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Gratification: Volume Four

It’s been several years since I put out a gratification book.  These are the dark ones, certainly still ABDL but loaded with BDSM.  While there are sweet moments in these stories, they are not pure-n-innocent tales.  While there are passionate moments in these stories, they are not romantic saga tales.  They are dark age play.

This fourth collection of disconnected stories also include themes of: humiliation, regression, fear, pain, pleasure, mind games, consequences, denial, acceptance, submission, longings, whimpers, nightmares, daydreams, domination, blackmail, embarrassment and of course, diapers.  Lots and lots of diapers.

This book includes:

Tales From CrinkleCon: Let’s Make a Deal – a story about the “conventions” of spanking
With Her Hand in The Cookie Jar – a story about the consequences of taking what isn’t yours
Payback – a story about how to survive a nightmare turned reality
Visitors – a story about opening up and being found out
Aren’t You Forgetting Something? – a story about what it feels like to be instantly melted on the inside
Wishful – a story about blackmail that taught a lesson of self
Pampurrs, Huggees and Loves – a story about three BabyGirls and how they bonded for the same Daddy
Samaritan – a story about a Samaritan who swept in and saved a BabyGirl from implosion

Warning: Delving into these pages will leave you gratified, over and over again.

If you are reading this posting, it means the books is now published!

Find it here:  Kindle or Kindle Unlimited

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……………………… The Dark Age Play Box Sets

Sticky Situations 1 - 5 Front     50 Things

Sticky Situations: Books 1-5
Gratification: Volume One
Gratification: Volume Two
Gratification: Volume Three
Gratification: Volume Four
50 Things To Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night

With Her Hand in the Cookie Jar

Taken from the dark age play book:

Gratification: Volume Four
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

here is a little story about the consequences of taking what isn’t yours.

With Her Hand in the Cookie Jar

“Jessica,” Miles said, walking out of his office.  “We’re going to be closing two hours early tonight.  Lock the front door and begin to shut things down.”

“Okay,” Jessica said, stunned by this decision.

They had never once closed early in the eight months she had been working there.  The SubHub was always open until 10pm, seven days a week.  It was perfectly located a quarter mile off the nearest highway.  Easy to get to and easy to get right back from.  The spread of sub choices was extensive and the prices were cheap.  And they always had a last-minute rush that sometimes kept them open until 10:30 pm or later.  But that wouldn’t be the case tonight. 

But she wasn’t going to ask why they were closing early.  It worried her a little as it sounded like she was going to lose two hours of pay and every penny in her paychecks went towards something.

She was as broke as could be and making no ground up at all.

Locking the front door, she began breaking down the make table, emptying the toppings station into containers and taking the metal tins to the back for washing.  Miles was sitting at his desk, tabulating the numbers for the week.  All he needed were the numbers from that day to finalize the sales report and send it to corporate for review.

He walked out to the cash register – shutting it down, getting its receipt report and emptying the drawer of all cash.

“When you’re done closing down, please come to my office before leaving,” Miles said to Jessica before returning to his office and closing the door.

What was going on?  This was very much unlike him, shutting down early, closing the office door and now wanting a meeting with her.  He was always sociable and when she closed a shift with him, he usually assisted her in the shutdown cleaning and process.

Jessica got this job because she had met Miles on a kinky website.  They lived very close to each other and he offered her a job as she needed one desperately.  She had just moved to the area and got an apartment and was looking for work.

That was eight months ago.  And for as crazy as it may have seemed that she got a job because online, on an adult website, she stumbled across the general manager of a sub shop near her, it was actually a wonderful starting point.

Getting the mopping bucket and wheeling it up to the front of the store, she began the long process of mopping the floor.  It was the lengthiest part of closing.  And once she was done, she would have to carefully tiptoe out of the store to not leave footprints on the wet floor.  But on this night, the floor would be dry before she left … provided her meeting with Miles took a few minutes, at least.

While mopping, she thought back to quite a few nights of closing with him in the time she had worked there when they would sit down for a few minutes and share a little about their kinky selves. 

He explained he liked to have control over someone, having her comply to his commands without hesitation.  She explained she was submissive and enjoyed feeling like she was owned and controlled and kept.  It was a bit of a bond between them that they knew something personal about each other, like a naughty secret they never told anyone else. 

Finishing the mopping, she emptied the bucket in the back drain, rinsed out the rag mop and hung it up to dry.  Grabbing her purse and her car keys, she walked over to the closed office door and knocked.

“Come in,” he said from inside the office – Jessica opening the door, walking over to the seat in front of his desk and sitting down.  “Shut the door, please.”

Continue Reading …

20 Years

I just realized two days ago that I began writing my very first story on January 1st, 1999.  So I’ve been at it for 20 years. 3,679,310 words and 10,502 pages later, I believe I’ve only scratched the surface of what our four-letter common interest can provide us.  And I’m merely one fish in the sea, a member of a school I take pride in being a part of.

That first story was entitled: “The Diapered Female”.  Real creative name, huh? LOL  The story was about a college girl and boy who got together to spend a weekend trying out a fetish that the girl accidentally revealed to him when very drunken at a frat party.

I would post it online and would rewrite it for years as I kept exploring this new thing I had found called ABDL.  Years later, that story would be retitled: “When Fantasy Became Her Reality”.  Nowadays, that story appears in the book: Gabriel & Gina.

But I never believed I would keep writing stories.  Yet, they kept coming to mind and I kept typing them out, next posting a story entitled: “Overnight”.  This would later become book two in The Zeke & Lily Saga series.

Through the paperback-only era and right on into the ebook era, I have poured my heart into what I write.  Through relationships and the eventual massive growth of the ABDL community, I kept writing and writing and writing.

Some of the stories were based on real events in my life.  Others were the product of fantasies.  Others were the requests of people.

From romance to pure-n-innocence to dark BDSM themes – stories of sexuality, humiliation, diapers, spanking, diapers, little headspace, diapers, discipline, correction, bondage, forced regression, submission, relationships, love, hatred, marriage, public outings, medical fetish additives, encounters with zombies, futuristic sci-fi, dream elves, celebrities, fairy tales, diapers, bedtime tales, choose-your-own-adventures, demigods, nymphomaniacs, horror, pet play, Daddies-n-BabyGirls, Mommies-n-BabyBoys, Mommies-n-BabyGirls, babysitters, diapers, apartment scenarios, Lily, Mia, Rose, Penny, Lucy, Aria, Chelsea, Trisha, Dakota, Daisy, a girl named Love, Britney, a girl named Boo, Gina, a girl named Peaches, Sharon Lockett, Gabriel and Zeke …  the journey has been amazing.

I recall days when I would sleep for 6 hours and write for the other 18, nights when I would give up sleeping so I could finish a book by dawn and send it off into the publishing process to meet a specific deadline, conventions I would read the stories at, phone calls when I would read something to a dear sweet angel who was sent down to me from God Almighty at the absolute most-needed moment in my lifetime … and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it, looking back on it all now.

Well … perhaps I would have started sooner.

I thank each and every one of you for having been a part of my journey.  And this website will always be available for you to peruse.