A young couple meet in a psychiatric institution at Group Therapy for those with psychotic tendencies. With both attractive and having similar kinky, deviant sexual preferences among other commonalities, they quickly fall in love and marry. Their conditions not deemed serious enough for commitment, both freely continue to engage with the rest of society.

Each has their own dark fantasies. Separately, none have ever come to fruition. Together, they will. When John reveals his desire to abduct a woman, his eager-to-please new bride is totally on board with it, especially since she is bisexual. One woman soon becomes multiple women, a collection.

A middle-aged married woman's car breaks down in a remote area near their mansion. She ends up imprisoned in their basement. She is soon joined by another and another.The usual sins have their price, one way or another. Betrayal and murder add to the mix and take their toll as well, with a few story twists. Misdeeds expand their reach into the corporate world and then into the church.This tale contains adult content intended for the mature reader. If you are offended by sexual content, don't read the story.

Excerpts: "Darling, I realize we've been married only six months, but....

""I hope you are not complaining already."

"Oh heavens no, I just want to know why there is a woman tied up in our basement."- - -

Are you not taking me seriously? Perhaps if I had a bottle of liquid drain cleaner, you would feel more cooperative.- - -

"Wow, this is a nice place. What are your names by the way?"

"My wife likes to go by Ma'am. You can call me Master."- - -

"Show us more flesh!" John ordered lustfully. He picked up her shoes and threw them into the fireplace.

"My shoes!"

"You won't be needing them anymore, ever! More flesh, now!"

Would all her clothes be going into the fire? Lauren removed her blouse and dropped it behind her, out of his reach and away from the flames.

- - -She was the most popular girl in school. I wanted to be able to sit at her table with the other cool girls during lunch. I had to agree to a special arrangement."

"Meaning?"

"I had to be available to accommodate her whims twenty-four-seven, had to answer her texts within sixty seconds."

"What kind of whims?"

"Degrading ones, like at four a.m. I had to go to her house in my pajamas and do her homework. There was a boy she wanted to hang out with after school, so I had to carry her books home for her. One time she had me send her a selfie of me naked. She said she would show it to the boys if I stopped pleasing her."

"Was it sexual?"- - -

"Good morning, ladies. Lock these collars onto your necks. Each has an electronic shocking device. If you cross an invisible perimeter line, the sensor will hit you with an electric shock strong enough to possibly kill you. If we see you doing something we disapprove of, or if you don't respond to our commands quickly and eagerly, we can also use a remote control to punish you with a zap. Once locked into place, they can never be removed."- - -

"We want each of you to start each day with verbal affirmations." It was something they had learned while at the psychiatric institute, the power of the subconscious mind. When it hears you say something over and over again, it comes to believe it.- - -

It was immediately obvious she was in a tough spot, between a rock and a hard place, still naked, her ankle still shackled. Two young women stood scantily clad in their stalls, three empty cages off to the side, a workshop tabletop was full of special tools and straps for bondage.

"Kept women," was all she could say.

"Want to be one, too? "John asked.

"Is that maid position still available?"