A Building Society you can trust!

We here at 'Countrywide Building Society' pride ourselves on our honest, open and up-front approach to our customers. We believe in giving our investors and borrowers a degree of understanding that can't be found anywhere but at 'Countrywide Building Society'.

As a mutual, we are owned by our customers, and feel our first duty is to them, not for us the greed and selfishness of the other banks and building societies owned by large corporate shareholders; our directors earn only a fraction of other major banks' chiefs earn; our investors see a more positive bonus than is available elsewhere in the financial services industry.

Fairness is our password at 'Countrywide' as can be seen from this recent picture sent in from one of our happy customers. A Mr Steven Hastings, of London, sent this snap of Mr Jeremy Stokes to us , with his grateful thanks that we at 'Countrywide Building Society'  really do service more needs than other institutions.

Mr Stokes had surpassed his overdraft limit by almost £6, or almost £88 once charges had been applied. As is our policy we didn't foreclose on him, or take him to court, no. We here at 'Countrywide' think of ourselves as more enlightened, and so sent him to assist in the household of our friend, and much more responsible customer Mr Hastings to pay off the debt so both of our highly valued customers thereby getting what they truly deserve.

'Countrywide - the more enlightened Society, where people get what they deserve'

meet the ex

Now, David, I said we needed a chat tonight, so let's not beat about the bush, allright?  I sense a little cooling in your feelings for me, and have heard a disturbing rumour about you. I have heard that you have been flirting with that hussy  Julia from down the road. 


Well I have given it some thought, and came to the conclusion that it is about time you met my last boyfriend Andrew, or Andi as he goes by now. He, for some unfathomable reason, decided I wasnt the woman for him and went off with some tart. I can tell you I wasn't best pleased. so had a little chat with him about it.

Naturally, he saw my side of the argument, and saw the hurt and anguish he had caused me, and so naturally he should repay me by serving me in whatever way I desired, when I desired. He did always have a thing about shoes and heels, so I treat him occasionally to a taste. 

You realise that I am telling you this, and introducing you to Andrew just so you know all the facts, don't you David dear? I wouldn't dream of threatening you

Revenge

Just look at the two of you! Janice, you are the best maid anybody could wish for, so reliable, diligent and attentive, and I must say you lick my boots cleaner than I thought possible!  And Roger here, such fun uncomplaining punch-bag, ash tray and dogsbody. 

Oh, how you two must have laughed at me all the time you carried on behind my back. All those months with my man living a lie, and sleeping with a vacuous tart like you.Well, my dear, how does it feel now?  What's that? oh, I'm sorry, I forgot - I know you THINK I am an evil bitch, but what you SAY is ''Yes Ma'am, whatever You wish me to do I will do''.It must be awful not being able to do anything about your predicament, not even telling anybody else about it.  But I am a woman of my word;  when I promised your suffering would only last 6 months - the same amount of time your affair with my husband lasted - I meant it. After that time is up then your torment will end. You will no longer suffer the agony of your punishment, but instead relish the chance to serve me. The man, your lover, will not be given the choice - he will watch me do my work inside your head and he will know what it is like to lose a lover.

 

Shorty

Kirk to Scotty, have you been fucking around with the transporter settings again?

Learning

OK Peter, you are adapting adequately. Each little step will bring you a reward. Remember when you got your first uniform? My, how you complained! But after a week with your cock tucked away safely you saw the futility of protesting and asked to be released.
 And I did release you, didn't I? Because you accepted the clothes I chose.
Then , when you stopped complaining about the heels I removed the plug. See? acceptance brings rewards.
And you cried and screamed so much when I mentioned surgery! But the days in the cage with the collar sorted that out, didn't it? It felt so good when I released you to move around again, you remember how grateful you were? Yes? That's good. It is good to be rewarded for acceptable behaviour Peter. And the surgery gave you a body that pleases me, so you got to sleep in a bed again, instead of that blanket on the floor. Much more comfortable, yes?
Whats that? Yes, you understand that pleasing me makes your life better, one step at a time.
Now, would you like those pegs removed?
You would? Good. And what should you do to get them removed?
That's right! Good girl! Yes, pleasing me will get them removed, you learn quickly 'Petra'. Now, young lady, lets discuss pleasing me in more detail. To start with you can call me 'Master'......

Maids

Hey Sam, the Judge just called me into His office. He says owing to our good behaviour we only have two weeks of our punishment to run and then the clinic will return us to our old bodies and lives.

Really, two weeks is all Dave? And then back to the old lives of the office and bars? 

Yeah.........

Yeah.......

Yeah..........no more being used and abused

Yeah........no more having to suck on the Judge's cock whenever he tells us too
Yeah........ no more of these uniforms and all those curtsey's and giggling. We can get back to chasing the girls again.

Yeah.........Fuck it, I need to find something heavy, that window is going to have to go.
You do that, I'm off to scratch my name into the paintwork of his Rolls. Should be worth
another six months, you reckon?

Yeah!

Tell, the truth

It was such an easy bet to win - just shoot the apple of his son's head and win land, wealth and the sevices of one of the Tyrnat's concubines for the rest of his life. Lose and he would serve the Tyrant in his palace for the rest of his life.

Of course he took the bet - he was the best archer in the land - steady of nerve, eye and hand. So what had gone wrong?

William had heard of the Tyrant's magical powers, obviously, but there was a pledge not to use them until the bet was won or lost. William also knew of the strange sense of humour the Tyrant possesed, but the thought of losing had never crossed his mind, he was the best shot in the land, after all (until today), he reminded himself. He was at a loss to understand the failure.

　

'Oh, bad luck there', he heard the Tyrant say,'now come and sit on my lap "Wilemina" and let us discuss your new duties. Or would you fancy a double-or-nothing bet with your sons service the wager'?