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Summer evenings are my favorite times of the year. As we walked toward the quiet Italian restaurant that looked like a pristine villa, Ashley asked, “May I, sir?” As she reached for my arm, allowing her to slip her hand inside the crook of my elbow, I relished the feel of the gentle swell of her breast against my arm. There is a good reason for a lady to take your arm; if she is agreeable, she will often pull it into the side of her breast as an offer of encouragement. From a casual friendship, created when she spoke with a friend of hers who was a friend and former submissive of mine, she subsequently introduced us, albeit by phone and internet. Ashley told her that she had discovered she had submissive tendencies and …

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Chapter 1 “Hello, sweetheart.” I walk into my living room greeted by the man I love but sometimes question; surrounded by the light of melting candles, sounds of suggestive warm music bouncing off the windows and the smell of burnt incense staining the sealing. His intentions were clear, not by the apartment’s atmosphere, not by the fact he was wearing nothing but an open checkered shirt and boxers that are one size too small, but by the look in his faithful eyes. I know exactly what it means because I’ve seen it many times. He’s an ambitious man, and I, his agreeable girlfriend. Although, lately I fear I’m becoming accustomed to our usual fun. I worry our new eccentric opportunities have maybe come to their limit. Of course, being defenceless and at his mercy works …

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Chloe woke slowly, taking a moment to gather her surroundings. She lay on a bed, resting her head between Miss Freya’s legs. The last thing she remembered was drifting off, resting on Miss Freya’s chest. Miss Freya must have requested that Chloe be moved to her own room. Chloe tried moving her arms and felt the cuffs around her wrists were secured to the top corners of Miss Freya’s large, four-poster bed. Miss Freya’s legs rested on top of Chloe’s arms, and Chloe discovered that her legs were secured to the corners at the foot of the bed. Both the cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been tied to the corners with rope pulled tautly, giving her no slack to allow any movement. Unless Chloe held her head up, she had no choice but …

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Women have a duty to the men of this world and that it is to please them with their bodies I am a 20 year old now and I would say that there’s a thought that has always stuck with me ever since I was little. I see so many stories of how women do not offer their bodies up for men, when it really is their duty as good citizens. What I mean by that is, personally, I have always flashed my breasts and my ass to strange men when I’ in public. I do that as I feel like I owe it to them to have a good day or have some nice thoughts all day. In fact, I would go as far as to say that as women, WE MUST SPREAD OUR …

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As I approached the imposing prison gates, a mixture of anticipation and unease coursed through my veins. The heavy iron bars beckoned me forward, promising a realm where darkness and vulnerability intertwined. With each creaking step, I could feel the weight of secrets and hidden desires that lay dormant within these walls. The sterile corridors greeted me with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional distant sound of echoing footsteps. This was a place of confinement, where lost souls sought redemption or succumbed to the suffocating weight of their transgressions. I treaded lightly, aware of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of this forsaken domain. I made my way through the dimly lit corridors of the county prison, my steps echoing against the cold, stone floors. The heavy atmosphere weighed on me, mingling …

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Chapter One Tuesday, 5:17 PM My knees still shook as I gathered my things. The red sting on my body glowed where Justin had just slapped my body, making it his. He had left me sooner than I wanted. My body begged for more abuse, for more everything. I had decided not to tell Jessica anything about what had happened. I had been too reckless with my secret that it was going beyond a turn-on but could potentially affect my career. I would do my best to manage and shut Jessica down on Friday so she wouldn’t tell the world what a slut I am. I gathered my final stack of books and put them in my bag and went to leave the office when I heard an email notification. My instincts were to ignore …

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THE FLOGGER In the depths of the dark and damp dungeon, where the air hung heavy with anticipation, I found myself bound by wrist cuffs, hanging from the shackles that suspended me from the ceiling. My bare toes barely grazed the cold, unforgiving floor beneath me, as I stood vulnerable and exposed. The only source of light came from the flickering glow of candles scattered throughout the cell, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mirror the tumultuous thoughts racing through my mind. With every sense heightened, I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, as I awaited the sweet touch of the flogger against my skin. The sound of the leather cutting through the air created an electric energy, sending shivers of both fear and excitement down my spine. The anticipation built with …

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Tease and denial Today was an intense and captivating experience, as my Mistress took pleasure in subjecting me to her enticing edge play. She delighted in keeping me on the edge of climax, teasing and denying me the ultimate release until the very last moment. The allure of this tantalizing game was indescribable. The burning desire courses through my veins, my senses heightened, and my body vibrates with exquisite tension. Each touch, each caress inflicted by her hand, is a sensual fire that consumes me. She skillfully plays with my pleasure, walking the fine line between granting and withholding, a delicate dance of eroticism where satisfaction and frustration intertwine. I am led to the precipice of ecstasy, the pinnacle of ultimate pleasure, my body trembling and begging for a sublime release. But she holds back, …

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August 6 2023 Dear Diary, Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that I have decided to share with you, my most trusted confidant. My name is Nekane, and at 36 years old, I find myself standing at a crossroads where my past meets my present, and my heart battles with desires that I’ve long kept hidden. Born and raised in Andorra, my upbringing was rooted in the traditions of a high-class conservative Catholic family. It shaped me into the refined woman I am today, instilling in me a sense of duty, elegance, and the importance of maintaining appearances. As a successful lawyer, my days are filled with intellectual challenges and responsibilities that demand my utmost focus and professionalism. I take pride in my career, and the respect I’ve earned …

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The opulent ballroom of the prestigious law firm bustled with the city’s elite, celebrating another successful year of legal triumphs. Nekane, dressed in an exquisite midnight-blue gown that accentuated her every curve, moved gracefully through the crowd. Her husband, Borja, mingled with colleagues, completely unaware of the magnetic presence that was about to enter their lives. And then she appeared—Lana. Her commanding elegance and striking beauty were like a magnetic force that drew Nekane’s eyes toward her. Lana, a captivating black woman, exuded confidence and grace with every step, making her the center of attention in the room. Their paths converged, and as Lana greeted Nekane with a warm smile, an electric current seemed to pass between them. The room faded into the background as they engaged in conversation. Lana’s voice, smooth and alluring, was …

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“Just one more…” Reassuring words teased through my blindfold accompanied by a pinch and searing pain in my nipple. It lasted a second into eternity, but the come-down was what I was after… this time anyway.  A needle through my nipple was the last I could take in this session, and my top knew it. I haven’t taken to calling her Mistress yet, but she intrinsically knew where to push and where to bite and for how long.   Blindfold and cuffs removed, I melted into a puddle of satisfaction.  “Look…” She held up a mirror for me to admire her handywork. A heart made from needles in my abdomen and one in my nipple. More progress than my first foray into needle play.  “I almost don’t want to take them out.” A grin passed …

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