Welcome all New Level Two Students

This is your basic Task here

I want you to write a short story --much as you did in level one

But-------------I do not want you to use any Grammar or Spell check on it or Proof readers


Post it here in level two ----:ty

(this is a continuation of a story I'm in the process of writting; I hope that's ok...if you want me to write something esle just let me know and I'll do it.)



Waking up, Kissy was confused. There were arms around her: large, strong, masculine arms. As she gently rolled over to see the owner of these extremities, the memories of last night flooded her. Oh, right, she thought. Trying to anyalize the sistuation. Being inudated with mass amounts of emotions, she decided that she must do something, she needed time to think.

Carefully removing herself from his grasp, she began the search for her clothes. Finding them wrinkled, ripped, and stained, she realized she couldn't wear them. She saw his clothes lain nicely on a chair near by, so she grabbed his shirt and put it on.

Inhaling deeply she could smell him. God he smelled good, a cross of deep masculine musk and his spicy cologne. Taking one last look at the man who had assulted her to her hearts content last night, she left the room.


Jon woke up to an empty bed. He saw that last night wasn't a dream by the rumpled bed clothes and a set of ruined woman's clothes setting on the foot of the bed. But where was this naked woman? Getting up, he put on his dirty pants, feeling the stiffness of the material where his fluids last night had left their remains. Failing to find his shirt, he shrugged and went to the bathroom.

After a shortened morning routine, he made his way to the kitchen, praying there wasn't an officer waiting to dine with him. He went to far last night, but damn it she enjoyed it last night. Morning afters were a bitch.

Coming down the stairs in the kitchen, he was stunned. On his table sat serving for two, omlets, toast, juice, even fresh fruit. Looking around he saw a delectable little rump peaking out from his shirt bending over into the frigde.

As kissy turned around she nearly dropped the jelly she was holding. Ok, maybe last night was good for her. Hell when was the last time a woman cooked breakfast for him? It must have been sensational for her too.



Not knowing what to say to him, Kissy avoided looking directly at him and his glorious masculine chest. Did I go to far making breakfast? He doesn't look pleased. Stealing her nerves she cast a glance at his face. Expelling a breath of releif she thought well he looks more hungery for me than his food. That's good, right?


Still not exchanging a word, Jon sat at the table as she added the last of the condements. When she began to pull out a chair for herself, Jon decided to play it to the hilt and see how she'd react. "Did I say you could sit with me?"

She looked startled, although Jon couldn't decide whether it was from the broken silence or the words themself. After a painful second, she pushed the chair back to the table and went to stand by the counter. So far so good. "When I speak to you pet, answer me."

The whispered reply was almost too quiet to be heard, "Sorry, Sir. I didn't know what to say. I will try to do better in the future for you."

This was almost too good to be true for Jon. "Next time speak up, pet. Now come kneel by me so I can feed you." For a split second he thought she'd refuse, but to his surprise, she kneeled beside him, even if her eyes said she wanted to murder him.

After eating about half of his plate, he pulled hers toward hime and put some of the delicous omlet on a fork and started to feed her. Stroking her soft snarled hair every once in a while. She was a true gift.


Kissy couldn't believe she was being fed like this, nor could she comprend why she felt treasured while he was humiliating her this way. When done he got up, Was she supposed to get up too? He hadn't said anything. So she sat their in the straining silence while he cleared the table, put the dishes in the washer, and acted as if she wasn't kneeling here by his chair half naked.

After a few more minutes the strain on her nerves almost made her cry out and demand he explain what was happening. As she battled the war for control inside, he was watching her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it became clear she desperately needed to please this man. If it pleased him for her to sit like a dumby then by god she'd sit here until the floor rotted away.



Jon couldn't believe what he was seeing. He saw the war in her eyes. The desperation of her wanting to get up, to speak, to do something. He also saw the her need for him. This amzed him. 24 hours ago she was just a vanilla girl, wanting to explore herself. Today she was going to start the transistion to being his slave. He'd keep her as long as she'd allow.

Leevl 2, Assignment 1:

I drove slowly through the seedy warehouse district near the docks, listening to the drum of the rain on the top of my car, and the rhythmic beat of the wiper blades on the rain covered windshield. It was difficult to make out the numbers because of the dim lighting, the low visibility caused by the sudden down pour, and the fact that the paint on the ominous row of warehouse structures had long since faded since last receiving any attention. After making the last turn, traffic had dropped off perceptively despite the fact that it was a Saturday evening. Finally I was able to make out the address I was seeking, 3612 Dockside.

The previous Saturday, I had accepted an invitation from a submissive friend to attend an educational seminar at a local public BDSM club. While a novice to the lifestyle, I was very intrigued and interested in CBT. As I stood fascinated, observing a CBT demonstration, a hand brushed my arm and I turned to see a very attractive woman dressed in business attire, as though she had stopped off on the way home from work. Even in the professional jacket and skirt, she was obviously had very ample breasts and long silky legs. She had beautiful straight long blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. “Hello, I’m Emily,” she said, offering her hand. As she spoke she smiled, a smile that touched even her lovely large green eyes. I took her offered hand, with long sensuous fingers with perfectly manicured long nails, painted a bright shade of red, in my own. Clumsily, I bowed slightly and gently brushed her hand with my lips, and then introduced myself. “Haven’t seen you here before have I?” she inquired. “No, Ma’am,” I replied nervously, “This is my first visit, I came at the invitation of a friend,” I added. “You seem fascinated with the demonstration,” she observed. “Have you experienced CBT?” “No, Ma’am, I am very new to the scene, but I had until today only read about the subject.” We then turned our attention back to the demonstration and watched together until it was concluded. We engaged in polite conversation for several minutes during which she asked the usual questions like where I worked, where I lived, and what interests I had.

After a while she said, “I’m about to leave but I’d love some coffee just now.” “There is a nice little coffee shop a few blocks from here.” “Unless you have plans, I’d love you to join me.” “We could talk a bit more.” “Well,” I stuttered in surprise. “I’d love to but I rode with the friend I came with.” “That’s not a problem,” she laughed. “After coffee, I could drop you by your place as it really isn’t much out of my way.” “Wonderful,” I exclaimed. “I’d love to join you.” We walked out of the club and she escorted me to a late model black BMW. She slid behind the wheel as I climbed into the passenger seat. We drove the few blocks to the coffee shop she had mentioned. Over coffee, we talked for nearly two hours. I was fascinated by her as I found her not only beautiful, but very intelligent, warm, and a great conversationalist. During the conversation she revealed to me that she was a lifestyle Dominatrix and explained a good deal about the subject of CBT to me. Finally, the time came to leave and we got back into her car for the drive to my place. When we arrived in front of my building, I thanked her and told her what a delightful time I had had getting acquainted and for the ride home. “Just a thought,” she said, as I was getting out of the car. I have space rented in a warehouse area and have furnished my own private dungeon there.” “If you would be interested in dropping by next Saturday evening, I’d be happy to help further your CBT education with a little practical experience.” “Wonderful,” I replied. “I’d enjoy that very much.” “Good,” she said, handing me a business type card. “You will find the address here, and please meet me there at 9:00 PM.” Arrangements made, we said goodnight and she drove away.

The time had come and I walked tentatively towards the large steel entry door. At the bottom, I noticed what appeared to be an over sized “doggie” door. Pushing it with my foot, I saw that it swung on hinges towards the interior. As I was about to knock on the door, I saw a note taped to the door at eye level. The note read, “Remove all of your clothing, including underwear outside this door. Crawl through the swinging door at the bottom, leave your clothing at the door, and crawl on all fours along the painted white line until you find your next set of instructions.” I looked around nervously, not being much for exhibitionism, but satisfied there was no one about, I quickly stripped off my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and boxer shorts. I rolled the articles of clothing into a neat package using my pants and then stopped and crawled through the “doggie” door. Once inside I peered down the dimly lit corridor ahead. By the light of burning torches placed in holders along the walls, I was able to make out the painted line on the floor. The torches cast ominous shadows on the walls adding to my feelings of anxiety. I left my clothing by the door and naked, crawled on all fours along the painted line. After several hundred feet I encountered a second note left on the floor next to the painted line. It read, “Lie flat on your back with your legs bent and spread as wide as possible. Support your legs by grasping them behind the bend of your knees with your hands. I will be along shortly to inspect the merchandise.” I did as instructed, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

Not bad spelling and grammar ---you did misspell Level---lol

if you did that with out spell or grammar check ---my hat is off to you ---no typos ----

Level 2 Writing Assignment.

(I hope I am doing this correctly... if not let me know right away)


The ends of his fingertips caressed over the soft of her cheek, brushing away the gentle tears that trailed from the corner of her eye. The touch was soft and warming over her skin, enough that the girl almost pressed to his hand… How in the world had this come to pass…? His eyes were as cold as frosted steel, bearing unto her soul with a fierceness that would still wolves in their dens. Argentus was the Name he had told her, and Power was the word that defined his very being. Silver eyes looked on her in a mix of eager passion, and growing fury… but he was withholding… Why?

The night air was cool and pricked over her skin, the breeze kissing her body as it passed over her and pulled her tresses. The faint moonlight glistening against her body, highlighting her contours and daring to touch over the man’s own. A head taller than her he was, but not to be mistaken for a weakling. His large muscled body cornered her within the darkness of the alley and a fine beauty she was in his eyes, with her ebony burgundy hair, thick and weaving against her shoulders. Wonderful, worried lavender eyes, as quiet and delicate as lilac petals… a beautifully curved body, warm and heated even against the cold of night… full parted lips, the tremble upon them.. faint and deliciously subtle. He wanted to kiss her, but no.. not yet.

Lyset was her name, and thrice now he’d had the pleasure of being so close to her form. The first, to save her, the second by chance, and each time- her very eyes ignited within him a blazing fire that smoldered into a dark resolve. He would have her. Tonight he had followed her unseen, remembering her words when he had done away with the cowards that had tried to ravish the girl… ‘Whatever you ask of me, is yours…’ Now, he would claim his prize.. It made his muscles tense with desire, for now, she would Always be his.

“Be mine…” He repeated. The words were slow, cautious in trying to silence the rising anticipation while remaining unwavering and dark in tone. “Lyset.”

For the first time, she truly looked to him, eyes widening slightly as though awakened now that the meaning of his request was beginning to form in her mind. It frightened her enough that her back pushed further against the stone wall, sending a rippling chill up her spine. Her breath caught in her throat that she could hardly speak, her words leaving her in a broken whisper. “No..” She shook her head as she stared straight into his eyes. “..I cannot.”

Patience. She knew in her heart she owed him this, he would Not be turned away. It was unacceptable. There was a subtle rage burning in his eyes, straining himself further as to not hurt the girl. His voice grew raspy and tinged with anger as he spoke a little louder, leaning in as he did so. “Be Mine, Lyset…” One hand pressed harder against the wall above her, and as though she felt his wrath, she winced and slowly turned her face away from him.

Realizing he needed to pace with her, his expression softened, letting his fingers graze over the hollow of her neck. Such silky skin, delicately bronzed under the sun… He must have her… but he would take her [i]willingly[i].

Lyset’s heart pounded within her chest, body rigid from fear. She was bound by her oath, but this… How could she give in to these demands… Would she see her family, would she be forever bound…? She wanted to cry for an answer, or for someone to find her… bring her away from this monster of a man, who had times before seemed so passionate and kind. Could this be the same man that had cared for her?

His fingers rose to lift and turn her chin. She felt vulnerable against him, his body warm and pressing against her… His eyes, full of longing and desperate need in their hardened austerity. They were hypnotic, silver stars that seemed to shine with brilliant light under the shadows that bound them in the bliss of the darkness. How could she turn away… His jet black tresses clung to his forehead, taut kissable lips, dark tanned skin… His might flowed through him as though he were empowered by a God, and nonetheless majestic and controlled.

“I-“ She stopped herself, then was suddenly filled with a calming determination, still afraid but not as unsure as she was before. The brightness of her eyes changed, though she remained caught in her apprehension. Argentum seemed to stiffen, muscles clenching as he waited her answer with a furious intensity that made her hesitate once more. The moment lingered, before she took in a breath, watching him now with a slight admiration. “I will… I will be yours.”

“Excellent." His eyes burned into hers, and for the first time, a small grin appeared over his lips. "Let us begin.”

Sorry to double, but did I put this in the right or wrong place? And if its wrong where do I put it?