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My fantsies (1 of many)

My phone vibrate,it’s her, we’ve been dating for some times now and a couple dates in, she discovered I have a submisive side and seem to have found a dominan side of her own. Te message read: -Hi there my little teddybear, hope you are wearing what I bought you last week like a good boy. Also tonight I’ll be a bit late to our date, wait for me wearing your nice gag and your new gift. P.S. I will have a surprise for you tonigh XOX I answer: -Of course I’m wearing the wonderfull gift you made me, I’ll be waiting for you my Queen! XOX As I send the message, I feel my dick get harder and get crampped in the tiny cock cage my Queen bought me, I shiver a bit run …

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The Photograph

The Photograph – Part 1 of 2 Leanne’s was impressed the first time she saw him: slim, fit, very good looking, very attractive for a man in his late thirties; twenty years her senior, but clearly very much in his prime. She had always been attracted to older men, and she put this down to her ‘daddy-issues’. She had never known her father. Her mother had told her the story many times. “It was a brief but very passionate affair. He was fantastic in bed!” “Ooh Mom! Too much information! I don’t need to know that, thanks!” “We only lasted a few weeks, not even long enough to tell my parents he existed, never mind introduce them. We split up, and a week later his contracted ended, and he left town without me. A few …

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Sex toy? Sex slave? Sex queen? (4) pain&pleasure

………..comments are always welcome…… When I come into the kitchen, both men are there, drinking red wine. What takes my breath away is the fact that they are both naked. They are sitting at the kitchen table, so I can only see their upper bodies and their legs, but that has always been the most exciting thing about a man for me. A naked man is only half as erotic as a shirtless man to me. Adam holds out his glass of red wine to me. “Some wine?” I look at Pao to see if I was instructed to drink or if it was a suggestion. “Only if you want cara.” I shake my head. I don’t like to drink, and here with them, I don’t want to be drugged or woozy. I want to …

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Quid Pro Quo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> PART 1: The Interview >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Luke stands in the elevator, making his way up to the top floor of the Salesforce Tower. He has his coffee in hand wearing his backpack on one shoulder. He stares at his reflection on the elevator door. He stands at 6’0 dressed in his usual business casual look. He has silver pants tailored to his build with a tucked in blue button up shirt and a pair of black shoes. The elevator chimes and the door opens. He makes his way down a hall and to the suite for the company he works for. Luke opens up the door and walks over to the reception area, greeting the receptionist. “Good morning Amanda!” “Good morning Luke! Beautiful day, huh?” “Absolutely!” He makes his way over to his office in …

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Meeting Master

Mindy stood quietly in the hall outside the hotel room door. Her whole body was quivering, in anticipation or fear she didn’t know. After almost a year of interaction over the Internet she was finally going to meet him, her Master. It started as a game; she had a long time fantasy of being someone’s sex slave and had met him in a chat room filled with other curious dot com’ers. The anonymity of the situation helped Mindy drop her inhibitions and tell this perfect stranger her secret desires. Amazingly enough, through this medium she was able to play out the role of being his slave spending hours in front of the computer pushing her fingers into her soft wet pussy at his command and then licking them clean. He had named her bitch and …

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Awakening her inner sub

Eva was a college sophmore. She was a 19 year old Latina. She was average height, about 5’4”, and on the slim side. She had long dirty blond hair almost down to her ass. She had a boyfriend of a few months. Sean was 21 and also went to college with Eva. He was about 5’10” with short black curly hair. He was a senior but lived off campus in his own apartment. Eva was still pretty inexperienced. She had a boyfriend in high school she had lost her virginity to, but he was nothing like Sean. He was older and more mysterious. She was intimidated by him every time they hung out. The sex between them was great, but she always felt like he was holding back. Sean liked Eva, but her timidness was …

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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 13

Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 13 Angela, Diann and Kim Li the three run-away slaves lay restful in each of their beds after being persuade, captured, punished, gang raped and raped by dogs. Caylie, Cristin and Janis cleaned the cum from the girls. Janis covered and kissed Kim Li telling her she will tell her when lunch is ready. Cristin still in a little shock from the game cleaned Diann, covered her and gave her a kiss of a loving sister. Caylie cleaned Angela, feeling a strong sisterly love for her, and crawled in the bed next to Angela pulling the covers over them. She ask Angela if she wanted her to stay with her for a while as she hugged Angela close. Diann moaned and told her she would like that very much as she …

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Lesbian Cuckold

My wife Charlotte and I have been married for ten wonderful years. We meet by pure chance in an Ikea parking lot five years before that, when she’d had some trouble loading up her car and I stopped to help. I think she sensed right away that I was a submissive man, because she invited me back to her place that very night. Well, more like ordered me. I hadn’t realized that I was submissive or that I liked pain, but one night with Charlotte had made me addicted. Charlotte is a short, flame-haired, firecracker of a woman, with petite breasts and large hips. I’m at my happiest when I’m serving her with my head between her legs. I’m 5’9″ and rail thin, in a way that hides lean muscle. I keep myself in excellent …

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Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That Fateful Night

*Fixed some spelling mistakes* *As usual, if you’re going to neg it please tell me why so I can improve. Don’t neg it just because you don’t like the themes, they’re all tagged so if you don’t like them don’t read the story. And if you do like it, don’t hesitate to give it a +1. All comments, suggestions and constructive criticism welcome.* Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That fateful night Emily woke slowly. Her eyelids felt heavy, she was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable, the surface beneath her hard and unyielding… had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times and tried to lift a hand to rub her eyes. That’s when she realized she wasn’t in her room, and suddenly she was wide awake. …

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Claire and the Clay Cuffs

“Time’s up, ladies and gentlemen. Pencils down.” Claire sighed, finally relaxing out of the position she’d been in all class, drawing a pale blue soft robe around her as the art class around her began murmuring quietly. She looked away from the drawings they’d done of her; she’d learned to never look at work people modeled after her. It made her feel weird to see the way they had drawn her. Everyone had a different drawing style. Goosebumps rose on her bare thighs and she rubbed her hands up her biceps. Why would they keep an art room so cold, when they know that there would be nude models? “You can turn in your work at my desk,” the teacher was saying. Claire began gathering up her things, stepping behind the screen to pull her …

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Sibling Tussle: Part 3

Christina Lawrence is asleep in her bed when the sensation of something touching her wakes her up. She opens her eyes but is unable to see anything in the dark room. She can guess who is touching her due to the location though. There is another person in her bed with their hands on her butt, playing with and rubbing her hip bones. As it is the middle of summer, Christina has taken to sleeping in the nude. She enjoys the feeling of her sheets against her skin, especially between her legs. “What are you doing?” she asks as her assailant runs his hands along the lines of her crotch. He stops when he reaches her pubic hair and begins tugging on it playfully. “I’ve always wanted to wake a girl up this way,” the …

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Learning a Few Lessons – Chapter 2_(1)

Dallas had instructed me to meet him in his office later that night. He was seemingly nonchalant about the whole ordeal, but it made me feel altogether queasy and nervous. I’d never done something so daring as this, not even defacing that classroom. I didn’t even know this man, and here I was giving myself over to him. For all I knew, the next time I was in zip-ties he could murder me and rid of my body. No one would ever know. And certainly no one back home would ever suspect me to be the kind of girl to get involved in such promiscuous activity. Either way, I faced my current predicament with a higher level of giddy excitement than nail-biting anxiety. I returned to my dorm after classes had concluded, making my way …

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Flow of Passion

Savin I was asked by my client company to come for a business meeting at a suitable place the southern United States. As they were to bear my expenses and I had to make a choice I suggested Memphis. I also suggested a hotel in Memphis–Peabody Hotel at Union Avenue in downtown Memphis. I had one hope in doing all this. I wanted to meet Flora. Flora is my pen pal. We had exchanged a lot of mails and I had a feeling that she secretly loved me. While most of our mails were plain but lovingly written only a few times they were naughty. We both are mature and that helped in understanding each other. Flora lives in a small town in Mississippi which is close to Memphis. We talked and agreed that it …

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My Boyfriend’s Submissive Brother

It started with an ad. “Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text.” Or something of that nature… I had posted it online, in a ‘personals’ section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies. Being picky, I only used one or two until him. Adam. I got a text almost a month after I had posted the ad. I was laying in bed, exhausted from a day of heavy housework. I had planned on a shower, but as soon as I was undressed, I received the message. “Hello, my name is Adam. I saw your ad online, you were saying you were seeking a sub? I’m not the most attractive, but I make up for it with eagerness and a willingness to do anything to please …

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Penny’s Abduction and Slavery 3

Penny’s Abduction & Slavery 3 Penny waited for her new Master maintaining her slave position on the edge of the bed. She began to think after a long while with her legs beginning to cramp that she was happy that he allowed her to wait on the thin mattress of the bed instead of the hard floor. As she was at the point of pain in her legs she heard the door lock and Luke step through the door with a tray in his hands. Luke pushed the door closed with his foot without locking it. Penny noticed he did not lock the door as he normally did when he entered or left her room. If she wanted to escape this was her opportunity to attempt it. Did he do this to test her perhaps …

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Penny’s Abduction and Slavery 2

Penny’s Abduction and Slavery 2 Penny felt the vehicle slow then turn off the main road and fear of what is happening to hear rushed through her body like a tidal wave. About five minutes down what felt like a gravel road to Penny Luke stopped the pick-up. Penny heard the motor turn off and Luke got out closing the driver door. When he opened the back door Penny tensed up waiting for what ever came next. She felt the blanket covering her body slide off and Luke gripping under her arms and dragged her out of the vehicle. She felt the sudden pain as he dropped her on the gravel road. The sudden impact on the ground took her breath and before she completely recovered he turned her on her stomach untied the noose …

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The Beverly Hillbillies_(0)

I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I’ve gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day of 1965 in Southern California; and I’ve found a nice shady spot along the stream. Later that morning I spot an older man walking upstream with a fishing pole. He is tall and slender but looks to be a transient. He has a week-old beard and he’s got on old shabby clothes and floppy hat. He wears a collarless white shirt and clodhopper boots. As he gets closer to my fishing spot, he calls out, “Howdy there, …

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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 2

Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 2 Chapter one showed the beginning of Frank and Janis. This is the continuation of the story. Frank and Janis had a date lasting one weekend. Sunday morning begins with Frank and Janis enjoying breakfast and talking about the night before which involved intense multiple orgasms, bondage, domination, submission and a little pain/pleasure. As they sat at the kitchen table talking about the activities of the night before Frank ask Janis questions regarding what she felt about what he had done to her wanting to know what she enjoyed and what she did not enjoy. He pointed out everything they did and ask if she had done any of it before and would she like to experience more of the same and other things that he had not done to force …

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WITCHES OF WESTMOOR

THE WITCHES OF WESTMOOR WOODS ##### Part 1 – A Walk in the Woods ##### Twas early in the spring of 1809 that she took up residence in the woods near our small and quiet town of Westmoor. We were a small community, reasonably polite, but wary of strangers. It was always “Miss Lendberg” to her face, maintaining the polite social pleasantries in which we all cloak our true emotions. But by early summer, she carried many another name. A witch, some called her, or for a more dramatic flair, “the dark maiden”. Actual facts on the arts she was said to practice in those woods were of course slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed gossip. These were only whispered of course. A decade into the 19th century, we knew ourselves …

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The Christmas Party_(2)

The tree was bright with lights, festive with decoration. The apartment warm, with a feeling of contentment in the air, along with the fragrance of the wonderful foods simmering and baking. The table set in a holiday theme, decorations and presents all around. As you walked in and glanced around, a smile came to you, along with a deep sigh of content bliss. Your slave had worked hard to make this evening very, very special, and it would be. I heard you come in the door, as I was finishing my hair. Placing the brush down, I checked one more time, then went to stand before you. Eyes lowered, lips parted, arms by my side, legs spread… locks and chain in place, I stood before you and waited for you to speak. Walking around the …

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