Sado-Masochism

Little Dancer – Chapters Three and Four

Little Dancer By Semiater Chapter Three I’m not sure how late Anna ended up staying the night before cleaning, but I beat her in this morning. Though, to be perfectly honest, that was usually the scenario. I generally got there before we really ‘opened’, before the clients started showing up, usually an hour early most of the time, but today, I’d got in like 7am. It was easier to get work done that way, when it was quiet. And then Anna, she was of course, always was there once we actually started having people in. I’d got in the zone and was plodding away with the numbers when I finally heard Anna come in downstairs. We weren’t supposed to open for another hour or so still, and I’d already finished most of what I had …

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The “Gentlemen’s” Club

After leaving Uni Claire worked for a real estate company down town for a couple of years until it folded in the crash of 2008 She struggled for a while doing odd shifts waitressing and temping in offices getting deeper in debt until she found out they were recruiting hostesses at a Gentlemen’s club down town. She wouldn’t be seen dead in such a place usually but she was desperate and had bills to pay. She applied and got offered a weeks trial Gentleman’s club Claire arrived for her first shift working at the club just after 7.30pm. She stepped into the office for instructions. “You’re late,” The Manager barked. “Get changed and get to work.” “Changed?” she asked. “Changed, you can’t work dressed like that can you?” he snapped, “Here wear this,” he continued …

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Guilt Expunged

Julie was a typical middle-class mum with a good job, a successful, loving husband and two beautiful children. She always attended Parent’s Days at the school; she and her husband had a healthy social life and sex life and Julie was on various rosters at church to do things like serving coffee and even Bible reading in the services. But Julie had a deep secret. Of course, Dave, her husband knew all about Julie’s difficult childhood and they had been working through it together. Julie’s mum had been a difficult woman who found it hard to show affection. Her love for Julie had manifested mainly in a strong desire to protect her child by keeping her on the straight and narrow and this, in turn, had led to a strict regime and to a demand …

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Heidi’s Heinie

Heidi’s Heinie There comes a time when a typical girl want to be her lover’s sex slave. Usually for me it’s about the time I realized I want him inside me and I’m probably going to get my wish. It’s not so much his actual penetration as my acceptance of it’s delightful inevitability. And I guess any sort of penetration qualifies. Even giving him a blow job makes me his lover. Anal sex certainly does, though I can’t remember ever having anal sex with a man and not also sharing with him the pleasure of vaginal coupling as well, though not always first. The real master types sometimes like to “brand” a girl first. After a girl’s been “raped” in the ass, she really knows she’s been “mastered”. It’s actually quite exciting. Of course, I …

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If the Trees Could Speak: Part I

We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. I subtly watch my latest catch whose pale blonde hair shimmers like stardust under the flashes of street lights. But its sheen is no match for the deep mahogany eyes that only seek impending gratification. I swallow the lump of bitterness knowing that I could never have someone like that. Hookers aren’t meant for love. The city buildings gradually fall away to miles of forest and swampland. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. “So, uh, where we …

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The Algorithm’s Judgment

The Algorithm’s Judgment: Part 3 – The Ego Regulation Protocol The city’s light filtered through the rain-streaked windows of the lecture hall, casting a sterile glow on the faces of the students. Amelie sat ramrod straight, her spine a column of rigid principle, her hands clasped on the desk before her like a supplicant’s. She was a creature of order, a believer in the crystalline perfection of the System. Her mind, a meticulously organized library of rules and regulations, found comfort in the AI’s omnipresent, benevolent guidance. Her family’s social score, a gleaming 98.7, was a testament to their unwavering compliance, a number she cherished as a sacred relic. Then, the chime. A soft, melodic trill that cut through the professor’s droning lecture on ethical subroutines. The central holographic display flickered, shifting from complex code …

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Journey of a Pain Slut – Act 4

PART 1 – The Guy “How was your day love?” I made a point of calling my wife. It was Monday, a whole day since I saw my Little Girl at Leeds Station. We had our thing my slut and I, and that ‘thing’ was supposed to draw the boundaries and define what it was that we had, and where it was we had it, but if I was being honest I just could not get her out of my head. Even during the waking moments with my eyes open I ‘saw’ her … on the cross, tied to the bed, in the throes of orgasm, her arms around my neck whispering ‘thank you.’ … and she would be gone until Friday. “Hi darling, oh we had a brilliant day, thank you for asking. Sis …

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Raped and Willing

Every year I have a tradition. On New Year’s Day I completely abstain from sex. This year it is easier than most. I don’t have a boyfriend to explain why, or argue with him about it every day. Or explain why I travel to a random city in April. It’s also not just sex. I refuse to let anything penetrate me. No orgasm, but I edge every night. I spend three straight months driving my body completely insane. For one reason—not religion, not even some detox thing—but today is the first day of April and my plane just touched down. “We have made it to our destination. Please depart the plane in an orderly fashion, and enjoy our beautiful city.” “Oh, I will.” With a smile I walk out of the airport, nothing packed, not …

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Victim

I was going insane. Some people would say I was already there, and it would be the truth. I was insane, medically speaking anyways, but at the moment I was going insane because I hadn’t done my favorite thing in a while. It was time to scope out the bars and find my next victim. She didn’t have to be beautiful, but it helped. I loved when my victim was beautiful. Marring her skin up always gave me immense pleasure. Hearing her scream would always make me hard as fuck. My victims were almost always females, I occasionally threw in a man into the mix, but tonight I wanted a female. My hands started twitching thinking about taking my next victim. It had been too long since I had done this. Three months, maybe four. …

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Diary of a Pain Slut – Week Two of Five

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 reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the …

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FuckLore: The Dryad

————————————– FuckLore: —The Dryad. Short story from the perspective of a supernatural female monster. She lures and ambushes a group of college-age hikers. Modern setting, fantasy horror, tentacles, plants, extreme, NC. —The Night Mare. Short story from the perspective of a supernatural goblin-like monster. He creeps around the apartment of a college-grad while she sleeps, putting her through a series of fantastical nightmare scenes. Modern setting, fantasy horror, extreme, NC. —Pixie Lust. Short story from the perspective of an 18 year-old boy. Out in a meadow at the family farm, he peeps his pretend-sisters and pretend-cousin masturbating with pixies. Modern setting, fantasy horror, extreme, NC. —Toy Tale. Short story from the perspective of a guy who comes back from college for a family Christmas party. He uses voodoo doll magic to hypnotize his entire extended …

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The Bitch Has It Coming-A

(I am keeping this story together even as I write new parts. So many read only the current thing in ‘New Stories’ then make comments about it being confusing and unclear. There are some added and reworked pieces in the first part anyway. Read and rate, pro or con.) It was almost too easy. Grabbing her as she walks past the dark doorway. Sticking the syringe in the back of her thigh. Now with her nicely drugged and out cold in the back of my van I can get on with daydreaming of what will happen over the next day or so. Hmmmm. I hope that animal sedation drug does not kill her but oh well. My mouth almost waters at the thoughts. Driving carefully through the city toward the country and the vacant house …

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Kelly’s Quest – Part 1 of 4

This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful “golden cocoon” that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source– her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that she is not the first of her lineage to have “the yearning.” This story is more about bondage and erotic pain than actual sex, so if that is not your kink, you may want to skip this one. Those who understand, will understand. Those who do not are often offended. You have been warned. This is part one of four parts. Each part stands more or …

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The Taste of Honey

“Peach.” Donna waited for a response. She felt fairly certain that she was correct but under the circumstances she just couldn’t be sure. The delay, a few seconds that felt like minutes, increased her apprehension. Was she right? What was going to happen? She felt his tongue gently licking at her nipple. A sense of relief came over her as a warm glow spread throughout her body. Her guess was right. She smiled. Everything else faded out as she experienced the joy of having her sensitive nipples pleasured. All that existed was the feeling of his wet mouth and saliva soaked fingers sucking and pinching at her taut nipples. She moaned. She wanted to speak, to tell him how good it felt but she couldn’t. Ten words. That was all she was allowed to say …

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Lesbian to Escort and back again ?

My Story is true (the names are not), it’s not finished as the journey continues. Its the diary/ blog of a young Lesbian Asian American girl (me) who bored with conservative living in the USA breaks away to travel the world and find herself. The story is long so I can’t post it here, but here’s the link to my blog, I hope you read it. It’s free and not spam. http://www.blogger.com/profile/05948741421379569440 A snip from the last post/ page: On return ing to Kunming we relaxed, messed around and did “normal person” things. One evening Gemstone gave us all a red envelope each, Lotus, Flower and Happy smile, obviously knowing it’s content. I asked what it is, she replied a gift from the last weeks organizers. Inside was $10 k USD !!! I was shocked …

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The Stalker Visit One Day Two

This is FANTANSY. I feel like given this website I should not have to say this, but this behavior is not acceptable. No women should be treated/trained like this ever. Please enjoy it as a fantasy. I am a begining author so I apprecieate negative and positive comments, please just leave the “Sicko” comments to yourself and do not read if home invasion/force/torture. do not excite you at least on some level. Thank you Katlyn. If you really enjoyed it and would like to edit further stories please contact me. Saturday Morning came and Sally stretched her eyes closed arms and legs straight out, when she felt something heavy on her wrists, she opened her eyes and saw the cuff on her wrist and then the day before came flooding back, she frantically looked around …

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Sir Salt

Chapter 52: SIR SALT After sampling some of the local talent, I wanted an adventure. I decided to take my boat exploring some of the local waters. I notified the office that I would be gone for a couple of days, secured my dinghy to my assigned mooring ball, and cast off. I navigated to the “ditch” and relaxed in my comfortable cockpit as I watched the scenery drift past in slow motion. I had no destination, just a desire to escape for a day. I wanted time to be alone, to think, to assess my journey so far and where I was going. I was hankering for a cold beer but denied myself that luxury. No booze or pot for the helmsman while underway. Captain’s law. With a big sigh and the sun sinking …

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My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 3

Chapter Three “Just a tad bit more,” Isaac said. Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes. “Perfect, just like that. Now, onto Cheerios…” It was an interesting scene taking place in Isaac’s kitchen; it was like he and Holly were preparing a buffet. Isaac had originally started out simply trying to list things Holly could cook for breakfast and dinner, but with a sudden drive of perfectionism, Holly became incredibly needy for meticulously precise instructions on how everything had to be done. Isaac had told her he didn’t really care how she cooked, but afraid of leaving her master unsatisfied, she wanted to closely examine every meal as to his personal preference. She needed something to strive for, …

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I Made The Popular Girl My Pain Slave

Taylor is the most popular girl at school with an absolutely flawless figure making her the object of pretty much every male students lust. She is super skinny with long platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes and plump pink lips, she has a perfect bubble butt and small perky tits, basically she is the school girl every man fantasises about fucking. Everyone seems to think that she is perfectly innocent with her wide smile, puppy dog eyes and her hair worn in pigtails but some of us know better. Taylor is a bitch. She seems to take a dislike to some people and those she does she bullies mercilessly with her little group of sycophants. I am one of those people she has taken a dislike to. We had to work on a project in …

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Being Human – part 1

“I asked him, “Do you know the difference between nude and naked?” He shook his head. “Nude is artistic. Naked is defenseless.” ― Larry Niven Chapter One Pixel drummed her fingers on her laptop in an absent minded cadence. She sat on a park bench, her bicycle propped up next to her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she scowled at the computer code in front of her. The white text on the screen was almost fuzzy against the black background of the terminal window. The moment had come to execute her code, which would perform a buffer overflow. If the exploit worked she’d have just mere minutes to scope out the operating system. She needed to find what she was looking for in seconds, copy it, then remove all traces of what she’d …

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