Corey Cooper is the kind of over-achieving kid that everyone would hate if not for his enduring charisma but he has a secret. A 4.0 GPA star quarterback by day, by night Corey is the masked hero known as Tempest.
But that isn’t his secret. His secret is that he goes to bed each night fantasizing about being brainwashed into an obedient, horny, mindless sex slave by a supervillain. Particularly the hot, cruel, impossibly handsome Imperious.
“So it’s decided, then?” said the president of the Delta Sigma Nu fraternity, peering out the window of their frathouse office at the twerp standing on their manicured lawn, pissing on their grass. The rest of the officers were sitting in a semicircle around his desk, faces impassive, but clearly irritated.
“Well, he’s been evaluated,” said the secretary, waving around a sheaf of papers that had arrived from their biggest sponsor, Hierarch Industries, just this morning. “We know what he is. It’s just a matter of whether we want to teach him his place.”
“If you ask me,” said the treasurer, “for the sake of the Cause, we shouldn’t just pluck any random omega from the streets and educate them.” He rose from his seat and walked to the window. He stopped just behind the president and clenched his jaw. “But that little fucker is really getting on my nerves.”
The president turned around and winked at his partner, copping a feel of his treasurer’s Alpha ass. “You look cute when you’re angry, babe,” he said. The treasurer rolled his eyes. “But you know where my vote lies. So… How do we want to do this?”Read More »
Today marks my first day in self-inflicted chastity to learn how to be a better sub. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, so I don’t have anyone to be my “key holder” for the lock on my cock cage.
I was hoping that Hierarch Industries could point me in the direction of a big strong Alpha that I could serve and obey, who would be willing to help train me to be the best omega that I can be.