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The Erotic Trade Show Part Two After the ordeal on the Discipliner, and the talking to by Samantha, the remainder of the first day at the show was occupied largely by wandering from exhibit to shop to demonstration, collecting and blagging as many free samples as possible. I suspect that I was mostly in a dream world and contributed little to the general fun but I did my best not to be grumpy nor a drain on the good spirit. I do recall catching myself openly staring at Samantha whilst deep in thought. Not everyone was planning to come back for day two but there were some larger demonstrations planned for that day and some of the more leading brands and shows were only attending for day two so most of us agreed that we’d …

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It had been a moment of madness. An ex, whom I had enjoyed some wonderfully wild sex with, had reached out on social media and we had chatted. I admit it, we flirted. A lot. Sex with my husband Ray had become mundane, then infrequent, then non-existent. And the messages I was sharing had got me hot and bothered, and very wet indeed. I found myself masturbating frantically in the week or so that we had been exchanging messages. Then he suggested meeting up. For old times’ sake, he said. I knew what he meant though, and I agreed to meet him in the bar of a plush hotel down by the marina. I was out of my mind, I knew, even as I slipped on my sexiest underwear ready for our meet. I had …

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The students around me in the lecture hall held their breath. “Feels like when they open the envelope at the Academy Awards,” someone near me said. We were attending Dr. Hightower’s graduate seminar, “Art in the Age of Velvet Tea-Gowns.” Rosy light from stained glass windows silhouetted the professor standing at the podium in her invariably perfect posture. Her auburn hair was imprisoned in a tight bun, and she wore a high-collared white blouse under a dark gray blazer and a below-the-knee matching skirt with flat-heeled black shoes. Her gaze slowly swept the audience, dramatizing the suspense. The scholar hired only one of her top grad students for her prestigious museum curator internship and we were about to learn her choice for this semester’s program. “Come on!” someone whispered. I was probably the only relaxed …

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“That sneaky, strict, sexy man! He set me up. He totally set me up,” Sophia thought. When Sophia’s friend, Julia, asked if she would like to grab dinner for a Girls’ Night Out, she immediately said yes. She hadn’t seen Julia in a few weeks and desperately wanted a night out with her friend. Micah, she knew, wouldn’t mind a bit. He never set rules for which friends Sophia can see or when. He only asked to be informed – which is reasonable in any relationship. “Before you leave, would you like a reminder of what you mean to me?” he asked. Every now and then, Sophia asked for this. She loved that delightful tingly feeling of a well-spanked bottom or the feel of his cream making her panties wet. Yes, she enjoyed going out …

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The Foundation Khail embarked on their journey as a friend, taking the time to truly understand Sameera’s world—her likes, dislikes, and boundaries. With every interaction, their comprehension of each other grew, like pieces of a puzzle coming together. As time passed, Khail built a strong emotional connection between them, step by step. They were consistently there for Sameera, creating an environment where she felt safe and supported. Trust and comfort were their priorities, and they ensured Sameera always felt those things. In Khail’s view, forcing someone into something wasn’t an option, and they never resorted to violence. Their core values revolved around respecting Sameera’s independence and helping her feel empowered. Throughout their journey, Khail was patient and genuine, working to build a bond based on trust. Their interactions flowed naturally, and Khail showed how much …

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Chapter One I sat at the hotel bar and took nervous sips of my apple martini while obsessively clicking my phone to see what time it was. When I was first served, I nearly gulped the entire thing down at once, then I remembered I had twenty minutes to kill and I shouldn’t have more than one of these things on an empty stomach. Not tonight. I did my best to watch people outside the bar in the bright lobby of the hotel. The freshly waxed floors reflected the chandelier lighting from the ceiling as suited men and dress-wearing women filed in and out. Must be a formal event going on tonight. I thought. Saturday night, maybe a wedding. It was a fleeting thought that gave me a much-needed distraction. I found myself jealous of …

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The following morning, I woke and glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I could see it was five thirty am, the room’s curtains were open, and the light was streaming in. Getting up, I walked to the full-length mirror, and although I could see red marks across my body, they were not as bad as I had expected. They had been kind to me, which made me wonder what I should expect today; more caning on my arse for sure, and will all those old guys from yesterday be here to give me the time of my life that Greg had promised me, because that is what I now wanted and to be fucked by all of those older men. Thinking back to how this started for me, a week before my eighteenth …

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Sir Elizabeth lay naked on a cushioned, inclined bench on one of Heartgarden Castle’s many verandas. A roaring fire in the veranda’s hearth kept it pleasant, even as the sun set and a winter breeze rustled the treetops of the courtyard beyond. Twelve aspirants were gathered around her, the wide skirts of their gowns competing for space. Each one held a large silk scarf in his delicate, gloved hands, and fluttered it regularly over Elizabeth’s skin in various pleasing patterns. Christopher was demurely rubbing her thigh as if he were polishing it, keeping his mouth closed around his freshly pierced tongue. It seemed there were no hard feelings between them. Of course, it was always easiest for Christopher to behave himself in Daisy’s absence, an absence which disappointed Elizabeth slightly. Out of all the unclaimed …

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