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Punishment
She knew refusing to suck his cock would have consequences. She took her duties as his sex slave seriously, but she hated being forced awake in the middle of the night for anything. She was only half awake, but awake enough to resist when he tried to pry her mouth open, awake enough to know she was being a bad slave, and too sleepy and cranky to care. He ended up raping her cunt that night; he got especially turned on when she was in no condition to resist, so he didn't mind too much. Still,...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | David1234
Stranger in Strange Lands II
Inside the house, the Master knew, the two women were oblivious to the world outside of their room. The room itself was cool and full of the scents of spices, woods, oils, flowers, and sex. Mingled with those scents were the sounds of kissing, licking, moaning, murmuring, savoring, loving. The Master could almost taste them in the air, just as the women could taste each other. The Master missed that taste. The sweet and tangy taste He had found between a woman's legs. The two women filled...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Stranger in Strange Lands I
The dust and dirt of a hundred kingdoms powdered the smooth, yet tough feet of the Master as he walked down the road. His stride was even and measured, almost slow. His gait was rolling and easy, as if he were striding across a suspended rope bridge or the deck of a heavily masted clipper. With each step, the dust below his feet billowed out in soft reverberating puffs, and his large footprint remained in stark contrast to the untrod earth around it. In front of the Master the road...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Increased addiction to my mistress
After a quite restless night I woke up the next morning, still moist between my thighs, just thinking of what happened to me. For a short moment I considered, what to do, to go back to the hotel and meet with Christine, or to simply continue my average life. Seeing the clothes she gave my neatly put in the chair next to my bed made the decision easy, as my mind wandered back to the strange, but wonderful feeling I experienced during her treatment. While having a quick breakfast, I put the...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: 2014. 10. 25. | Number of comments: 1 | jojol
a fantasy story of how I became addicted to my mistress
I am a cute, innocent girl shortly after her school education finished who is working in a large hotel in room service during summer vacation to earn some money. I am wearing a tight white blouse with tie, black skirt (kneelong) and holderless thights, as I don’t like wearing pantyhose. I keep getting calls from a very sexy lady, who is always dressed like a business woman in one of the guest rooms, to serve her drinks and several times a day. After doing so for 3 days, in the afternoon,...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | jojol
Broken Wings - part 3
“Now it’s your turn, “he mumbled and bent down to kiss her throat. He worked his way slowly down to her breasts and ran his tongue in circles around each nipple, first one then the other. He sucked deeply at each nipple, took one between his teeth and bit it so hard she nearly bleed and cried out in pain. He reached up, touched her face and brought back his sperm on his fingers to rub onto her nipples. He worked the warm, soothing sperm into every crevice of her hard nipples. He ran his...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Cezanne Exhibition - Szépművészeti Múzeum – Fetish critique
- Prologue - Budapest my beloved, my Film-Noir city, why are you so down? I return after six long years and I find your sons and daughters so gloomy. What happened to the great gypsy concerts on the 8th district? How is it possible that in a city of almost two million people, there's only one(!)fetish party every two months? And above all - how come it's so hard to find a place where one can smoke inside, not outside like a dog in the snow?! Yes, I know there's an EU ban against...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: 2013. 01. 20. | Number of comments: 1 |
Broken Wings - part 2
“Say it!” he demanded and nearly ripped the hair from her head. She spat out the words from between her tears. “I want you to fuck me, you fucking prick! I’m a cunt and I’m begging you to fuck me! Treat me like dirt. Make me beg for it. Do it you goddamn prick! I’m a fucking slut and I’m begging you to fuck me!” “OK” he said relaxing his grip on her hair, “I’ll do it but only because you’re begging me.” His words slashed more sharply than his knife could. She was forced to beg but...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
A night to remember
i usually clean myself before going to sleep, so i was thinking whether to postpone the activity to the morning. It would have the advantage of not having to dry the bath tub after it and before going to sleep and i was thinking after so much coming, i should have cleaned myself anyway in the morning. On the other side, every extra activity related to it had the benefit of reminding me why i am doing what i am doing. So i had a shower (i seldom use the tub for a bath, who has time) and then...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Broken wings
Broken Wings Part 1 She awoke to find herself on a bed tied by the wrists and a man she did not know straddling her waist. Was this a dream? Sometimes she had woken up in the morning with the remnants of a bad dream so vivid in her mind it still seemed real. He was tying the last knot into the long rope that restrained her wrists. The rope cut into her skin and she heard herself screech sharply in pain. That convinced her – this was no dream; it was real. She tried to move her head...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
Party
Rachel hated her mother's parties. It was a beautiful spring day and rather than wandering the hills wearing jeans and a tee shirt, Rachel was wearing a frilly white dress with little blue flowers on it. The skirt came down to her knees and she was wearing white socks and a matching pair of white shoes. Rachel hated the dress. The shoes were uncomfortable and the socks looked silly as far as she was concerned. "You look beautiful" Nanny told Rachel, stepping back after tying a ribbon in...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | Antaresz
Instructions
Instructions Hello Ms. L. I called you into my office for a private conversation. Please shut the door. I’m very disappointed in your work, Ms. L. When you first came to this company you were young, fresh and enthusiastic, but lacking in experience. I decided to take a chance on you, hoping you would be a quick learner. I though your youthful energy would make up for your lack of background. I was wrong. Your work has simply not been up to par for this company. I know, I know,...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: 2011. 12. 05. | Number of comments: 1 |
Uninhabited Island
The following story is fiction. Several years ago I posted an ad saying "I'd like to spend about a year on an uninhabited tropical island far away from civilization in the society of two beautiful slave-girls. The point is that they cannot seek help from anyone if I'd be too harsh on them; but I promise that their health'll not be harmed in the slightest. Of course, bruises and slight injuries are not counted as harm of health. We are not going to take any clothes or shoes for the...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 |
The dark
i have followed the instructions, now i am here in the basement of a house i have never been before, as instructed. i am cold as i my dress is very light, considering the location. T-shirt and short skirt, no bra and no underwear, as instructed. i am kneeling with naked legs on the floor and barefoot, i can feel the floor is irregular concrete. Three steps from the door, as instructed. in distance i can hear the sound of a bell tolling nine time. i have therefore waited one hour, as...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0
The chair
Synopsis: Jenny had built the chair for fun, but something went terribly wrong when she used it. Jenny had built the chair herself, from strong oak, and heavy metal brackets. The chair itself had taken her over three months to make. Hard wood is not so easy to cut when you’re just a female, with no real strength. But the hardest part was the seat, or almost a seat. The centre of the seat was a large circular hole, very much like an old commode. But there was no bucket under it....
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | SensualSM
CAPTIVES OF TAMURLAINE
Who remembers Bayezit, the Ottoman sultan? In his time, the late fourteenth century, while he ruled, he was a world-class monster, feared by all who stood a chance of encountering him. He ruled supreme in Asia Minor, terrorizing all the other minor powers and princelings, merchant kingdoms and withered empires. Venice, Florence, Genoa, Rome, they'd all heard of him, and feared his violence and greed. To the growing despair of its few supporters in the West, it was he who threatened Byzantium...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | commos
Were Women Nailed Nude To The Cross?
Were Women Nailed Nude To The Cross? Roman crucifixion represented a specific punishment for a specific class of people: slaves, criminals, foreigners, or traitors. Neither the gender nor the religion of those condemned bore any special distinction in the assignment of the class of punishment. A Christian Roman citizen could not be legally crucified. For example, the Romans beheaded Paul (Saul of Tarsus) but crucified Simon Peter. The primary proponent of Christianity, Paul rightfully...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | commos
sarah
this is a story about what happen to me and a friend a few years ago, when we were 17. Myself and my friend Jane had just got back to my house after a day at school. We had planned to work on our school project that afternoon. We walked into the living room, and we walked straight into a man with a ski mask. We both went to scream, but he pointed this gun at us and told us to be quite. he told us to kneal, and put out hands behind our heads. he asked us who we were, and also when the next...
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Lady Imogen
Lady Imogen and myself returned from our ride and as we walked our horses into the yard towards the two stable boys who were already there waiting for us Lady Imogen turned to me and spoke: "After such an enjoyable ride I am quite in the mood for a little more fun… What do you think?" I smiled at her and asked: "And what is it that you have in mind?" Lady Imogen continued: "Well… Lets see who is available and then we can decide what would be fun?" I must admit that I was...
Section: Stories | Latest comment: Never | Number of comments: 0 | commos
Weekend at the Andersons
Chapter 1 Traffic had been a madhouse and Kevin Hamm walked into the offices of Trans-Electron at precisely 4 minutes after 9 in the morning. “Damn!” Kevin muttered, straighten his jacket, and thought to himself, “Almost on time anyway...even with landing that account, I can’t afford be late! I’m sure Ms Anderson is aching for an excuse to give me a hard time again.” Ms Helen Anderson looked across a large beautifully finished mahogany desk and through the partially opened blind drawn window...
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