. He was not about to put Cathy through that, she would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5221254876049238960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5221254876049238960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5221254876049238960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2658528986444018243</id><published>2010-02-15T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:37:44.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Great, I love the chicken stew." Jeannette said and picked up a tray and took it to the table. She sat and took the spoon and began eating quickly. "Hurry up, we're not supposed to take too long at lunch."Diane began to eat, she was kind of hungry, but she had a hard time since she kept looking at the doors to see if anyone was watching her. "How do you do it? I mean, how do you walk around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2658528986444018243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2658528986444018243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2658528986444018243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1534709317018972821</id><published>2010-02-15T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:37:20.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Diane woke and immediately set about getting things ready to leave. Her two roommates had been out, when she got home, but their closed door said they'd gotten home since then. Diane ate some cereal, and wrote a note telling them where she'd be. There was a chance that Devon was a serial killer or something, this was a nod in the direction of safety.Loading some things into two small bags, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1534709317018972821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1534709317018972821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1534709317018972821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-02-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1901871729228565868</id><published>2010-02-15T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:33:53.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 1'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Devon sat in the Dining Room and again reviewed the proposal he had before him. It was the result of a years worth or research and consideration. Dominique and two of the shrinks were about to arrive and receive the briefing on the proposal, something he had kept secret from everyone until recently.Devon had spent more than twenty years training forcibly abducted people to become sex slaves. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1901871729228565868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1901871729228565868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1901871729228565868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-1.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7550933363377745345</id><published>2010-02-15T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:34:33.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 3'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 3</title><summary type='text'>The identities arrived, and Devon got the last name Jamison to go with his name. Jeannette got April Jeannette Watkins. The explanation was simple, when she started the life of a Bondage slave, she didn't want to let people know, so she started using her middle name as her slave name. Now, she's just happier with it.The rest of them got their names and backgrounds and the next day were off to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7550933363377745345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7550933363377745345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7550933363377745345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-3.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1776353790340961391</id><published>2010-02-15T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:34:13.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 2'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Robert nodded. Then he joined her in arranging travel and told her where to go and what hotel to check into upon her arrival in Europe next week. They traveled to farm number one and told Devon what the implementation was going to be."Ok, I get two from here and this Andre?" Devon asked to confirm."Yes, and Jeannette, but Devon, they need to understand this is a choice." Robert confirmed.Devon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1776353790340961391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1776353790340961391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1776353790340961391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-2.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5814535384643000535</id><published>2010-02-15T09:28:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:30:52.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>Today you have been gone all day.You left before the sky could lighten, and gently woke me to issue the commands I am to obey in your absence.Like a parent handling a drowsy child, you removed my sparse clothing. You looped a length of silk rope around my waist and securely it snugly, whispering into my ear that it was to serve as a reminder of your ownership.As ordered, I remain undressed save </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5814535384643000535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5814535384643000535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5814535384643000535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5159698641142732388</id><published>2010-02-15T09:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:29:55.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Silence'/><title type='text'>Perfect Silence</title><summary type='text'>In this world there is no one else, there is only you - my god, my master, my keeper. My own self falls away, I am devoid of a name, of an identity, of a person. I am transformed, I am elevated to pure energy, I become my true shadow-shape. You whisper into my ear and pour me into the mould of your desire. Sometimes I think I could disappear forever beyond the velvet edge of my meditation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5159698641142732388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5159698641142732388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5159698641142732388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-silence.html' title='Perfect Silence'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4639751266182456056</id><published>2010-02-15T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:28:50.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fire'/><title type='text'>The Fire</title><summary type='text'>"Tell me what you are thinking," you say quietly to me.We are lying in bed in the dark together, we are listening to the rain fall outside. I am curled up against the curve of your body, my head on your chest, my body at ease as I sink into the the heat of your life energy. To speak is to rouse myself from a deep hibernation, but I would never leave you unanswered, so I shake myself to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4639751266182456056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4639751266182456056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4639751266182456056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html' title='The Fire'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7865864771765340919</id><published>2010-02-15T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:27:47.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The Game</title><summary type='text'>Every game has its rules and ours is no exception. When we play, three glowing buttons appear before me suspended in the darkness of my mind's eye. One is yellow, one is red, and one of them pulses with white light. They are connected to a language that I share only with you.Your first gift to me was these words, which you instructed me to use as often as I need to without fear of judgment, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7865864771765340919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7865864771765340919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7865864771765340919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1796892580270592727</id><published>2010-02-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:34:58.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 4'/><title type='text'>The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 4</title><summary type='text'>Devon glanced at the girl and saw she was thin, small breasts, but big full lips. She was trembling in fear, or anxiety. "Greetings Diane, I see you wear the collar."Diane stood and trembled. She could feel his power, his authority emanating from him in waves. She wanted to kneel, but didn't think she could do so properly. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say."Slave, he greeted you. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1796892580270592727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1796892580270592727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1796892580270592727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vassal-academy-ch-01-page-4.html' title='The Vassal Academy Ch. 01 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4740290473069621631</id><published>2010-02-15T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:00:42.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gift'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><summary type='text'>In a time that now seems very very long ago, I let someone control me who had neither the courage nor the tenderness to be my Sir. He was a coward who operated on tyranny, not power, and he lazily thrashed about, a prisoner of his own weakness. This man knew nothing of love because he did not love himself. Sadly, I was drawn into his black hole, a half-born star not yet bright enough to resist.He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4740290473069621631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4740290473069621631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4740290473069621631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7803485913555130989</id><published>2010-02-15T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:57:22.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><summary type='text'>To know you is to love you, and to love you is to serve you.Before I met you, I thought I knew love. After many vain pursuits, I discovered in your presence - in your grasp - that true love is something much deeper, something much more powerful, something much more demanding than the mere shadow of love I had walked in for so long.Though I had touched and teased the flame of power for so long, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7803485913555130989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7803485913555130989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7803485913555130989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5417817029073101869</id><published>2010-02-15T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:54:27.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Videotape 1'/><title type='text'>The Videotape 1</title><summary type='text'>"So was he big, then?"The five words could have been innocuous enough, but there was something about the tone that made Ian pause before pushing open the door."I'll show you in a minute. I got out the camcorder." That was Arrella. He had been staying with her and her two friends for just over a week now. The first voice had sounded like Jill's."You taped him? Jacking off in the shower?"Oh.That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5417817029073101869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/videotape-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5417817029073101869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5417817029073101869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/videotape-1.html' title='The Videotape 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4849398949257216440</id><published>2010-02-15T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:54:56.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Videotape 2'/><title type='text'>The Videotape 2</title><summary type='text'>He could dimly hear Arrella crying out loud behind Jill as she knelt astride him on the couch and kissed him urgently, demandingly, her tongue pushing into his mouth almost violently. And then a new hand grabbed his cock and a new mouth closed over it, even as Jill gasped directly into his mouth. He eased his head aside, looked down and saw that Annette had started sucking him and just inches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4849398949257216440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/videotape-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4849398949257216440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4849398949257216440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/videotape-2.html' title='The Videotape 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1536677830983919827</id><published>2010-02-15T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:53:00.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The View'/><title type='text'>The View</title><summary type='text'>He was watching TV quietly, occasionally sipping from His glass of water she had placed on His table earlier. Sounds from the kitchen told Him she was still busy with chores. she looked happy at dinner earlier, the meal she had prepared was quite good and His words to her made her smile. Turning off the TV He crossed the room and glanced in, seeing her at work, she did not see Him and He went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1536677830983919827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1536677830983919827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1536677830983919827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5800637848356632506</id><published>2010-02-15T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:50:57.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vineyard 1'/><title type='text'>The Vineyard 1</title><summary type='text'>A soft cool mist showered down on her sheet wrapped body as she stood on the terrace watching the dawn's light creep over the vast fields. What a glorious sight it was to behold. When she turned, she saw an even more breath taking sight unfold before her sleepy eyes. It was the form shrouded in the thin crisp linen that her eyes now rested upon. The morning light cast shadows over His slumber, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5800637848356632506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5800637848356632506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5800637848356632506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-1.html' title='The Vineyard 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8554144856720249221</id><published>2010-02-15T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:51:25.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vineyard 2'/><title type='text'>The Vineyard 2</title><summary type='text'>He jerked up tenderly on the leash, and once again, she stood erect before Him with her head lowered. He pressed His immense flesh against her to tease and taunt her, but all the while, He walked her backwards ever so slowly. Suddenly, she edged her legs up against something that scraped against them roughly. She turned to see grapevines twisting and writhing all below her. Without another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8554144856720249221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8554144856720249221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8554144856720249221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-2.html' title='The Vineyard 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-558814309904086865</id><published>2010-02-15T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:51:53.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vineyard 3'/><title type='text'>The Vineyard 3</title><summary type='text'>"Ahem!" He bellowed.Her hand flew from His crotch as she fell from the bed to the floor. She started to stammer with that deer-in-the-headlights look, but He held up His hand to silence her. While she sat there below Him thoroughly embarrassed with her head lowered, He rolled over to His side and watched her in her guilt."May I ask what it was that you were doing just now?""I ... well I ... um, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/558814309904086865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/558814309904086865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/558814309904086865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/vineyard-3.html' title='The Vineyard 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6598895765210255645</id><published>2010-01-26T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:12:28.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin East 1'/><title type='text'>The Virgin East 1</title><summary type='text'>PART 1Minky Smith’s heels tapped a swift staccato on the concrete as she hurried to the terminal. At last, the long-awaited day had arrived. The silver bird that would take her on her virgin trip out east (virgin because she’d never been out east) was waiting on the runway.Minky had said goodbye to her husband when he dropped her off at the doors. He’d been clingy, and for a moment, Minky felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6598895765210255645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6598895765210255645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6598895765210255645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-1.html' title='The Virgin East 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3839772478210431350</id><published>2010-01-26T07:09:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:12:22.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin East 4'/><title type='text'>The Virgin East 4</title><summary type='text'>Minky and Stephanie napped, showered, readied themselves, then tried not to wolf down the delicious meal brought to their room. According to Matt, they were sluts, so they were not allowed to eat at the dining room table. That was fine with them because the food tasted so wonderful it didn't matter where they ate.Matt had surprised them both by bringing several boxes to their room. "Inside are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3839772478210431350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3839772478210431350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3839772478210431350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-4.html' title='The Virgin East 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4607416894951137612</id><published>2010-01-26T07:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:12:06.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin East 3'/><title type='text'>The Virgin East 3</title><summary type='text'>Part 3***Colin felt the hot stream hit his face and gritted his teeth. He had a hard-on again, and this time it just wouldn’t go away. The whole flight home, all he was able to think about was the blonde-haired bitch at the airport. Face-fucking her was the ultimate power trip…and he could get used to that.He grinned maniacally. Soaping up his hands, he reached down and started stroking his hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4607416894951137612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4607416894951137612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4607416894951137612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-3.html' title='The Virgin East 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-176919328118832695</id><published>2010-01-26T07:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:11:49.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin East 2'/><title type='text'>The Virgin East 2</title><summary type='text'>The sobs quieted again, and again they heard the door open. Slow steps. Then nothing. Minky got to her feet, preparing herself, for a blow, for a hit, for whatever might come. Where was he? He was here. She could feel him. Where?...***Minky felt his hand in her hair first. Gripping. Tight. So tight it brought tears to her eyes, then releasing. "Hmmmmmmmmmm......let me have a look.....inspect the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/176919328118832695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/176919328118832695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/176919328118832695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/virgin-east-2.html' title='The Virgin East 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6477085453322312220</id><published>2010-01-26T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:09:57.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit.....'/><title type='text'>The Visit.....</title><summary type='text'>The lips of her sex were swollen and smooth. Juices from her arousal and my tongue glistened in the candlelight, seeping from inside her. I softly and slowly drew my tongue over her clit, my arms lightly resting on her belly, my hands and fingers extended, teasing her plump breasts and erect nipples. Her legs were wide, and her hips elevated high on the bed pillows. Her moans echoed around the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6477085453322312220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_3925.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6477085453322312220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6477085453322312220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_3925.html' title='The Visit.....'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3590965610896698538</id><published>2010-01-26T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:07:39.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit..'/><title type='text'>The Visit..</title><summary type='text'>I swear it was reflex that made me take a sip of the coffee. Mostly reflex. I was also a little nervous, as I tend to be when meeting a new partner. Whatever the cause, I paid dearly for my action. The coffee was old and cold, bitter acid on my tongue and in my stomach. I simply sighed, shook my head, and accepted my punishment. My beverage of choice is tea. I consider coffee the ironic curse of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3590965610896698538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3590965610896698538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3590965610896698538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_26.html' title='The Visit..'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3035234368331283827</id><published>2010-01-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:07:02.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit.'/><title type='text'>The Visit.</title><summary type='text'>Kat woke suddenly, wondering where she was, and then remembered she was on an 8 hour flight over the Atlantic, from her home in Springfield, on her way at last to visit her online Dom. They had chatted for a while as friends in Literotica then took it that stage further as she submitted to Him. Her online Master was Alan. He already had a submissive at home, but all parties accepted the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3035234368331283827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3035234368331283827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3035234368331283827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit.html' title='The Visit.'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1269274336859795532</id><published>2010-01-26T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:06:11.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit Another Story I'/><title type='text'>The Visit Another Story I</title><summary type='text'>He drives her to the house near Fontainebleau. Sitting in the car, he forbids her to get out to go to the door until she has removed her blouse. She must meet her new friend bare from the waist up. On the drive down her English husband has been telling her how easy it is going to be for her to enjoy this weekend. All she has to do is to submit totally to her Master and his friend, to remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1269274336859795532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-another-story-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1269274336859795532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1269274336859795532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-another-story-i.html' title='The Visit Another Story I'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4594535566929553118</id><published>2010-01-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:03:38.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit  And  Afterwards'/><title type='text'>The Visit  And  Afterwards</title><summary type='text'>Dear Master K:Yesterday, I received a visit from one of my online contacts. It was kinda unexpected, so I had no real time to talk to you about it. He had mentioned that He may come to visit, but wasn't sure.I wanted to make sure you knew what happened and the fact that it WAS just a visit.The gentleman in question is a Gorean. He reminds me a lot of you. Same mindset in many things, and *chuckle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4594535566929553118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-and-afterwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4594535566929553118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4594535566929553118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-and-afterwards.html' title='The Visit  And  Afterwards'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6631695487748916213</id><published>2010-01-26T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:06:19.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit Another Story II'/><title type='text'>The Visit Another Story II</title><summary type='text'>Remember, her husband-Master has introduced her to her new Master, driven her down for a weekend visit to his house near Fontainebleau?She... a respectable History teacher in a high school from a respectable area of the United States.Very few people know how horny everyday, respectable women can become. These women may fantasize about rape but don't really want to be raped. But they are willing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6631695487748916213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6631695487748916213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6631695487748916213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-another-story.html' title='The Visit Another Story II'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3626143043761782348</id><published>2010-01-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:01:18.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitor'/><title type='text'>Visitor</title><summary type='text'>You just got out of the shower and put on your bra and panties. You look in the mirror thinking of last night, the phone call and how you came like a slut for your Master. You slowly caress your breast and take a deep breath remembering how he said he would suck and kiss them and then fuck them, cumming all over you. One hand slides down your bare body to the hem of your panties and your delicate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3626143043761782348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visitor_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3626143043761782348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3626143043761782348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visitor_26.html' title='Visitor'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-160126904781033512</id><published>2010-01-26T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:00:22.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visitor'/><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><summary type='text'>As Felicia eased into His driveway, she noticed the strange car parked next to His. For just a minute she sat, wondering whose car it could be. Then she grabbed her purse and stepped out into the cold. Snow fell in big, fat flakes and clung to her hair and coat as she made her way up the walk. At the door, she hesitated...the unmistakable sound of a woman's laugh coming from inside. With her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/160126904781033512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/160126904781033512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/160126904781033512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4627736141806111398</id><published>2010-01-26T06:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:09:03.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit....'/><title type='text'>The Visit....</title><summary type='text'>I stand there in the crowd but alone in My thoughts. I am here to pick up My gem on O/our first meeting. I stand there waiting, anticipation building. After a year together online, W/we are finally able to meet in person. As good as it is there, will it transfer over? The doubt that A/all carry with them.Finally I see her coming toward Me. A smile crosses My face; yes she listens well. Before she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4627736141806111398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_6891.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4627736141806111398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4627736141806111398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_6891.html' title='The Visit....'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1692255348276288378</id><published>2010-01-26T06:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:08:16.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit...'/><title type='text'>The Visit...</title><summary type='text'>I'm waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I've told the hostess that I'm waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It's early and the restaurant isn't crowded, so I don't think we'll have trouble being seated when You arrive.I wonder if the hostess notices my nervousness. If so, she likely just thinks I'm waiting for a blind date or something. Little does she know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1692255348276288378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_1285.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1692255348276288378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1692255348276288378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit_1285.html' title='The Visit...'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3952243733858001045</id><published>2010-01-26T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:59:42.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice'/><title type='text'>Voice</title><summary type='text'>She was sitting at the bar having a drink, her head pounding from the night before, when she had had too much to drink. She was slowly nursing her drink, hoping it would cure her hangover. The bar was is noisy, with people talking all around her. At first, all the voices blended together, nothing special. She sipped her drink again, and then she heard it, a soft, deep voice, cutting through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3952243733858001045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3952243733858001045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3952243733858001045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice_26.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-779454174807838085</id><published>2010-01-26T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:58:43.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Voice'/><title type='text'>The Voice</title><summary type='text'>She had planned on a quiet, romantic weekend away with a friend who seemed to be becoming more. And though she knew some of the possibilities, her current situation was beyond the fantasies she'd allowed herself to consider.Her surroundings were dark, her world inky-black. She saw nothing, heard nothing, yet she was content. She knew there were candles, even if she no longer saw them, and she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/779454174807838085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/779454174807838085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/779454174807838085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1839644797769214454</id><published>2010-01-26T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:49:32.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vortex 3'/><title type='text'>The Vortex 3</title><summary type='text'>After accepting the goblet back from Sylvia, he told them that now they were family and should embrace all that they had to offer each other, to learn from each other, to strengthen their weakness together and build on each others strengths.Placing the goblet on a side table, he moved to the shelves that lines the wall, reached up and took down two collars attached to a single leash. He took the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1839644797769214454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1839644797769214454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1839644797769214454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-3.html' title='The Vortex 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-631542146749387291</id><published>2010-01-26T06:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:49:15.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vortex 2'/><title type='text'>The Vortex 2</title><summary type='text'>Her possible screams cut off, she at first resisted his use of her mouth, trying to pull back; but, he held her head tight. She couldn't escape the hold he had on her. Closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall freely, she managed to tighten her jaws again around his thickness, being careful to keep her teeth away from his sensitive skin; and, she permitted him to use her mouth, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/631542146749387291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/631542146749387291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/631542146749387291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-2.html' title='The Vortex 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8268529953241589945</id><published>2010-01-26T06:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:49:05.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vortex 1'/><title type='text'>The Vortex 1</title><summary type='text'>He wet his lips in satisfaction.The room was taking shape. And it turned him on thinking about it.His mind was like that, it went to extremes.His dreams oozed a river of sexual fantasies. Every morning his shorts were soaked from his admissions. He began to rise earlier to hide the evidence of his evening licentiousness. He was a prisoner of sex.She was the object, the subject, the victim of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8268529953241589945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8268529953241589945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8268529953241589945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/vortex-1.html' title='The Vortex 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1280504476086951909</id><published>2010-01-26T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:47:54.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wager'/><title type='text'>The Wager</title><summary type='text'>Chapter OneWe are in a pub You and i, playing darts and drinking. It is crowded, dark, and smokey. It is the first time W/we have met r/l and just as in the cyber world W/we have been talking non stop and laughing til W/we were in tears. Then You make a proposition.i,because i am curious and because You have enticed me for the longest time, agree.There is a lot riding on this game. If i lose, You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1280504476086951909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1280504476086951909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1280504476086951909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wager.html' title='The Wager'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-349333245559765048</id><published>2010-01-24T03:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:22:43.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Wait'/><title type='text'>the Wait</title><summary type='text'>I didn't expect to sleep. The few hours since you left had been long and uncomfortable. Limited in my movement, I had only the turning of the clock and the memories of last night and this morning to keep me busy while I waited for you to return. But what nice memories they were. My sore flesh was still tender from your strap, and I liked knowing that you would return to find me waiting so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/349333245559765048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/349333245559765048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/349333245559765048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait.html' title='the Wait'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1352944916436776868</id><published>2010-01-24T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:22:06.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late But Well Worth The Wait'/><title type='text'>Late, But Well Worth The Wait</title><summary type='text'>One hour. "Correction," he reminded himself, "one fucking hour." That's how long Michael had been in traffic trying to get back from work. It was normally only a twenty-minute drive from his office complex in the Upper-Side to his apartment, but there had been some rain that drenched the roads and flooded out one of the bridges. It was pretty bad— two vehicles stranded completely. 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I loved the surge of emotional energy I always got from Him. I loved the way his cock felt as I grasped it in my hand; the feel of soft skin over the solid muscle inside - definitely a case of the steel hand inside a velvet glove."Not yet," He growled low in my ear. He liked to make me squirm, to make me beg.I gasped as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3655972070081630318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3655972070081630318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3655972070081630318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the Wait'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1597878421051874579</id><published>2010-01-24T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:20:39.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth Twice The Price 2'/><title type='text'>Worth Twice The Price 2</title><summary type='text'>"My tongue tells me what you have is a virgin's ass and since it's mine now we're going to take care of that." I stared at the object she had dangling in front of me, not sure what it was but she quickly answered my question for me. "This end is for me and this end is for you." My eyes grew wide as she grabbed a handful of my hair and slid one head of the two headed dildo deep inside my ass while</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1597878421051874579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-twice-price-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1597878421051874579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1597878421051874579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-twice-price-2.html' title='Worth Twice The Price 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8437982088520113826</id><published>2010-01-24T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:20:14.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth Twice The Price 1'/><title type='text'>Worth Twice The Price 1</title><summary type='text'>It had been almost a year since we had first begun our courtship over the Internet. This incredible woman who at first had come across as a shy, innocent waif had now turned into a voracious, sexual animal through our own special verbal jousting. It had all started with an innocent comment which was followed by a risqué line or two. From there, an even bolder statement until we found ourselves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8437982088520113826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-twice-price-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8437982088520113826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8437982088520113826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-twice-price-1.html' title='Worth Twice The Price 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-69289238745055928</id><published>2010-01-24T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:19:25.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthy Once More'/><title type='text'>Worthy Once More</title><summary type='text'>You tie my hands behind my back, wrist to elbow, and attach my thigh cuffs. This is in addition to my wrist and ankle cuffs, my O-ring gag, and of course, my collar. You put the blindfold on me and lead me into the bedroom. You push me, lying face down onto the bed and I feel a rope wrap around my hair, which is pulled toward my arms, still pinned behind me. I can then feel the rope pulled taught</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/69289238745055928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worthy-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/69289238745055928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/69289238745055928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worthy-once-more.html' title='Worthy Once More'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5321428448561002169</id><published>2010-01-24T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:14:31.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Like Me To Stop?'/><title type='text'>Would You Like Me To Stop?</title><summary type='text'>Carla enjoyed taking her time in the brief walk to the punishment room. She particularly relished the click clack of her high heels echoing off the corridor walls, and the attention of the prison guards never failed to accentuate her feminine charms. Carla had now been involved with this programme for the last three months. Her psychological studies had been used to good effect, and she had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5321428448561002169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-me-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5321428448561002169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5321428448561002169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-me-to-stop.html' title='Would You Like Me To Stop?'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5677766402204081956</id><published>2010-01-24T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:13:46.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrapped'/><title type='text'>Wrapped</title><summary type='text'>Leah's hand shook as she poured my coffee. "I'm frightened, Will," she confessed. "Abe refuses to tell me what is in store for tonight. Has Bettina said anything?""I know better than to ask I'm afraid we'll have to wait and see."Upon our arrival at their house, Leah had offered me coffee as a ruse for a quick huddle. Despite the transparency, Abe said nothing."Abe tells you exactly what he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5677766402204081956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5677766402204081956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5677766402204081956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrapped.html' title='Wrapped'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5362669599775669387</id><published>2010-01-20T03:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:16:32.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrath of Darnisha 1'/><title type='text'>Wrath of Darnisha 1</title><summary type='text'>I heard the familiar sound of my Mistress' car pulling into our long drive way. Over the last few months, I'd learned to love that sound. It meant that she was home! Quickly stopping by the full length mirror in her dressing room to check my appearance, I rushed to my spot near the door to greet her properly. I still find it funny that I check my clothes everyday considering all I'm allowed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5362669599775669387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrath-of-darnisha-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5362669599775669387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5362669599775669387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrath-of-darnisha-1.html' title='Wrath of Darnisha 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2920203643835545674</id><published>2010-01-20T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:15:39.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrists'/><title type='text'>Wrists</title><summary type='text'>Sarah fiddled with her wrist, as best she could, and wondered if it was maybe a little too tight.How long had he been out of the room? Probably just a minute or two, but every minute he was gone seemed like an hour.She began to go through the events of the day, one of--if not THE--most eventful days of her life. But it wasn't over yet. The best, she thought, was still to come. He had smiled just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2920203643835545674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2920203643835545674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2920203643835545674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrists.html' title='Wrists'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4272787348628825019</id><published>2010-01-20T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:17:04.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrath of Darnisha 2'/><title type='text'>Wrath of Darnisha 2</title><summary type='text'>“What are you waiting for? Get my crop now!!” Mistress Darnisha snapped impatiently.Her bondage of my balls left me hobbling over over to her chest of "toys." The latch popped open with a click. Inside were her implements of pain and pleasure. Everything from anal probes to barbed whips resided in this box. She'd used them all on me at one time or another over the years. She was also very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4272787348628825019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrath-of-darnisha-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4272787348628825019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4272787348628825019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrath-of-darnisha-2.html' title='Wrath of Darnisha 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6674500626347584845</id><published>2010-01-20T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:14:54.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block 3'/><title type='text'>Writer's Block 3</title><summary type='text'>I heard Elizabeth let herself the front door and I met her with a hug and a kiss at the top of the stairs.As we entered the living room I said, "Elizabeth, I'd like you to meet Ellen, my editor."Elizabeth stopped as if in shock. "Ellen! I thought you said Allan! Oh I'm sorry Ellen, I was expecting to meet a man and I got a bit of a shock. It's nice to meet you, have you and Michael had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6674500626347584845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6674500626347584845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6674500626347584845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-3.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7380150222435725689</id><published>2010-01-20T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:14:22.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block 2'/><title type='text'>Writer's Block 2</title><summary type='text'>"You bet I have Elizabeth and I'm glad you came over too." I said as we cuddled in together holding each other tight, "How about we get some sleep and fuck again in the morning?""Oh, that's something else to look forward to Michael, sounds good to me, see you in the morning, lover boy." Again another giggle from Elizabeth as we kissed and settled down under the sheet, both of us extremely happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7380150222435725689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7380150222435725689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7380150222435725689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-2.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5091244449438111426</id><published>2010-01-20T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:12:53.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Block 1'/><title type='text'>Writer's Block 1</title><summary type='text'>I write for a living. I don't have any great pretensions to be famous, I know my place in literature and it's not near the top of the tree. I write spanking stories for magazines like Paddles, Blush, Cane and Red Cheeks. Not exactly mind bending stuff but I enjoy spanking and I enjoy writing about spanking. I'm happy doing what I'm doing.I live by the sea in an old house that I have renovated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5091244449438111426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5091244449438111426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5091244449438111426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-1.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4823084517121841265</id><published>2010-01-20T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:11:44.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Number'/><title type='text'>Wrong Number</title><summary type='text'>The note was direct, to the point."One in skirt, panties and blouse blindfolded hands bound before her. The other in a dress and panties. Be ready by 6:00 pm. NO playing!"They smiled at one another.He had called looking for Bob, a wrong number. Trying to be funny, she asked what he was wearing and the fantasy had begun.They talked by phone and e-mail. His sexy voice causing both their pussies to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4823084517121841265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4823084517121841265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4823084517121841265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-number.html' title='Wrong Number'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2965326376862502160</id><published>2010-01-10T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:30:57.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrought Iron and Oil'/><title type='text'>Wrought Iron and Oil</title><summary type='text'>His hands were all over me, massaging the vanilla oil into my skin until it was slick. My hands were clasped together behind my back; He left no part of me untouched.His words were soft and hot. "Do you trust Me, sweet pet?" He asked from behind me, holding the black leather band in front of my eyes."Yes."He covered my eyes, placing a small nibbling kiss to the side of my neck. "Good girl. Now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2965326376862502160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrought-iron-and-oil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2965326376862502160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2965326376862502160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrought-iron-and-oil.html' title='Wrought Iron and Oil'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4430098673093610993</id><published>2010-01-10T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:29:43.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Mas 1'/><title type='text'>X-Mas 1</title><summary type='text'>Terry was holding on for dear life. The taxi driver didn't seem to understand things like "green means go" and "red means stop". It seemed more like he was determined to drive straight through every light, no matter what the color. His music, a mixture between a Yogi prayer and the latest hip-hop, blared through the cab.By the time Terry had reached Carl's house, she had almost pee'd herself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4430098673093610993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-mas-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4430098673093610993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4430098673093610993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-mas-1.html' title='X-Mas 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-6552573627209461205</id><published>2010-01-10T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:30:09.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Mas 2'/><title type='text'>X-Mas 2</title><summary type='text'>Terry looked at Carl. She wasn't sure what this gift meant. Carl sat quietly, trying to find his words."Since we have been apart, I haven't met anyone who balances me the way you do. There isn't anyone who I want to spend the rest of my life fucking and sucking but you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"Terry thought maybe she had heard him wrong. Carl always said he would never get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6552573627209461205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-mas-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6552573627209461205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/6552573627209461205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-mas-2.html' title='X-Mas 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2907637648421903433</id><published>2010-01-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:28:49.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Ray Vision'/><title type='text'>X-Ray Vision</title><summary type='text'>She stands at the bus stop, her breath appearing to be wispy smoke as it leaves her lips on this icy winter night. Her face clearly displays her discomfort, but – despite the natural, inherent guesses of the few passersby and the people in the few vehicles driving past the bus stop – it is not due to the biting winter wind coming off the massive lake just a few block away....for hidden underneath</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2907637648421903433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-ray-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2907637648421903433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2907637648421903433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-ray-vision.html' title='X-Ray Vision'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-377195536914839758</id><published>2010-01-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:44:30.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 4 page 4'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 4 page 4</title><summary type='text'>There were a lot of greetings exchanged between the eight clients and the four captives with wishes that they might meet on some future adventures. Then the emerald cloak was draped about her shoulders and with a last embrace and kiss from each of them, Catlin was led out the door where the car with "Miss Smith" was waiting for her.When Catlin entered the car, Miss Smith smiled at her. "Enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/377195536914839758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/377195536914839758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/377195536914839758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-4.html' title='XAd Inc part 4 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-5005949212144335784</id><published>2010-01-10T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:44:03.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 4 page 3'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 4 page 3</title><summary type='text'>The two women were whipped on their taut fronts for ten minutes before two of the men moved forward to attached weighted clamps to their aching nipples. When the first clamp closed on Catlin's right nub, she cried out as she realized that these were not smooth but serrated, biting in even more when small lead weights were attached. Then she felt the first taste of a heavy cat across her ass. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5005949212144335784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5005949212144335784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/5005949212144335784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-3.html' title='XAd Inc part 4 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-9055051657691660052</id><published>2010-01-10T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:42:59.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 4 page 2'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 4 page 2</title><summary type='text'>When the show ended Catlin had expected to be taken to the dungeon once again, but instead she was led to a different room which turned out to contain a variety of leather covered furniture. Well, maybe not exactly typical furniture. There were a couple of vaulting horses, three low leather-covered longues, a leather-covered table, a couple of footstools, and several other pieces. Catlin, Meg, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9055051657691660052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/9055051657691660052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/9055051657691660052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-2.html' title='XAd Inc part 4 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7737024923948600001</id><published>2010-01-10T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:40:51.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 4 page 1'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 4 page 1</title><summary type='text'>XAd, Inc. - Ch. 5The next morning everyone slept late, until nearly noon, in fact. Not surprising if the others had gotten no more sleep than John, James, Catlin and Meg. She was still sore everywhere - not really sore enough to be actually very uncomfortable, but enough to remind her that her body had gotten quite a workout. The group had a late brunch instead of lunch and afterwards everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7737024923948600001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7737024923948600001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7737024923948600001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-4-page-1.html' title='XAd Inc part 4 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-2785438652249755878</id><published>2010-01-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:35:59.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 3 page 1'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 3 page 1</title><summary type='text'>XAd, Inc. - Ch. 4Once during the night Catlin woke to find she was trying to rub herself against William's sleeping form. But just as realization of what she was doing came, William woke up and soon was rubbing back. He lowered his head and used his tongue to drive her to three climaxes before mounting her and taking his own pleasure. Then, pressed against each other, they both fell back asleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2785438652249755878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-3-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2785438652249755878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/2785438652249755878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-3-page-1.html' title='XAd Inc part 3 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1519192496009730891</id><published>2010-01-10T07:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:36:33.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 3 page 2'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 3 page 2</title><summary type='text'>For the next three hours the four were subjected to various forms of bondage and Meg, Tyra, and Catlin, at least, received a variety of torments, including nipple clamps, strappings, and whippings. All were subjected to a nearly constant stream of sexual stimulations either from the men's hands, tongues, or cocks or from several types of dildos and vibrators.Once Catlin was bound over a whipping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1519192496009730891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-3-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1519192496009730891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1519192496009730891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-3-page-2.html' title='XAd Inc part 3 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-3869743112668066996</id><published>2010-01-10T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:34:16.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 2 page 3'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 2 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Afterwards he released the girl from the bench and removed her cuffs. He gave her a hard kiss and then they both turned to face the audience who began to applaud. The two of them gave a slight bow, thanked the lords and ladies, and then, both still naked, left by the side door.Catlin realized she was dripping wet. And from the squirming going on around her, she guessed most everyone else was also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3869743112668066996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3869743112668066996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/3869743112668066996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-3.html' title='XAd Inc part 2 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7292294814638902355</id><published>2010-01-10T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:32:26.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 2 page 2'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 2 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Catlin loved the sensation and expected a butt plug to follow, but when the finger was removed, nothing replaced it. She was about to try to twist around to look when a searing line of pain crossed her tight backside. She squealed and another lash of the cat crossed her ass from the other direction. A glance around showed her that Edward and Robert were applying the whips. After about ten strokes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7292294814638902355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7292294814638902355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7292294814638902355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-2.html' title='XAd Inc part 2 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-1930048737007278076</id><published>2010-01-10T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:16:57.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 2 page 1'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 2 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Chapter ThreeThe men, as well as Anne and Linda, dressed, but the four other girls remained completely nude. The wrist and ankle cuffs were put on them again and all four had their hands fastened behind their backs. Robert took Catlin's arm to steady her and led her back up the stairs and on to the second floor. Here was a long hall with several doors opening off of it. A couple of lamps on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1930048737007278076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1930048737007278076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/1930048737007278076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-2-page-1.html' title='XAd Inc part 2 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-4328434648891655953</id><published>2010-01-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:09:12.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 1 page 4'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 1 page 4</title><summary type='text'>The men unfastened the girls' wrists and took them to another part of the room. Over here were several wood fixtures which Catlin at first couldn't figure out. They had a platform about thirty inches off the floor. The platform was of sanded wood, about sixteen inches wide and four feet long. The platform was held horizontal by a couple of legs near one end and two vertical poles located near the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4328434648891655953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4328434648891655953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/4328434648891655953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-4.html' title='XAd Inc part 1 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-8918366512930773612</id><published>2010-01-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:08:24.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 1 page 3'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 1 page 3</title><summary type='text'>With that he turned to her, as James did to Tyra, and unfastened the cuffs which they still wore. Catlin had managed to eat with little trouble and had become quite used to the bindings, but now flexed her wrists at their removal. Once the cuffs were removed the two moved behind them leaving them facing the others. Despite the fact that Catlin was sure what was coming she was still startled when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8918366512930773612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8918366512930773612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/8918366512930773612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-3.html' title='XAd Inc part 1 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135463583787845889.post-7995728961604262276</id><published>2010-01-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:07:06.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XAd Inc part 1 page 2'/><title type='text'>XAd Inc part 1 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Rick had placed the contract back inside his case and as they finished eating said, "I went ahead and set up an appointment for your exam tomorrow at nine. The doctor's office is just a little over a mile from here. Is that OK?""I guess so," Catlin answered. He handed her a slip of paper with the address.He removed the contract and a pen and signed two copies. Handing the pen to Catlin, he shoved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7995728961604262276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7995728961604262276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135463583787845889/posts/default/7995728961604262276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedbdsmstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xad-inc-part-1-page-2.html' title='XAd Inc part 1 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
