<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412663822303082174</id><updated>2011-10-17T13:13:10.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my stories</title><subtitle type='html'>I write many stories, but never publish 2 unfinished ones.  Right now I am working in BDSM.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AhmieW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761509352251114305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVaUpm2Zwq4/TTOE8gO1EbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CI99QtceLBI/S220/my%2Bpic.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412663822303082174.post-1908889653556749836</id><published>2011-01-16T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:55:26.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alana pt 3</title><content type='html'>I stared at her in disbelief.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No way could this be happening…there was just no way!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Mmph," I tried to say fuck you, but that's all that got out around the thing in my mouth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't even get a syllable around it!&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to talk, Pet, the gag is too tight for that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You'll just end up hurting yourself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just relax and I'll tell you what is going on."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I settled down to listen to her, and hope she let me go…then I would kick her ass.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Well, Alana, you are now in my basement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope you like it; after all it will be your home until you die…or until I tire of you."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!?! No way did she mean I was going to stay here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started thrashing around, trying to get loose, I had to leave!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had to get out of here!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have a life, and a family who would miss me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wait, where were my brothers!?!&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Pet, as I was saying, before you freaked out, you now live here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You are my property, my slave.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you follow my simple rules your life here will be quite pleasant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now listen closely, because you will have to repeat them. 1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will mind me at all times. 2. You will call me Mistress or Ma'am at all times. 3. You will stop speaking the moment I start. 4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will not address me unless I give you permission. 5. You will keep your body clean and hairless for me. 6. You will never disobey me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Failure to follow any of these rules will lead to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your punishment, and trust me, you do not want that"&lt;br /&gt;Now, that just didn't sound right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was no one's property.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was no way in hell I would do what that bitch said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok now pet, I'm going to take your gag out, will you be good?" She asked, strolling towards me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I nodded the best that I could.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As soon as she pulled the gag off of my face, I spit as much as I could straight into her eye.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Oh, you are going to regret that."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She yanked me back, by my hair, almost pulling it all out.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, little bitch, listen closely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will never do that again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am going to have to punish you now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had hoped we would have been able to wait longer…but this is ok." She tugged me up and pulled me towards a part of the room I hadn't noticed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a doctor like table in the corner, with leather restraints attached to each corner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was drawers everywhere in that side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, this could be easy, or you could make this hard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Be nice and this will be fast." She pulled me on to the table, and locked me down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"If you aren't nice, then I will have to kill you twin brothers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And you don't want that, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out and screamed as loud as I can and begged to do anything to keep my brothers safe.&lt;br /&gt;"Anything, Pet?" I loved my brothers and I would do anything, and I mean anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I swore on everything that I knew that I would behave and do anything she asked, if she would just LEAVE MY BROTHERS ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Good girl." With that she went to a drawer and picked up a small flogger that was hanging there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Now, girly, you will regret ever even thinking of being so naughty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think 15 should do the trick, 5 on the tummy, 5 on the thighs, and 5 on the breasts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Count them." &lt;br /&gt;The first strike across my thigh made me jump as high as I could.&lt;br /&gt;"I said count them!" &lt;br /&gt;"One,"&lt;br /&gt;"One WHAT,"&lt;br /&gt;"One…Mis…Mistress."&lt;br /&gt;THAWK&lt;br /&gt;"Two Mistress," They burned like fire…the rest of the ones on my thighs was over quickly, but then she moved on to my stomach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;THAWK&lt;br /&gt;Those hurt like fire.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I could barely breathe through the pain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I screamed so loud that I started coughing up blood.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The rest of those five went by slowly…I didn't think it could get any worse. Man was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Pet, these next ones will be worse than the rest, but you will survive, and you will never be pissy again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Think about what you done for these ones.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You don't have to count them." &lt;br /&gt;She brought the flogger down on my breasts, and I thought I was on fire!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This was the most intense pain I had ever felt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't even breathe!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the time she got to 5, everything was fading around me…the last thing I remember was Mistress leaning down over me, looking very concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2412663822303082174-1908889653556749836?l=alana-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1908889653556749836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/1908889653556749836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/1908889653556749836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-3.html' title='Alana pt 3'/><author><name>AhmieW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761509352251114305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVaUpm2Zwq4/TTOE8gO1EbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CI99QtceLBI/S220/my%2Bpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412663822303082174.post-2519165710686107585</id><published>2011-01-16T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:55:00.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alana pt 2</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on a somewhat normal Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had woken up to my little brothers bouncing on my bed, begging me to take them hiking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was really tempted to say no, seeing as Saturday is my only day off from school, and usually I like to relax, but I never got to see my brothers anymore, so, reluctantly, I drug myself out of bed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;After kicking my brothers out, I jumped into the shower before I could get too cold.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Singing softly to myself, I began my daily ritual.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After washing everything, I picked up my razor to get all the body hair off me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had planned on going to a new club that night, called Starlight, which had just opened in town.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had heard there were a lot of beautiful women that frequented that club, who wasn't afraid to have a little one on one women loving.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just hoped there was someone there who could fill my sexual appetite… I had started dabbling in BDSM.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hadn't been laid for a while, and man was I feeling it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Little did I know that soon, I would have enough of both of those to satisfy me for life.&lt;br /&gt;After I got out of the house, and had gotten my brothers herded into my Jeep, I realized that I left my cell phone beside my bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I debated on whether or not to go back to get it, but the clock was ticking, and if I wanted to have any fun tonight, then I would have to do without it for a few hours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's not like I would need it in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;We got to our hiking trail around noon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had been there so many times that I had no problems letting my brothers run a head of me for a little while.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had just been walking for 20 minutes when I lost sight of my brothers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I yelled for them to slow down, but they didn't answer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was just starting to get mad, when I heard one of my brothers yelling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I raced ahead to try and reach them to make sure that they wore ok.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to where I heard my brothers voiced coming from, I was in a large clearing, and there was my brothers, in the middle of it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They were tied to a large oak tree, with a huge black man standing over them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;About 10 feet away from them, was a beautiful, tall, curvy blonde woman, leaning against a Jeep…The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the Jeep she was leaning on was my jeep!&lt;br /&gt;"Ah good, Alana, you made it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was beginning to think that you wouldn't show, and I would have to take your dearest brothers instead." She purred, stalking towards me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What did she mean 'take' my brothers?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Take them where? "Tie her up also, Rowland.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After all, she isn't tamed yet." TAMED!?! What the fuck did she mean TAMED!?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was not a pet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The huge man I now knew as Rowland came strolling up to me, brandishing a piece of rope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With his dark foreboding eyes and body builder shape, I knew that I held no chance against this man.&lt;br /&gt;"Now hold still, little one, and I won't hurt you, pet," He said, as he grabbed both my arms.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I struggled as hard as I could, trying to break free, and run.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He just held tighter and continued talking to me. "If you don't hold still, kitten, then I will have to hurt you, and I don't want that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wasn't us to be friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please don't struggle kitten." That just spurred me on more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I kicked and punched and bit and yelled and done anything I could to make it hard for him.&lt;br /&gt;"That's it kitten, you asked for it."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With that, he held a damp rag over my nose.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything got blurry, and slowly I faded away.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is waking up on a cold, hard basement floor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was naked, except for a leather thing around my neck, and a strange leather pair of panties.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt full, in both of my bottom holes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All of a sudden, a light came on in the corner of the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was that blonde woman again.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to your new life, Pet" And with that, the dildos attached to the panties came to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2412663822303082174-2519165710686107585?l=alana-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2519165710686107585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/2519165710686107585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/2519165710686107585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-2.html' title='Alana pt 2'/><author><name>AhmieW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761509352251114305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVaUpm2Zwq4/TTOE8gO1EbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CI99QtceLBI/S220/my%2Bpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412663822303082174.post-3968266572287456680</id><published>2011-01-16T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:53:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alana pt 1</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT REAL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It does not reflect on the views of the author.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is all fiction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Any resemblance to any real person is just a coincidence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Please do not sue me, for I have no money and would have to give you 1 cat, 17 books, and&amp;nbsp;a broken computer,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From Human to Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Good Girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I live in my cage, in my Mistress's house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cook, clean, and take good care of my Mistress's house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also sexually please my Mistress in any way she asks me, but I never have an orgasm myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not a person; I am my Mistress's property.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is my owner and I am less than her dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At least her dog can run away if he wants.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cannot. &lt;br /&gt;Here in my world, the Mistress's word is law.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She owns me, so she can dispose of me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I try to be a good girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It took me a long time to become this way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a painful time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not stupid enough to try and return to the girl I was, before my Mistress found me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've seen what happened to girls who try that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am a good girl, a pet to my Mistress, and this is how I became this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana Vergis:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A sweet 21 year old girl, Alana was born in New Jersey.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With her raven blue- black hair, and bright red eyes, and her curvy body at 4'10 and 125 lbs, Alana is &lt;br /&gt;considered a beauty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She likes to read and puts her studies before anything.She &lt;br /&gt;is out as gay, and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaid: Jaid is met later on in the story, at the Mistress's house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is the Mistress's first pet,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and has been there so long, she doesn't remember her last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and Jacob: Alana's little twin brothers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: Alana's best friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She got kidnapped 3 weeks before story began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mistress:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She has no name besides the Mistress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As far as we can tell, she owns about 20 &lt;br /&gt;girls,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ranging in ages from 16-30.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While firm with the girls, she treats them all &lt;br /&gt;the same.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She loves all her girls, as long as they remain useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Mistress's bodyguard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2412663822303082174-3968266572287456680?l=alana-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3968266572287456680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/3968266572287456680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2412663822303082174/posts/default/3968266572287456680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alana-story.blogspot.com/2011/01/alana-pt-1.html' title='Alana pt 1'/><author><name>AhmieW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761509352251114305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVaUpm2Zwq4/TTOE8gO1EbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CI99QtceLBI/S220/my%2Bpic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
