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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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The Party Part 1_(0)

Friday night finally came and Silk was really nervous. She envied the other two for their experience because they were excited instead of scared. She was so on edge that when Michael spoke her name; she nearly jumped out of her skin and squeaked out a yes Master. “Silk, are you scared?” Michael asked her, voice full of concern. “A little bit,” she said in a small voice. Michael hugged her and whispered words of assurance in her ear. He told her that all she had to do tonight was watch and that no one would touch her unless she said it was okay. He promised her that someone would always be watching her also. Finally she settled down. The other girls also told her that there was nothing to be afraid of. They were …

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ASHLEY’S INTRODUCTION, PART 1

(WOO-HOO my 100th story!!!! Note that this is a work of total fiction and the names and locations are slightly changed to protect the not-so-innocent) I was in Orlando to see a client when I somehow found myself in that obnoxiously loud bar; it was seriously not my scene. So in case you were wondering, I’m Johnathan Roberts (see my other stories for this character) & I am one of the most upwardly mobile lawyers in North Florida, at least according to Esquire magazine. I stand a bit over 6ft, am slim yet athletic from swimming and biking and am too close to 50 to tell my age But tonight was about schmoozing a client, and that brought me here. So as you can imagine, I was thankful my client left after only a short …

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Commander’s Pet Part III

Every muscle, every cell seizes with pain. My back is arched at an inhuman angle but I don’t fall as fire continues to zip through my being. Then it’s over as quick as it began. I still stand between the two pillars, hands in the depressions. I’m hunched slightly forward trying to catch my breath. Each exhale borders on a scream, but I’ve been ordered to be silent. Tears stream from my eyes, and for the first time since Tahlana has taken control of me, I manage to release a clear thought and emotion through her hold. Anger. I’ve never been hit in the head with a baseball bat, but I imagine it is similar to the feeling of Tahlana clamping down on my mind in response to my breach of her authority. I redouble …

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My new degrading life pt 2_first day

My Degrading Life Ch. 2 A quick recap… My life had really changed over night. I used to live in the suburbs with my father, step mother and step siblings. I had my own room, my own stuff, and privacy. I went to school, where I was one of the popular crowd, and I mean truly popular, not slutty popular like some of those used up by 21 chicks I knew. I respect for myself and the respect from the people around me. I even had a boy friend, who despite not getting anything, was still a great guy, as far as I could tell. Before the other day I had a solid foundation of trust in the general goodness of those around me. That was until my father totally screwed me over. It turned …

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Santa’s Little Helper

Santa’s Little Helper ****************************************************************** Proofed and edited by Brootforce ****************************************************************** It was that time of year again; time to get the suit out of mothballs and dry cleaned, Nick thought to his self. He headed up the rickety stairs toward the attic, pushing the cobwebs out of his way. He reached the door and rattled the doorknob, causing the door eerily creaked open. The room was filled with thick musty air, as he made his way across the room to the light switch. Flicking it on the room illuminated. In the corner of the room, hung the Christmas red Santa suit, in a clear plastic bag. A smile crept across Nick’s face as he made a beeline for the suit. This was Nicks’ favorite time of year. He got to bring a little happiness into …

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Visitings the Dun Bare Bar

Janis struggled against the ropes that tied her arms high above her head. but it was a mock struggle. More meant to arouse and tease than any ideas of escaping. Her Master walked around, searching in the closet for the perfect outfit for her to wear. “The Dun Bare Bar, is slavery supported. Sexual slavery of cource, but most of the girls who serve there are unwilling. So. You won’t talk to them, and you won’t feel pity for them.” He picked up a short black mini and a see through white shirt for her to wear and went about untieing her. “But Master, how do they keep the girls there unwillingly?” She asked as she began to get dressed. Underwear wasn’t allowed and the skirt showed a bit of her pussy, and a bit …

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One weekend stand

This story happen when I was 23, 5’5 125lbs, 32a, bubble butt and living with my parents, dating my husband at the time. Parents were out west for a few weeks seeing my sister and bf went golfing for the long weekend. So here I was sitting at home Friday night when my girlfriend calls me. She asks me if I can drive her to get her tattoo the next morning. I said yes no problem. Saturday morning rolls around, I pick up my friend, drive her to the tattoo parlor, she goes off with one of the tattoo artist and is getting her tattoo done. While waiting for her and looking thru the pictures of other peoples tattoo’s I get to chatting with another tattoo artist who was free at the time. After chatting …

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The Bar (FULL STORY)

PART 1 One late night I see you at a bar. You decide to try a new bar in town that you have never been to. Inside it is dim lit. The decor is dark but classy. There are few people inside. You take a seat on a very comfortable bar stool. The bartender, a beautiful exotic woman, asks what you’d like to drink and if you would like a menu. You are so distracted by her beauty that you don’t hear a word she says. “Sir?” You startle back and tell her to surprise you. she smiles and turns to mix you a drink. The smell in the air is intoxicating almost like an aphrodisiac. Your eyes lock onto the bartender’s slender back and travel down to her perfect ass. You feel a familiar …

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