Merry Christmas! If we connected on the Collar Me site, you might notice I'm no longer there. We disagreed on the TOS and I decided to leave rather than conform. No hard feelings, they own the site and make the rules. You conform, or you leave. You can reach me here if you so choose. I hope you had a great Christmas and an even better 2014!

Dana

Chastity: Creating a Stepford Husband

When Kim Pierce’s therapist told her, that her husband Kirk was exhibiting the classic signs of addiction, she said it was impossible. “Kirk rarely drinks. If he was on drugs, I’d notice the money.”

“Internet pornography is the fastest growing addiction in the U.S. among white males,” Dr. Grant said. “Internet pornography provides sexual arousal and stimulation, much the same way cocaine and other drugs do. The addict no longer has control of his behavior. Bold, positive steps must be taken to control the addict’s behavior, which include, removing or regulating access to the internet and controlling the addict’s ability to self-pleasure, and orgasm.”

“And how is that accomplished?”

“We need to control his masturbation. I don’t like the potential side effects of Depo-Provera and other pharmaceuticals that inhibit erections. I much prefer a mechanical barrier.”

“Mechanical barrier?”

“A chastity device, a form-fitted metal cage that encircles the penis, and is locked in place. He won’t be able to get an erection while wearing it, and he won’t be able to stimulate himself while his penis is encased in stainless steel.” Kim uses Dr. Grant’s system of forced chastity and behavior modification, to turn her husband into the perfect, devoted husband. A 13,000 word novelette.

Available at Amazon, Smashwords and other fine online retailers.

Sold in the Slave Market of Algiers -- From Able Seaman to Feminized Slave The Tale of Jacob West 

Wispy, blond-haired, Jacob West, found work on his uncle’s merchant ship Mercury, after his father was killed. He was nineteen, a grown man, but could have passed for thirteen, with a smooth, pretty face more suited for a young girl. But Jacob was the first out of his hammock when all hands was called, he forced himself to climb the rigging without looking down, he never complained about the lack of sleep or nonstop calls to enter the rigging, and kept his mouth shut unless he was asked a question. The kicks, blows with a rope’s end, and insults stopped after the first week, when he carried on instead of complaining. By the end of the second week, his messmates were saving his biscuit and salt-pork if he was last-man-down the mainmast. By the end of his first month, they treated the slim, smooth-faced lad, like a like one of their own. Blown off course by a mistral, they lose their convoy and their Royal Navy escort. Mercury is attacked by Barbary pirates and the crew taken prisoner. Jacob brings a fine price as he stands naked in the slave market of Algiers. Limited to only four wives, rich men of Algiers buy feminine looking men and keep them for entertainment. Jacob learns to please Ismail Abdullah, learns the seductive dance of the bacha bazi, and waits for his opportunity to escape. A 14,000 word novella.

Craving Chastity by Dana Drake

I daydreamed on the drive home from work, thinking about Rich’s comments. It never occurred to me that Monique wanting to see me with a man was a power thing. I thought it was humiliation. I drove right past the liquor store. Monique told me to pick up a bottle of Scotch whiskey for her to give a coworker as a retirement gift. We were attending a party for him at a bar downtown. I was so wrapped up in thought that I drove right by the store. Monique was fixing a salad when I walked in from the garage.

“Where is the bottle of Scotch?”

“Oh, shoot. I was so wrapped up, that I completely forgot about it.” Her expression darkened into one I’d never seen.

“You forgot to pick up my suit from the cleaners on Saturday. I think you need a reminder to focus on your responsibilities.”

“I’m sorry, Monique. I’ll run back out and get it.”

“You’re right you will; but not before I punish you.” I stared at her, stunned at the way she was talking to me. “Come with me.” She marched up the stairs to the spare bedroom. I followed her, feeling a mixture of regret for disappointing her, and fear. I’d never seen Monique angry. It was a side I didn’t know existed. “Undress,” she said standing beside a red leather hassock with her arms crossed over her chest. She’d changed into black slacks and a white blouse after work, to join her coworkers for drinks at seven.

I felt clumsy undressing in the room and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. “You’re not helping your case, Jason,” she snapped. I felt naked all of a sudden, even though I’d stopped wearing clothes at home almost two months before. “Kneel down and bend over the hassock.”

“What are you doing, Monique?” I heard her slide my belt out of my slacks.

“I’m disciplining you so you’ll focus.” She brought the doubled-up belt down hard across my buttocks. I cried out, more out of surprise than pain. The second blow hurt more than the first.

“Please, Monique.” SLAP. “Please stop.” SLAP “I’ll concentrate, I’ll do better.” SLAP, SLAP. She moved, to get my left buttock. SLAP. It hurt. I felt my penis begin to twitch and stiffen. It swelled, but was checked by its steel prison. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. She hit me a dozen times, hard. I was bracing for more when she dropped my belt.

“Get dressed and go the store. I’m leaving in forty-five minutes. You’re staying home as part of your punishment.” I listened to her heels on the oak staircase as I rubbed my stinging buttocks. I dressed quickly and bolted out the door without saying goodbye. I got back with ten minutes to spare, set the bottle and a gift bag I’d picked up on the table, and found Monique at her makeup table. I stood at the door.

“I apologize for letting you down today.” I kind of choked up. She stared at the mirror. “I’m sorry. I won’t let you down again.” She rose from her chair and walked past me without saying anything. I was going to follow her downstairs and apologize some more, but thought better of it. I undressed and went downstairs after I heard the garage door close.

 *****

I felt perfectly natural being naked and kneeling at her feet, wearing only a stainless steel chastity device. Being surrounded by a half-dozen female strangers somehow didn’t bother me. Submitting to a strong, beautiful woman just felt right. She had become my anchor. She brought order into my life, when it was careening out of control. Monique’s friends seemed totally nonplussed. Perhaps they were in female led marriages too, and were used to being waited on by nude, chaste men, and demanded and expected total obedience and submission from their partners. A 16,000-word novella about female-led-marriage and male submission. Available on Amazon

Craving-Chastity by Dana Drake

Smokin Hot Tranny

I write about forced feminization, cross dressing, and blurring gender definitions.

Nikki J. Madison lives it-- real life in real time. She has a fantastic blog:

 The Kinky Adventures of Nikki J. Madison

Check her out!

The Woman Inside Him -- A coming of age novella that blurs gender definitions

A young, tattooed man was having anal sex with a pretty, blonde woman on the 120-inch screen. Tom studied Dale as he stood at the door, wondering if he should go in or turn and run. Tom muted the movie and motioned him forward. Dale walked tentatively in the wedge sandals and stopped five feet in front of Tom. “Turn and let me see you from behind.” Dale blushed as he spun slowly around. “Come here.” Tom smelled of Scotch whisky, but was clear-eyed and definitely not tipsy. “Care for a drink?”

“Sure, I’m pretty nervous.” Tom patted the bench seat.

“Sit down.” He dropped two ice cubes in a tumbler and splashed light brown whiskey into it. He handed it to Dale and settled next to him on the seat. Dale jumped when Tom ran his fingers lightly over his thigh. “Ever been with a man?” Dale swallowed hard.

“No.” The word barely made it out of his lips.

“By the look of the bulge in that teddy, you want to.”

“I don’t know, Tom. I guess I’m scared.” Tom put his drink down and pulled Dale onto his lap.

“I was mad enough to kill you an hour ago. Now when I say I’m not going to hurt you, I mean it.” The wedge sandals dropped onto the floor. Tom ran his fingers over Dale’s smooth legs and caressed his left foot. “You’re very beautiful, Dale.” He caressed Dale’s upper arm, raising gooseflesh. He brushed Dale’s hair off his cheek and pulled him forward. Their first kiss was gentle, even romantic. Dale closed his eyes and relaxed his body as the big man took control of him. He didn’t resist when Tom pulled the teddy over his head, leaving him naked and vulnerable.

Tom pulled his tee shirt over his head and dropped his shorts onto the floor. Dale stared at his muscular body and tight fitting black underwear. His package looked huge. “Take them off.” Dale knelt in front of Tom and tugged at the black cotton briefs. Tom Reed was all man and all hard muscle. His thick, cut cock came to life as soon as the air hit it. Dale almost gasped as it began to swell. “Get to know it, sweetheart. It’s going to get to know you.” Dale leaned in, an inch from the beast. Tom shaved his scrotum and trimmed his pubic hair, exposing his large, low-hanging balls. Dale breathed in his musky scent and tentatively brought the large, mushroom-shaped head to his lips. “Ever sucked a cock, Dale?”

“No,” he whispered.

“Not yet,” Tom said as Dale pressed his lips against his spongy flesh. The shaft was hard, eight-inches, and had a large vein running along the top. The head was spongy, soft, and pliable. Dale opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Tom’s flesh. The salty taste of pre-cum, musky man scent, and hard flesh created the perfect storm in Dale’s head. I am a cock-sucking tranny, he told himself. He grabbed his own hard cock and began to masturbate himself.

Tom lifted him up by the shoulders, turned him around, and made him kneel on the padded bench, with his elbows on the backrest. Dale gasped as he felt Tom’s big hands spread his buttocks, and strong fingers massage his anus. “Oh, god,” Dale said out loud as Tom knelt behind him and pressed his tongue against the pink ring of flesh. “Oh, god that feels good, Tom.” The big man caressed his smooth legs and buttocks as he worked over Dale’s ass hole with his tongue. Dale arched his back and pressed back.

Dale looked over his shoulder when Tom suddenly stopped pleasuring him. He watched the big man spread lube over his stiff cock, tear open a gold foil pack, and roll a condom over his penis. His cock was massive, even bigger than Evelyn’s black dildo. He spread lube over the condom and then fingered Dale, first sticking in one finger, then two, then three. Tom draped a towel over the bench seat and sat down on it. He held Dale by the hips and moved him so that he straddled Tom’s thick, muscled thighs. “I want you to do this at your own pace, Dale.” Tom sucked on Dale’s nipples as he reached behind his back and guided Tom’s cock between his slick butt-cheeks. He rocked and rotated his hips, tightening and then loosening his sphincter muscle, easing himself down on Tom’s flesh pole.

Tom held him gently, almost reverently. So this is how a gentleman treats a lady. Where did the anger go? An hour ago he was ready to kill me. Dale raised and lowered his bottom until his buttocks was flat against Tom’s thighs. “I need a kiss, Tom, please.” Their tongues danced a ballet as Dale rocked on Tom’s hard cock, luxuriating in the feel of Tom’s hairy chest and hard muscles against his smooth skin. Tom held him close, and stood without pulling out. Dale wrapped his long legs around Tom’s waist. Tom turned and gently lay Dale on the bench, pulled Dale’s feet to his chest and began fucking Dale with a slow, easy rhythm. Dale’s smooth skin and painted toenails contrasted with Tom’s beefy, hairy chest.

“I’m going to come, now, Tom, Dale said in a throaty whisper.” Dale masturbated himself and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Tom’s massive cock sliding in and out of his anus. Tom kissed his toes as he climaxed, spurting semen over his chest. Tom pulled out, removed the condom, and leaned over Dale’s supine body.

“Open up.” Dale opened his mouth as the big man closed his eyes and masturbated himself. Dale willingly, even greedily, took Tom’s huge load. He’d never tasted semen before and it thrilled him to the bone. He waited for Tom to open his eyes to slightly open his mouth and then swallow. He wanted Tom to see it. Tom collapsed on the bench and pulled Dale to him. “You were good, Dale.” Dale leaned against Tom’s firm body.

“So were you.”

 The Woman Inside Him by Dana Drake

No Choice but Chastity -- a novella that explores a man's pornography addiction and his mother-in-law's draconian methods of curing him

“Good evening, John. Ready for another night of surfing pornographic websites and sodomizing yourself?” The air rushed out of my lungs, as if I was being pulled beneath the surf.

“Wha... what are you talking about?”

“The sex toy, the pink rubbery sex toy, you shove up your butt. Don’t deny it. I saw the emails and the photos you sent your, a, friends.”

“What were you doing, snooping around on my computer?”

“Don’t change the subject, John.”

“You don’t have the right...”

“I’m not the police. I’m the mother of your wife and the grandmother of your children, that is, if you can find time to perform your duties as a husband.” She rose and threw the magazine on the couch. “I have every right to protect my daughter from a man who is out of control and engaging in perversion.”

“Does Marsha know?”

“Not yet. I thought I’d give you the chance to tell her yourself, before I do.” I broke into a sweat. The sour scent of my own fear invaded my nostrils.

“There is no need for this, Faye, I promise you...”

“Oh, you’re not going to pull that on me, mister.” She took three quick steps and closed on me in an instant. She moved just far enough into my personal space, to put me on edge. Faye is a tall woman, about five feet, nine-inches. In her heels, she looked down at me. “I’m not going to let you ruin Marsha’s life. I’m going to try and salvage yours at the same time.” Faye looked me straight in the eyes. The aroma of her perfume mixed with my own fear. “But if I have to destroy you in order to save her, I’ll do it.” I stepped back, away from her, and took a deep breath. “There was always something about you, John. You are always on the computer, even when we rented the beach house last summer. We’d all be on the beach or in the pool, and you’d be in on the computer. Something always gnawed at me. When I saw a talk show about pornography addiction, it all came into focus. I bought a special memory stick that scans hard drives and captures pornographic images, chat streams, and emails. I collapsed into a chair.

“That’s illegal!”

“Maybe for the police, but not for me.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I spent over twenty years treating men like you. I know exactly what to do, and from now on you are under my care and will follow my directions.”

“What if I don’t?” She looked down at me with contempt blazing in her blue-gray eyes.

“I’m going to tell her. And I’m going to show her the filthy pictures of you in panties with the pink sex toy sticking out of your butt. I’m going to share the messages you sent to that woman in New York, asking her to spank you and make you wear panties.” My head started spinning. I clutched the chair to steady myself. “You have a choice, John. Follow my orders and I’ll tell Marsha you came to me, asking for help. She needn’t know the details. If you don’t follow my orders, I’ll show her everything. I’ll also bring in the police, just for good measure.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” I bolted into the powder room, dropped to my knees and vomited, and then dry heaved six or seven times. I washed my face and rinsed out my mouth, then went back to the living room. Faye was laying out pieces of plastic on the coffee table.

“Take down your pants, John.” A wave of heat flashed through my chest and face.

“What?” I clenched my fists until I thought my fingers would break. Faye’s cold stare cut my to the bone.

“Take down your pants, now!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the couch. I unbuckled my belt under her withering stare. I pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned my pants. “Drop them.” I exhaled and let my cotton slacks fall down to my ankles. She sat on the couch. “Over my knee.”

“Are you kidding me, Faye?” With my pants around my ankles, I couldn’t walk. I tried to sidestep and lost my balance. Faye caught me and pulled me over her knees. In an instant she jerked my shorts down and landed an open-palmed blow to my butt. SLAP. “Oww! Let me go!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “Stop it. Stop hitting me!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. I tried to break loose. I reached back to block her blows, but she pinned my wrists with her forearm. I couldn’t believe she was that strong.

“You can’t discipline yourself,” Faye spit the words out through her clenched teethe. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “So I’ll have to do it for you.” My bare butt stung from the blows. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

“Stop, Faye. Please stop. I’ll do whatever you say.” SLAP, SLAP. She slid me off her lap onto the floor. I bumped my head against the coffee table. I lay there for a moment gasping, trying to catch my breath. Faye stood over me and stared down. A stab of panic swept through me as my eyes refocused from her stony face to my erect penis.

“This is worse than I thought.”

“No, it isn’t like that, Faye.” She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. I got to my feet, pulled up my pants, and rubbed my stinging butt. She was back with a wet washcloth before I could get my belt buckled.

“Take them down again, if you don’t want a repeat performance.” I drew in a breath to steady myself. “Come over here.” She sat on the couch. I stepped in front of her and opened my pants. Faye pulled down my shorts. My half-flaccid penis jumped. She pressed the cold washcloth against my skin. I jumped. She dropped the washcloth and picked up a six-inch by half-inch piece of clear plastic. “Know what this is, John?”

“No.”

“It’s male chastity device. It locks around your penis. It’s called a Kali’s Teeth device.” She held it up and turned it over. “These rows of tiny spikes line the inside. If you get an erection they press into the skin as your penis swells.”

“Oh, no. You’re not putting that on me, Faye.”

“You’d rather I show Marsha the pictures of that thing you shoved in your anus? Did it feel good?” I felt the blood rush out of my head and thought I might faint as she wrapped the plastic around my penis, just tight enough that I couldn’t slip it off over the glans. She threaded a plastic wire tie though the ends and locked it, then trimmed the tie. She tugged to test it.

“Oww! That hurts!”

“Not as bad as it will get if you get an erection.”

“So what about that, I’m I forbidden from having sex with my wife?” A wave of indignation swept over me. I felt like I was defending Marsha. Faye stood suddenly and my courage went out the window.

“After Marsha hears about your addiction, I doubt she’ll want to have sex with you for a while.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell her.”

“I said no such thing. I told you I wouldn’t show her the photographs, emails, or chat-streams.” I felt a sudden flash of brilliance.

“I erased all of it Friday night. I bought a program that scrambles deleted data and images, to where they are useless. It meets Department of Defense standards. You can tell Marsha anything you want. I’ll deny everything. It’s your word against mine.” I gave her as evil a smile as I could muster. “I’ll invite her to take the computer to a technician, and have him search for what you’re accusing me of having. It’s not there.” I felt emboldened. “I’m going to get the scissors and cut this thing off.” Faye laughed out loud.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I worked with patients and clients like you for over twenty years. Most of them were smarter than you are, John. They had enough sense to hedge their bets and not shoot their mouths off. Let me show you something.” I followed her to the den. She sat in the chair, opened the browser, and clicked on the open all tabs command. My six favorite pornographic sites opened immediately. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest.

“The special thumb drive I scanned your hard drive with, not only found the pornographic images and messages, it copied them.” She turned and gave me a wicked smile. “You can clean your hard drive all you want. I have the evidence.” I hung my head, trying to put together the words for Marsha. I felt like I might vomit again, but I knew there was nothing in my stomach to heave-up.

No Choice But Chastity by Dana Drake 

Feminized by a Felon -- a novella about a young lawyer who is blackmailed when his computer is stolen

Feminized by a Felon

By Dana Drake

Wade Beck is thirty-three, slim, and single, with a thriving law practice. Women covet his smooth, creamy skin, cinnamon colored hair, and find his shy smile disarming. But he has a secret that his partners at the law firm don’t know. When the ex-convict, who cleans their office, steals Beck’s laptop, he finds photos of Beck wearing makeup, high heels, and lingerie, playing with sex toys. Beck has no choice but to comply with his demands for sex. Beck becomes maid, waitress, and sex slave for the ex-con and his low-life friends.