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Dominion: Chapter 7 – Setting the Board

Setting the Board John Collins, a popular, young (compared to his predecessors), and robust president, had lost much of his vitality after six years of service. The reconstruction movement was fifty years old, yet the country was still so fragile. The public had no clue how easy it would be for things to fall apart and return to the chaos following the war. But it was this situation in Maine, specifically, Augusta, that truly haunted him, graying his hair day by day. He and several members of his cabinet and the Joint Chiefs of Staff were gathered in the Situation Room of the White House. They were sitting at a long table, exchanging files and information. On the wall facing the president were several monitors, each linked to a helmet-mounted camera. They showed military vehicles, …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 02

Chapter Three: The Lessons Begin. He forced me to repeat my rules over and over again for an incomprehensible amount of time as a mix of fear and anger continued to burn inside my exposed little body. I heard the words escape my parched lips “I am The Cunt” and “you are my Master” over and over again until the phrases lost all meaning. Despite the mantras flowing robotically from my mouth, the only thoughts in my head were of my friends and family. Surely someone was looking for me. Certainly the police must be on the case and would burst through the doorway any moment to rescue me. “I will give you some time to think about things but you will maintain your position,” he said to me as he moved toward the doorway. …

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Julie’s Part Time Job

Dinner at home was always a bit of a rush on Fridays as Julie had to get off to her part time job at the club. Her family believed that she was a waitress at an exclusive dining club and that had once been true. But then Julie had been told about how much more money she could earn by working in the bedrooms upstairs at the club and, after a while, she had learned about the dungeons in the basement. The club members were all very wealthy and some of them had special requirements for which the club catered. As Julie left the table she mischievously mussed her little sister’s hair. “We might go shopping tomorrow, kid and get that nice dress you wanted.” The girls’ mum chided Julie about spoiling her sister but …

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Punishment Second Visit

You will remember my telling you about the games which Mark, my husband, and I like to play and how we had found that Georgian house in Southampton where fantasies became reality. Of course, I had to pay a second visit and it was delicious to know that, when Mark made the booking, he will have chosen my inconveniences from a ticklist on the website so, in effect, it was he who would be inflicting my punishments that weekend. As with last time, I left work early on Friday afternoon and took a train and a taxi to the imposing front steps of the property. I was admitted by the same hard-faced, middle-aged woman but this time she was dressed as a nun and she had a chain belt about her waist with a bunch …

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Where am I

~~Note: Hi there. This is my first story so all comments and emails are welcome. I am thinking about writing another one to go with this because it seems like a good and bad place to end it lol. Let me know :D~~ I woke up to the sound of crickets chirping. Awareness flooded into my senses as I sat up. I was in a clearing in the middle of the woods. I also realized I had a leather collar on and it was chained to a tree. Thinking hard I tried to remember how I got into this situation, but my mind was a blank. I could not remember my name, how old I was, or any other details of my life before this moment. I felt along the collar and realized there was …

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Jolene #1

Jolene felt a burning sensation directly above her left nipple. It was a quick heat followed by a dull throb. It moved across her chest and ended just above her right nipple. She knew better than to cry out, or make any noise more than a low moan. “You look excellent in red.” Her captor said. “I think we will try the blue next.” She knew more burning and throbbing would come. This time it started just above her pubis. The heat was more intense as she felt it moving down into her pubic hair. She tried not to gasp as the heat moved into her belly button. But try as she might she inhaled sharply as an intense burst of heat and stinging pain rushed from her sensate stomach area into her groin. “You …

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Dominating Matt

She loved being in control the feeling of having power, She loved it, beign in a male dominated world but being able to take control and making a man do exactly what he was told made her hot. Her name was Tina, she was 5’5, 120lb (soaking wet), her black hair fell down to the middle of her back, and her green eyes sparkled in the light, her 36DD’s seemed to leave most men in aww, her legs seemed to go on forever up her skirt, her tight T-shirt showing off her hardened nipples perfectly. She had just started working at the new clothing store down the street, and her boss Matt was a dream, standing at 6’4, he had short red hair, with amazing blue eyes, he was built with a six pack and …

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Saya’s Week – Monday: Roasting Jeff

Day One: Monday Roasting Jeff For Jeff, walking toward that door was a quite strange feeling, in that he understood, at least on an intellectual level it’s consequenses. This was the day of his fullfillment, the day he was raised and trained to since his birth, and he didn’t hesitate the slightest bit. The shape of Jeffs body was no coincidence, his physical training and diet has been monitored with same same care as his psychological conditioning and his education, his genes were the result of carefull breeding and genetic engineering. He could hear the delivery truck drive away, and he stood there, alone, halfway over the plastered way which lead to the front door of the clients house, but not for a split-second came the idea of running away to his mind. Said conditioning …

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Capturing Anya

An old story I recently re wrote. Capturing Anya. It seemed such a good idea at the time, when Tanya agreed to take a ride with her friend Trudy and the boys, Russ and Lenny, in the small Ford car which Lenny had ‘acquired.’ The plan was to go to a ‘Rave’ in the country Russ had heard about but they were not sure where to find it so they drove around stopping every now and then to listen for the sounds of pop music. The small Ford struggled up the hills and wallowed sickeningly around the curves as they hurtled down again so when Lenny spotted a Jaguar parked on the drive of an isolated farm house near the roadside, he decided they should ‘Borrow’ it and leave the Ford. They parked the Ford …

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The Real Me part 1

It seems like yesterday when I first began to email HIM. Feeling the butterflies in my stomach, when a message was in my inbox. Nervously typing my reply to HIM, making sure everything was perfect. It all began when I was at University and had access to my friend’s computer. I wasn’t a virgin at the time, but sexually naive. I had blown a guy at prom, and later that night we had sex. Plus there was the guy from next door, whom I had sex with a couple of times. However little did I know about the rabbit hole I was about to stumble into. My friend was out and she had allowed me access to her computer. I turned on the screen and there in front of me, on the screen, was a …

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How I Became a Lesbian Slave

I’ve written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story, take a second to rate it and tell me what was good or bad about it. It is your feedback that pushes me to write more. So anyway, enjoy the story. How I Became a Lesbian Slave They say hindsight is 20/20, and I found out the hard way that they (whoever ‘they’ are) are one hundred percent correct. If only I knew what …

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The Spanking_(1)

As always: The characters here belong to Vyper269… Don’t be a douche! Don’t steal the writings of others and claim them as your own. We’ve lost one of our most brilliant writers to these assholes! If you have requests, feel free…If you like it let me know, if not…I still don’t care! Peace my friends! Enjoy!!!! ################################################################################################################################################################################### I step through my door to find you standing in my living room wearing only 4″ blood-red fuck-me pumps. Your arms behind your back, palms clasped over each elbow. From the sheen on your skin glistening in the light, I can tell that you’ve begun playing without me. I walk over to you and grab a handful of your hair pulling your head back and exposing your throat to me. I kiss you on the side of your …

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The weekend I became her slave

It was the summer after my second year away at school. My girlfriend had decided to stay home after graduating and went to a small community college. She lived in a small private community in a rich neighborhood. White picket fences, beautiful houses, pretty well everyone’s dream. We had been together for almost 5 years now so I was a regular at their house and had grown close with her family. They had decided to go on vacation, but because of her summer class my girl was unable to go. After such a long time being together we knew we needed to spice things up and when could we ever have a better chance. Her parents left on Thursday night and I was to be at her house at 6 am sharp Friday morning. This …

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Creation of a Male Slave (Part 1)

I married my high school sweetheart in 1969. She was a cheerleader, named Kay, and I was on the football team, my name is Tom. We were the perfect mid-western vanilla couple, young, innocent and in love. I was still in college when we were married but graduated the following year. I took a job with a major advertising agency and began working my way up the corporate ladder. Kay graduated nursing school the following year and went to work for a nearby hospital. For a while we were like a pair of rabbits, screwing each other whenever our hectic, and often conflicting, schedules allowed. We were both a little over sexed, but in the beginning, just enjoyed the usual fucking and sucking that most of middle classed America engaged in. We worked hard, spent …

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Legally Binding, Ch. 6

Sir: I’m writing this as You have instructed me to do, in longhand on a legal pad. I am in my office on the morning after You took me as Your possession. I’m dressed as You ordered, Sir. I really do resemble “a sexless librarian” – except for the fact that I’m writing this on all fours behind my desk, with my skirt up over my hips and my pantyhose halfway down my thighs. My head is down, my ass is in the air and the panties You so graciously inscribed for me are on full display, as You ordered. I will continue writing in this manner, whenever I don’t have to meet with a client here, until I have completed Your assignment, Sir. I couldn’t write on my desk anyway, Sir, with that marker …

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The Camp Slut- Night 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Night 3 I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I drifted happily until I realized I smelled coffee. Groaning, I woke Slut by fingering her pussy until she came, screaming and squirming. “Thank-you, Master. I think that is one of the best wake up calls I have ever received.” She crawled from the blankets, her braid coming loose in bedhead, and her leash dragging behind her. “I will have your coffee ready for you when you come out, Master.” When I stepped out of the tent into the bright day, the guys applauded. Slut was kneeling at my chair, coffee …

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S.L.U.T. Corp – part three

After getting ready they stroll hand-in-hand out of the bathroom. Walking back to the bank of elevators. “So, all employees must do what their supervisor requests of them,” Lily questioned? “Like what if the boss is an asshole and beats them.” She waited for Ms. Green to push the button to answer. Turning back to the young girl she started to answer. “Yes and no,” she started. “It is made clear, like with you, when you start. We have had to move a few employees, because the…” she paused looking for the right word. “Chemistry did not work out. The employee was moved to another division or in a few cases the boss was moved to a different city.” The elevator binged and the metal doors slid open. Taking Lily’s hand they walked into that …

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Slave angel’s wonderful ass

Every morning my slave Angel wakes me with a morning blow job. She’s a petite blonde, not natural. Oh so spankable ass, small breast but sensitive nipples, lots of fun! She gets up and makes coffee. She drinks two glasses of water. She needs lots of saliva for my blow job. She climbs under the covers on her hands and knees. She starts by licking my shaved balls. Angel must always have a bald pussy. (Yes, I shave them to keep them smooth and hairless. Because, Really! Who wants hair in their mouths? I also trim the pubes short). This alone gets me hard. She starts to stroke my cock now while licking it too. Getting it nice and slick. Because of my size she can’t take me all the way down her throat, unless …

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Training Center

Amina wanted to be a normal 18 year old but her father was very traditional and her mother was meek and would never speak against the man of the house. Amina would secretly look at Western internet sites and she would smuggle Western magazines into her room if she could obtain any. Her mother would get very concerned and whisper to Amina that, if she were discovered she would be sent to the Training Centre which had been set up by the strict Government to enforce traditional moral laws on young girls. Like any teenager, Amina ignored warnings and was convinced that she could keep her secrets and hide from the Morality Police but it all came crashing down one afternoon as she was leaving school. She saw the two Morality Police in their black …

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The Chip Fair

This story is another mind-worm that just wouldn’t go away. When a writer has a mind worm the only way to get it to go away is to write and publish the story. I don’t really like it, but some of you might. My last mind worm was very well received. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in …

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