Loser Locked, Tracked, and Shocked (Chastity | Public | Humiliation)

By Marina Lacey

When Sara meets Vincent, she knows that her fantasies are about to become reality. She has dreamed of taking complete ownership of a man, mind, body, and spirit. Vincent, an unattractive loser of a man, will provide her that opportunity, but will he be truly ready to commit? After all, Sara fancies herself a demanding Mistress and expects a fully attentive and submissive slave. Vincent's ownership will start with chastity, but Sara has a few more tricks up her sleeve. This chastity device contains a tracking device and wireless shocker, allowing Sara to remind Vincent of his ownership at any time or place.

Loser Locked, Tracked, and Shocked is an erotic short with themes of chastity, public humiliation, and electro play with a beta male slave. 6,755 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Room Books
• Release date: Mar 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463395332

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Loser Locked, Tracked, and Shocked

By Marina Lacey

Copyright 2019 Marina Lacey

Smashwords Edition

Cover image courtesy of Paul Lucas

https://www.flickr.com/photos/8269539@N04/30640768327/

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Vincent arrived at exactly 8 o'clock. He had been so precise with his timing that Sara suspected he must have waited outside until the exact moment. He was a plump man, somewhere between his mid-forties and fifty, thinning on top and likely a little shorter than Sara would be in heels. His hands were clasped in front of his round belly, squeezing intermittently to signal his nervousness.

'Hello', he muttered. One hand almost came free of the other to extend, as if reaching for a handshake, but quickly returned to its place. 'I'm Vincent', he said.

Rolling back her shoulders and pushing forward her chest, Sara stepped aside and held the door. 'Just on time', she said with a smile. 'That's what I like to see.'

Even Vincent's walk betrayed his nerves, and as he awkwardly shuffled into the main hall, a thought of satisfaction entered Sara's mind. Vincent was nervous just looking at her. She knew, as did he, that she was far out of his league. She smiled as she guided him to the living room and then offered him a drink before moving to the kitchen. She'd let him wait there for a moment. Let his nerves stir and await her return. She knew at first sight that Vincent was the kind of man she could walk all over, and that he'd be grateful for it.

And as Sara prepared his drink, she felt a rush of power reach her head, a pleasurable wave of soft dizziness.

What would she have him do? She had experimented with lovers in the past, but those had been fun, sexy games. She had tied and teased men. She had made them please her before begging for release, but never before had she taken part in such an explicit dominant relationship. Vincent would not be her boyfriend and was under no allusion that he would be. She had