Fantasm

Her First Time With the Dog.

Ginny had grown up her entire life surrounded by farms, she lived on a farm, all her friends lived on farms, she was home schooled on a farm…it wasn’t much of a life, but she didn’t know much better. It was kind of the normal around her, she didn’t think anything of it. She spent most of her day helping her parents around the house, it was just her mom and dad, and her older brother Jason. Ginny had just turned eighteen, and like most of the girls around her age she was starting to feel more like a teenager and less like a kid. She was certainly starting to look like a teenager, almost like a real woman. Her long gangly legs and become shapely, her tiny breasts grown into full size B cups, …

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Tracey’s Collar

Tracey picked the collar up off the ground excitedly after having a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching her. She knew what the collar was of course, it was a slave collar and as Tracey held it in her hands she could see and feel that it was a good slave collar. It was a shiny silver colour, fairly narrow, made of steel with a sense of strength in it, she knew whoever wore this collar wouldn’t be taking it off in a hurry! As she turned it round her heart leapt, the key was in it. Tracey had seen slave collars before of course, even touched and held them, but she’d never seen one with a key attached, the keys were always out of sight, in the control of a man. …

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Punish Me

I knelt there waiting, in the mess of my own arousal. The hot wetness all over my legs still flowed slowly from between my thighs. I whimpered pitifully, neglected waiting for the next assault to my battered body. Out of the darkness he touched me, tugged hard at my nipples bruised and sore. I yelped and the heat of his palm across me face sent stars before my eyes and fireworks exploded across my pussy. ‘Punish me’ I thought. Every atom of my being buzzed with want for the pain he could inflict upon me. “You are not to speak, to moan, to groan or scream.” he growled at me, his voice almost a whisper. I tried so hard to obey, tried hard to be the good little bitch to be used as he sought …

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Sexcapades with my Girlfriend’s Mother – 1

Sexcapades – My girlfriends mother. I was studying in Milan and having a great time. Beautiful city, great food, lot of foreign students. Parties, dating, sex was a part of life here. For last 3 months I was dating a beautiful Swedish girl named Jacqueline. She was staying with her mother in small villa just on the outskirts of the city. So as it happened, it was Friday night. Jacqueline, me and few other friends were out bar hopping, drinking. She had to leave for an exhibition the next afternoon to Paris. She would be back after a week. Just after midnight and heavy drinking, our friends left us, so we decided to go to my apartment, have some sex before dropping her back home. She was drunk and insisted that we go dancing first. …

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Marine brats

I awoke this morning like so many others, but today was to be very different. Like clockwork at 4am the familiar cadences and the words, “Yo Lep! Yo Lep! Yo Lep! Right! Lep!” drifted in from outside. I remember jokingly asking my dad before he deployed if all Marines made “Lep” turns…and does two “Leps” make a right. I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes staggering up the hall toward the bathroom with my piss filled morning wood. On my way I wrapped on my little sister May’s door “Come on PipSqeak, gotta get ready for school” I hollered. I heard a muffled “OK, I’m up” as I ducked into the bathroom to take care of some pressing issues. A short while later May and I were sitting at the table shoveling down …

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Summoning a Demon

“Nomi is that you?” Naomi’s boyfriend shouted, from his garage, as she knocked on the front door. He used her families pronunciation of her name, rather than the normal one. Naomi had spent her whole live correcting people when they said her name the usual way, rather than the ‘Nomi’ of her family. Ian had picked up on the proper way to say it very quickly after they had first met at the school disco. That had been nearly a year and a half and they were still together. Of course they were both looking towards college, then university after. Or at least that was where Naomi was heading. Ian was not so sure he wanted university. His aim was college then heading out into the world to earn his living. Naomi was not certain …

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My Bitch Likes it Rough_(0)

My Bitch Likes it Rough This is a true account of my introduction to sadism and masochism. I was 29 married with two children and the most innofensive vanilla wife you could ever ask for. Sex was straight, missionary, no coming in her mouth, and never going anywhere near her asshole. IT WAS BORING! Then I met Anna (name changed). She was 48 unhappily married and had been a friend through my work for about a year. I had an office in the local hospital and she was one of my operatives. We would flirt occasionally but nothing ever came of it. I’m sure that other people thought we were having an affair but we were not. All that changed though one weekend, when i was pulling a double shift, looking after the daytime staff, …

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Suburban Sadist – Origin

Suburban Sadist – Origin This story contains: Blackmail Humiliation The actions described are fictitious and entirely illegal and immoral. *** Sadism: noun 1. Psychiatry. The condition in which sexual gratification depends on causing pain or degradation to others. 2. Any enjoyment in being cruel. 3. Extreme cruelty *** Mrs Blackwell looked at me with wide and tear-filled eyes as I explained what was going to happen to her. She would come to understand that her body was no longer hers. Instead, it would be mine and she would obey exactly what I commanded her to do. It is a strange feeling to control someone so completely, to utterly dominate another person, to know that I will get what I want from them, and most importantly, to know that they know. It is in incredible feeling …

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The Abduction of Vickie

The Abduction of Vickie by bo gun© After I stopped drinking, the bars and that bar scene just lost the attraction that used to afford me. Now I was still young and needed a social outlet. So as a replacement I started going to those trendy coffee shops. Mostly just to read and drink coffee, which was my new addiction, but also to watch the ladies. One of my favorite places to go was the Café Moon. Café Moon was the epitome of some non drinkers’ meat rack. Every evening after 5pm, the place would be jammed with secretaries, business men and woman of all ages and status. Making contacts and socializing, like one would in some smokey wall street martini bar. An upward mobile places, that attracted the usual business crowd with a craving …

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Bk 1, Ch 2: First Harvest

Chapter 2: First Harvest There were still a few hours before first light when we arrived in the woods outside the town. I had already sent Baldar and Inger ahead to neutralize the land-ward sentries. They appeared like ghosts out of the darkness. Inger grinned evilly, her hair slick with the blood of her victim, and Baldar flashed me a thumbs up. They had both killed their sentries without a sound. In the pre-dawn darkness, I hid sixty of my men and women—the bulk of my forces—in the forest three hundred meters north of the town. A smaller force of fifteen men led by Torstein hid behind some small storehouses west of the beach. I gave Inger two more warriors with orders to eliminate the sentries by the river. My remaining warriors set up a …

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Routine Questioning

It was an hour before midnight when they picked her up. The black and white van glided up behind her as she stood waiting for a bus. They took her gently, one officer holding each arm, like escorts. She started to ask a question and one of the voices beside her said, “This is just a routine questioning.” Sitting on the floor of the van she felt her heart hammering in the absolute darkness. The walls and floor were padded and the sound of the street moving underneath her was hushed. The van stopped and the doors opened. The night sky had been taken away and replaced with brightly lit walls, ceiling. The night wind had been changed into air that never blew. Again two men took her by the arms; they passed quickly from …

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The Ring_(0)

“No shit man, I’m telling you, go to the shop. For a price, the lady will give you something awesome,” Dave said. He was leaning back in his chair, steadying himself with one hand grasping the edge of the table. The other hand was holding a necklace out for inspection. Comments about its beauty had been resounding around the table for minutes now. The necklace had a thick gold chain, and its pendant was a big circular disk of gold that barely fit in the palm of his hand. A purple jewel sat in the center and took up much of the front surface’s space. With all its beauty, it was Dave’s boast on how it gave him unbridled good luck that caused upset in the group of friends. “Bullshit,” Frank responded commenting on the …

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Punished

I bent down the sidewalk and picked up the coin I found. Lucky day, I thought. It’s not everyday you find a coin in the sidewalk. Money isn’t easy to get, I chastised myself. Being an owner of a small café is no easy task. I’ve been alone almost my entire life. My parents were divorced and none of them either cared for me anyways. To them, I was just a boy to feed, keep a roof over my head, and a heavy burden. Luckily, I’ve moved past all of those negativity that held me down. I continued my walk and finally arrived at my little Café. The door was already unlocked and the Open sign was already flipped as I entered. “Hey, Dannie,” Jax called and I said hi go him in return. He …

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Ritual Blood Lust

Ritual Blood Lust By Samantha G. A few years ago my company closed its doors–for good. Just Fucking Great! I was really pissed about this turn of events; this job was the only reason I moved to Minnesota from my home in Phoenix. My career as a director of creative services had come to an end and so did the great salary. Now I had to do a career search and come up with another way to make a living. Fortunately, I had some money in stocks and a nice amount in the bank, so I wasn’t in a real panic yet. I was sitting at my computer working on resumes when my phone rang. It was a friend of mine from Phoenix, Jennifer, who also worked in an ad agency. As a matter of …

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Tanked

Tanked by The Technician Mind Control M/F Payback/Revenge = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A professor finds a very interesting way to defend his research against defunding. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 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. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and …

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Using Jane for my needs 3

“You’ve been out quite a bit and you’ve been a lot hornier than usual.” My wife stated casually while basking in the afterglow of a long, intense session of fucking the next night. “Have you found a new piece of ass on the side?” “As a matter of fact I have. She’s a tasty little piece of ass and I’m turning her into a complete submissive slut. I’m prepping her to serve us both, but I want to make sure she’s completely broken in first. I’m hoping she will be a pleasant surprise for you.” I replied. “I think you’re going to really enjoy dominating her.” “Awesome! It’s about time I get to explore that fantasy. Who would think it would be so hard to find a little submissive slut to serve the both of …

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No tip?

I ran home from work a bed was being delivered to my house. It was 4:15pm and the truck was already there. I thought it was strange that he was by himself. I mean beds aren’t heavy, but are also awkward. He was a huge guy about 6’4″ roughly 280lbs all muscle. He seemed annoyed that I wasn’t there to greet him but I let him in and he carried my mattress, then boxspring, and finally the frame upstairs to my apartment individually. I felt bad and I explained to him that I didn’t have time to stop at an ATM for a tip. He then told me “Well, then I have a tip for you”. I expected him to say something sarcastic but what I gotwas something very different. We were standing in the …

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Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (Conclusion)

January 17th, 2008 9:41pm The contractor is going to start tomorrow. I told him I was finishing the garage to hold services in it for a small church I was starting with my family. I figured we needed a raised platform, with steps leading up to it so that seemed like a good cover story. He said a project like this would normally take a week because he does everything himself. But, if I really needed it done quickly, and I wanted to pay for it, he could get helpers and finish it by Saturday. Apparently, there is usually a group of illegals hanging around near the hardware store and contractors will hire them for the day as needed. It isn’t strictly legal, but it’s so wide-spread that everyone turns a blind eye to it. …

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Botany_(0)

Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of late night infomercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new charcoal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her side to stare at the wall, glancing at her cell phone screen to check the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to suck, even if she went to sleep now. An idea struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something worth being tired about? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at home. Without …

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2 Slutty Sisters Part One: Coffeshop Quickie_(0)

When I was twenty I moved to Chicago because my girlfriend at the time was moving there to attend Northwestern University. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women. The cafe was open until 3 am and it was the only place around that was open after 10pm that wasn’t a bar. As a result we got a lot of undergraduates who would hang out and study all night, as well as high school students who really didn’t have anywhere else to go, and who liked having a safe space to brush shoulders with the college kids. The owner knew her target demographic, and …

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