Marcia Fischer, Head of Accounting, hated having to work late. She had always prided herself on her efficiency; if there was more work to be done than usual she just buckled down and got it done—even if it meant skimping on her lunch hour—and was out of the office at 5:00 sharp every day. She had run the entire accounting department on the same principles, accepting no excuses or slacking off from her subordinates. She ha...

By request, something a little different this time, though the structure is similar to the previous Bedtime Stories. This is an office role-play scenario for you to act out and respond to while you listen. You will want to dress in office-casual clothing: skirt, button-front blouse, matching lingerie. Heels and stockings if you prefer but no pantyhose. You will also need a dildo (or equivalent) and a chair. Your comments...

By reader request, a new Bedtime Story. Submissive girls who enjoy following these audio instructions will want to begin listening while fully dressed and have a dildo (or something similar) nearby.Your comments and feedback are always welcome. --Zen.

The first two Bedtimes Stories were created for the woman who was my pet at the time. This new one has been created specifically for the enthusiastic listeners to the first two. I asked for suggestions and most of the responses I got contained the thought that my pet should be punished for something this time around. So since I've learned that many listeners enjoy following the instructions as they're given, I've arranged...

This is the second recording that was originally created for a pet of mine who lived far away. Like the first it's an interactive fantasy meant to allow the listener to imagine touching and being touched and being told what to do and say. The response to the first one was quite positive, so I hope everyone will enjoy this as well. Feedback is always welcome.

I must be crazy , Patti thought to herself. She didn't look crazy. In fact, she looked the opposite of crazy, if there was such a thing, although it was true she didn't look the way she normally did. At the moment, to the casual observer Patti might easily be mistaken for a librarian: her dark hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head, and she had on glasses and no make-up, and she was dressed in a long, conservati...

I originally created this audio for a pet who lived far away, so she could lie in bed, hear my voice and imagine that I was there with her. In it I guided her through an interactive fantasy of touching and being touched and of being told what to do and say. She loved it and listened to it many, many times. I ran across it again recently and thought that maybe other submissive (or even non-submissive) women might enjoy it...

SEX AND VIOLET By Zen Mackie Ah, Miss Shrinking Violet, what are we to do with you? So lovely, so submissive--and yet so shy. You must learn to serve me in public as you do when we’re alone. That’s why I’ve brought you to my favorite restaurant tonight. Isn’t it elegant...these intimate tables, the long white tablecloths, the candlelight? I thought you’d like it. I’m glad to see you’ve dressed as I’ve told you; that red s...

She was small, pretty and nervous. Her name was Tammy and she had huge blue eyes in a pixie face and shoulder-length chestnut hair. I don’t think she had any idea how attractive she was. Those beautiful blue eyes were usually hidden behind thick, squinty-looking glasses and she dressed like a nerd in baggy clothing that did nothing for her slim figure and she generally wore her hair in a ponytail. She didn’t really seem l...

That weekend there was a salsa band playing in the town square late one afternoon. Carol and I hadn’t planned to meet but I was passing by and had stopped to listen for a moment when I spotted her. She was standing near the front of the crowd that formed a semi-circle around the flatbed truck where the band was playing. Within the semi-circle a lot of people were dancing enthusiastically and I could see Carol was watching...

The incident in her classroom seemed to remove a lot of boundaries for Carol as a submissive, and she no longer fought the impulse when it came. In fact, she became very creative herself. Not long after that episode she called and asked me to come over, and when I arrived I found an envelope with my name on it taped to the door, and inside the envelope was a small key. There was no answer to my knock—but when I entered I...

Teaching Carol, Ch. 8 By Zen Mackie When Carol told me that she was going to have to make a presentation on Parent’s Night at her school I knew I’d have to do something to make it memorable for her. I didn’t tell her I was planning to attend; I simply arrived at her room about half an hour before the meeting was supposed to begin. She answered my knock on the door in a dress of dark maroon silk—or some fabric that looked...

Teaching Carol, Ch. 7 Saturday afternoon, a few days later. It was pouring rain. I made my way over to Carol’s dorm and knocked on her door, then let myself into her room. She had been sitting at her computer but jumped to her feet when she saw it was me. She was wearing dark yellow sweat-clothes with the university insignia on them. And her glasses. As I closed the door behind me I noticed something different out of the...

Teaching Carol, Ch. 6 by Zen Mackie Carol avoided me for a week or so—I assumed she was upset because of the incident at the library checkout desk. But I did nothing. She had enjoyed it—she may not have liked the fact that she enjoyed it, but she did—and that kind of enjoyment can be addictive. Sure enough, one night there was a knock on my door and there she was. She was wearing floral-patterned shorts and a white t-shir...

Although we actually did spend time together without doing anything sexual, it was obvious that the intensity of those encounters was what kept drawing us together. Carol was becoming more comfortable with her nature and seemed willing to try whatever I came up with. Some of things we did were improvised around the circumstances we found ourselves in; others were, for me at least, planned set pieces though I didn’t always...