Discipline

Mistress Carrie

Ding! I hear the bell sound. “Time for class” I groan. “Ugh, and the worst period of the day. Math. Although, Ms. Carrie is pretty nice to look at, if you know what I mean.” I am a 15 year old bisexual girl, and I don’t have a problem with admitting my teacher was hot! She had a beautiful figure and the way she effortlessly controlled the whole class never failed to amaze me. I had always had a secret submissive side, so I (humiliatingly enough) got wet whenever she ordered me around or humiliated me. She seemed to like to pick on me in general though, always putting me in the spotlight. I liked to flatter myself and kindle my fantasies by thinking she did it because she liked me but I’m pretty sure …

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Saint Katarina’s

After Rhodean, Hayley’s parents sent her to a very exclusive finishing school far up in the Swiss Alps. The school did not need to have a large number of young ladies as the level of fees meant that just a few girls from the richest families in Europe provided a very attractive return on investment. Here the girls, between 18 and 20 years old, would be taught about art appreciation, international stock markets and how to move easily in the very best circles where the very best husbands could be ensnared. It went without saying that these girls had grown up accustomed to the very best things which money can buy but that gave them one very serious disadvantage. It meant that they had no experience of the “normal” world. A girl in a state …

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A first for us both.

We had met online on a site for those interested in BDSM, etc. There had already been many emails and phone conversations as well as a meet and greet for lunch. We were both about to embark on a new journey for both of us. She as a sub and me as a dom. We had made arrangements for a Friday evening meeting at a restaurant. At my instruction she was supposed to select a nice seafood restaurant. To my disappointment, she selected a very casual, family style seafood joint. Wooden tables and wood floors, beer and kids abounded. This was way off what I requested. I did not express my disappointement; that would come later. We ate and left promptly. I had to regroup and change my original plan. So, when we got to …

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Miss Piggy

OK so that’s not her real name but it is what we all called her at my boarding school when I was in Sixth Form (in UK, probably not the same in USA). She was the Games Mistress and she was a genuine sadist. We were all convinced she got off sexually by humiliating us and just by being a bitch. She had a somehow really prominent upper lip which came out just a little bit too much over her lower lip and she had short, butch light brown hair. When you are only just 18, you are no good at judging grown up ages so I can’t really tell you how old she was. I was no good at games; I was the one that no-one wanted on their team so I think Piggy …

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One bad turn deserves another

I remember it well. There were about 50 boys of 10 or 11 years of age in my class and the teacher, Miss Clarke, a woman in her late fifties, unmarried, and I assume looking back on it, unloved, was giving us some form of test. We had each been given a sheet of ruled paper and told to write the numbers one to one hundred down one side. We were told that any mistakes would result in a caning. I had been a pupil at this school for four years and had seen many of my fellow pupils caned and strapped. Some had received it on their bottoms and some on their hands, but I was not as mischevous as most and beatings were something which happened to others. I don’t think I took …

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Our Family Fun

You already know that my husband, Dave and myself have been into kinky fun since before we were married. When the girls arrived a certain degree of imagination was required to continue our fun without their knowledge. It was a bit like being teenagers and having to fit in our special times when our parents were elsewhere. Times when the children were on sleepovers or with grandparents were very precious. There were even a few times when Dave told them that I was at a meeting when I was actually bound and gagged in the garden shed and likely to be there for a while as he could not come to my rescue until they were safely in bed. But now Hannah is away at university and Phoebe has turned eighteen so Dave began to …

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Punishing an Angel (thurs)

Punishing An Angel: Thursday SMACK…”Ouch! Please don’t.” Matty pleaded with Ryan as he came up to her from behind. She knew it was him. No one else would grab her like that in public. Actually, she had to reconsider that now. “I talked to Mikey and I guess he finished varnishing the paddle. He said he showed you it. What do you think, worth ten bucks or should we try it out first you think?” Ten dollars, hell if Mikey couldn’t sell it for 30. “Why is it you want it?” Matty, with her back to Ryan took all her frustrations out on the books she tried to stuff into her locker. “We want it, I told you. Well, we have out problems” there he went again acting all superior, “like every other couple, and …

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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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Consequences for a rich girl

Daddy was absolutely livid when he collected me from the Police Station. Daddy’s lawyer made the charges go away but Daddy made it very clear that there would be consequences and a girl can’t exactly argue when her Daddy controls the purse strings. That was why I obediently rang the doorbell of a large but otherwise nonde*********** house in Mayfair. The highly polished front door was opened by a woman about ten years my senior. She had short brown hair and was dressed in black – baggy, military style trousers and a sweatshirt with heavy black boots. She was not a large woman but she moved with that confidence which signals someone who can look after herself. I gave my name and she stood aside so that I could enter. We went through an opulent …

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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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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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My Slutty Teen Slave

My Slutty Teen Slave Although this is not a sequel to my earlier story involving Katie, it is a continuation of my sexual adventures from that point. Please note it is not necessary to read the first story before this one. But just so you know, Katie was a cougar that I met online and lost my virginity to. On with this story! *** With that first encounter, I realized that my experiences with Katie had just begun. We met often, having sex in her room, my room, her car, and even a mall parking lot. However, over the next couple of years, I started getting serious girlfriends, and Katie was given more responsibilities at work. We met sporadically, enjoying each time, but knowing the next was a long ways away. She had shown me …

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book of fortune part three

Part three Brad walk to his classroom after getting off of the bus. No one noticed when he walked to his seat thirty minutes late for class. He tried to pay attention but he could barely think about anything but the bus ride and the fun he had with Amanda. He started to think about when she would come back to him. He hoped it would be soon but he knew he could entertain himself while he waited. He knew he wouldn’t have time that class period to have any fun but he was already looking at girls he knew would be in his next class. None were really that attractive and he had no desire to fuck any of them. However, he knew he had Ms. Crawford for math next and he would not …

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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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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 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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My Best Friend’s Brother Pt. 3

Daddy sent me to bed with no dinner at 8pm that night. My little sister Abigail came home shortly after we did and was all smiles when she found out I was in trouble. She was sucking up to my Dad all the way until I got sent to bed with a sharp smack to my bottom for complaining, to which Abigail giggled. I was told to expect a punishment the next day. During the night I tossed and turned, dreaming of the punishment I had seen that day, and the punishment that I would be going through tomorrow. “Kylie.” I blinked and opened my eyes to the sound of my Dad’s gruff voice, “Wake up, come into the living room.” I looked at him from my fluffy white full sized bed. “Now.” He ordered. …

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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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Sex Inside

I guess it was not really sudden. I mean we make bad life choices and one thing leads to another. We pick up bad friends and bad habits and it just leads to a conclusion. But it felt sudden when it happened. I was just chillin’ with him at his place when they banged on the front door shouting, “Open up. Police.” We looked at each other then, both jumped to our feet, ran to the back door and straight into the arms of a pair of cops. They turned us around, twisted my arms so I screamed and clamped on the cuffs. I could hear their radio chatter as a background track. I was being dragged towards their car as they were rapidly firing out, “You have the right to remain silent, you have …

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The Loop – part 15

Alex woke. A Quick Look at the clock, 6:53. Another loop. Well shit he thought. After the last bunch of loops with the hottie downstairs and her family, he was about done with that crazy shit. Too many times he starred in a snuff film. He wanted no more to do with that. He popped out of bed and walked out to his kitchen wearing nothing. Taking a glass off the shelf he got himself some water. As he sipped on the water. As he thought about getting hit in the head again he forgot the time. Right on cue, his front door opened. Ms. Tomas strolled in wearing her normal long black jacket. As she walked into the living room, she placed her bag down on the table. She turned with a little shock …

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