The Fantasy Project

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After Madeline volunteers for the Mind Bank project, she discovers that her spanking and discipline fantasies will be collected and used for research… and her former boyfriend will have access to her files.

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When Madeline Stillwater agrees to volunteer for the Mind Bank project, she does so thinking her services will never be required. But when technology accelerates and the Psychology Department of her university begins “collecting” volunteers’ fantasies, she faces a dilemma. Her colleague and good friend Marcus Dimitri assures her that her sadomasochistic fantasies are perfectly normal, but Maddy is terrified that her former boyfriend – a psychologist eager to work on the project – will access her collection and learn the truth she tried to deny when they were together. Will Maddy’s secret be safe? And where will she turn when her fantasies come crashing into the only reality she knows?

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She kneeled in front of him, her head bowed, her hands clasped at the small of her back. The air conditioning was on, and the tips of her pendulous breast, hanging like ripe fruit, were tight and sore from both the cold and the tension.

She could feel his eyes on her, but did not raise hers to his. He?d told her when her training began that she could only speak when spoken to, could only meet his gaze when he commanded it. So she kept her eyes on his shoes. They were Italian leather, expensive, just like the rug she knelt on.

He was circling her, his footfall silent on the rug. She could feel his presence, feel the authority that exuded from him. It made her feel dizzy with fear and desire. She felt her pussy throb, even as her heart fluttered rapidly in her chest.

?Look up.? He was in front of her now and the first thing she saw was the top of his thighs. Her gaze crawled up, past the fly of his trousers, slightly bulged out, up past his sweater, up to the handsome face that looked down at her.

He kneeled down and reached out to clutch one of her breasts. ?Your nipples are hard. The cold air causes a reaction when it licks a woman?s tits.? He paused, rubbing a finger across the sensitive nub. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. ?Do you fantasize about me licking them??

She kept her eyes down.

?Speak!?

She jumped at his tone. ?Y-yes,? she stammered. ?I have. I do??

He stood up. ?That?s good, Kitten. A woman?s thoughts should always be on her master above all else. Always.?

He said the last words softly, reflectively. She knew he was experienced in training submissives; that was why she had sought him out. All she?d ever wanted was to live as a slave for one man, to be at his beck and call, to live by his leave, to feel his tender touch when she pleased him and his lash when she did not.

?Stand up.?

She unclasped her hands from behind her, put the palms on the floor and gracefully pushed up to stand before him. Her hands went to the top of her head as he told her they should when standing for inspection.

He walked around her again. And again. He stopped in front of her and leaned down, licking first one nipple and then the second to hard, aching peaks. She felt her pussy throb and swell and moisten. His hand came to rest on her belly and then his fingers trailed down to the shaven cleft. He knelt; his hands on her hips and his tongue blazed a trail from her navel down to the top of her slit.

?Wait.? Her hands moved to his shoulders, staying him. It was a moment of modesty, a reaction. But she knew right away she?d made a terrible mistake.

He stood, took a step back and looked at her, his gray eyes narrowed in disapproval.

?Never, ever push me away. Never, ever tell me to wait. Never, ever tell me to do anything. I am the Master. Not you.?

?Master, please?? She started to beg for mercy but an icy look from him killed the words in her throat. He was pointing at the sofa and she knew what he wanted. She walked over on shaky legs and leaned over the back of it, her hands touching the seat on the other side. She parted her thighs, as he always required during punishment. She could hear the belt as it whipped from the loops of his pants and she whimpered softly in fearful anticipation, even as her pussy contracted hungrily at the possible promise of his cock filling her afterwards.

She heard the hiss of the belt, felt the burn of it across her lower buttocks. She cried out but did not move, keeping the beautiful arch to her back that he required. He hit her again, brutally and cruelly in the same place and her thighs quivered from the effort to hold her position.

Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed softly as the leather of the belt hissed and bit, hissed and bit. And then it was over and she heard the jingle of the buckle as he refastened the belt around his waist.

?Stand up and turn around.?

She did, keeping her tear-filled eyes strained on the floor.

?Look at me.?

She obeyed. It was hard to believe that the angelic-looking blonde-haired man looking at her could be so terribly, unrelentingly strict.

?Are you ready to do as you are told??

?Yes, Master.?

He walked over and put his hands on her shoulders. His eyes were commanding as they held hers for a second and then he knelt and she felt his tongue snake into her cleft. His hands went around and grabbed her buttocks in a vice-like grasp as he found the tender nub of her clit and captured it in an exquisitely painful sucking bite. She groaned and whimpered but held still, feeling her head swim from the mingling of pain and pleasure. Then he stood and spun her around, pushing her forward so suddenly she would have surely fallen across the couch onto the floor had he not caught her hips. The Master sunk himself into her to the hilt and she screamed into the couch cushion as she weathered this unexpected yet delicious assault. Again she arched her back, thrusting back to meet him in the way she knew he liked.

?Ask me,? he said.

?Please!? she cried. ?Please cum inside of me! Please honor me??

?Good girl.? He collapsed on her, his body and his cock convulsing in spasms that mirrored her own.

A clatter broke through her thoughts. Madeline Stillwater blinked, reached for her head and pulled the helmet off. Her eyes blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the bright lights of the lab. She sat up, reaching into her gown to pull the censors from her chest.

?You OK, Maddy??

She looked up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

?I?m fine. It?s just so weird when the uninhibitors wear off so suddenly.? She swung her legs over the side of the bed. She could still feel moisture between her legs.?

Dr. Marcus Dimitri left his booth, no longer a disembodied voice, and walked to the table near her bed. Picking up a paper cup and plastic pitcher, he poured her some water.

?Here,? he said.

She took a few sips.

?Better??

?I can?t do this anymore, Marcus.? She shook her head as she handed him the cup.

?Don?t be ridiculous, Maddy. You don?t have a choice.? His voice was sympathetic but firm. ?I know it?s hard, being part of this. And it can be embarrassing??

?No, you don?t know.? She looked at Marcus and frowned. He had been her senior advisor when she?d decided to go into Deep Psychology. The program was competitive, and by the time she was ready to pursue her doctorate she worried she couldn?t afford it. At the time, Mind Banking was still in development and so when she was offered a reduced tuition rate if she agreed to volunteer should it come into existence, Maddy had agreed. She?d almost forgotten her agreement when she got a letter from the department head informing her that the first experimental Mind Bank was operational. She would be required to sign a confidentiality agreement, undergo a complete physical and make herself available twice a week for what they antiseptically called ?collections.? To aid in these collections she would be required to take a cocktail of medications that would include both a sedative and an ?uninhibitor,? that would relax her body and allow her mind to flow with her deepest, most intimate thoughts. It was hoped that Mind Bank technology could eventually be used in military intelligence as well as in police investigations where lives were at stake.

The letter hit her like a ton of bricks as she realized what she?d done. She had agreed to be a guinea pig, to expose to others what most would keep private. Now, sitting on the bed beside Dr. Dimitri, she could only feel the regret anew.

?Look, Maddy,? he said with a sigh. ?I?m sure it?s embarrassing, but if it?s any consolation you aren?t the only woman to harbor sadomasochistic fantasies??

She looked at him, suddenly feeling sick with the realization of what he was saying. ?You?ve?watched them??

He laughed. ?Maddy, it?s what I do. I collect and analyze the data. You?re known as Subject C. It?s all completely anonymous.?

?Not if someone else sees the recordings, Marcus. I?m not fantasizing that I?m someone else. I?m fantasizing that it?s me. And my god?if it ever got out??

?Security is very tight here. And if any of this concern regards Dr. Wellington??

Maddy turned to him. ?Greg? What about him??

?You haven?t heard? He?s being transferred to this department.?

Maddy just stared, hoping she?d heard wrong.

?No?. Dr. Dimitri?no!? She slid off the table, pulling the last of the leaders off her arms and casting them aside. She put her hands on a nearby table and hung her head down, closing her eyes against the news. She and Greg Wellington had been embroiled in a tumultuous affair that had frankly scared her to death. Maddy had always been afraid of losing control, but with Greg she came close. He was a dominant personality, and a dominant man and it was with him that she allowed herself to fantasize about being fully submissive, something she?d resisted all her adult life.

She?d broken up with Greg because she didn?t know how much longer she could deny those desires. She?d told him it was because they were just incompatible sexually. He?d been very open about wanting to tie her up, to spank her. He was very comfortable with his dominant tendencies and told her he saw in her a yin to his yang. But she told him he was crazy and was determined that he would never find the truth. She?d worked too long and too hard to submit to any man, in or out of bed. It was 2037, after all; women had worked hard to achieve the egalitarian society they enjoyed. She could not justify indulging what she saw as a personal weakness.

?You can?t deny what you really are,? he?d said at their last night together.

?I?m not what you think I am,? she shot back. ?And you?re a fucking perv.?

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8 reviews for The Fantasy Project

  1. Alicia (verified owner)

    Short but good about a woman who needs money for her degree agrees to let a new company collect her fantasyies. She thought she was safe as she never expected them to get off the ground but unfortunately for her it did and she had to pay the piper. Except someone decides to make her fantasies a reality and she has to figure out who it is. Is it her ex who now is on the project or someone else she never believed would be into her kink.

  2. Alicia (verified owner)

    Short but good about a woman who needs money for her degree agrees to let a new company collect her fantasyies. She thought she was safe as she never expected them to get off the ground but unfortunately for her it did and she had to pay the piper. Except someone decides to make her fantasies a reality and she has to figure out who it is. Is it her ex who now is on the project or someone else she never believed would be into her kink.

  3. Evelyn

    Nice story but wish it had been longer as we could have seen more chahracter development instead of just being told how everything turned out.

  4. Evelyn

    Nice story but wish it had been longer as we could have seen more chahracter development instead of just being told how everything turned out.

  5. TG (verified owner)

    I am not usually in to these type of stories, however, I think the plot was fascinating.

  6. TG (verified owner)

    I am not usually in to these type of stories, however, I think the plot was fascinating.

  7. Kendra Trafton

    Nice story but definilty would have been better if things had been played out in a longer story instead of just being summurized at the end. Good premise though with an interesting twist.

  8. Kendra Trafton

    Nice story but definilty would have been better if things had been played out in a longer story instead of just being summurized at the end. Good premise though with an interesting twist.

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