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I was surprised that she called me the next night and had me come over. She had written a set of rules for me to follow when I wasn't with her. I was not allowed to read them there, only agree. If not it was over between us. Being the horny boy I was I agreed on the spot. For my reward we went to her basement and she had me lay on my back on the couch, only shirt off.

Chrissie finally made the appointment, but after months of research she had decided she really wanted it more than anything. Just the thought made her tingle and make her panties moist. She had three more days to wait, the appointment was at 10pm. Chrissie closed her eyes and started masturbating under the covers, her fingers lightly touching her clit, she had a small orgasm enough to curb her appetite and she then fell asleep fingers still in her panties.

Friday lunchtime had come and gone, and Chloe was getting worried. She was already getting 15 lashes this evening, and she had completely failed to get Tim to take another look and watch her masturbate. God knows how many I will get for that, she thought. He had sat in the same desk Thursday and today but hadn't looked, which she found strange, as he had never sat there until Monday.

This Chapter like all the story has been edited by TRCIII, I would like to thank him for the hard work in making this story as good as it can be! Chloe sat at her desk. It was not long to home time on Wednesday, and she was looking forward to seeing Andy. She was not sure why he had made the last two days hard; the vibrating love egg had a lot to answer for.

It was early Tuesday Morning, and Chloe was in the office a good 50 minutes earlier than normal. Yesterday evening, Andy had given her a task, when she was given it she had no idea how to complete it. After a lot of thought last night she was ready. The task was to film herself completely naked in 3 public places. If she was caught or found out, she would be punished.

Emma looked shocked. Horrified, actually. Her mouth was moving, but not a sound came out. Chloe had just finished telling her best friend about Andy. It was a little more than ten weeks since that first day with Andy, and Emma was the first person to whom she had spilled all the details. Finally, Emma managed to form real words, and said, "Almost three months?" "Yes. It has been fabulous," Chloe replied.

The pain was unpleasant as Chloe sat on the toilet extracting the Butt Plug; she had her other hand over her mouth in case she made too much noise. There was a pop as it came out, and she relaxed, feeling her heart rate slow, and breathing returning to normal. She could not believe she was here. Less than three weeks ago, she had made the decision to progress down this path.

The butt plug was uncomfortable, she had mastered walking and almost forgot that it was there, but driving was a totally different thing. Every time she pressed the clutch or brake, the movement of her legs forced the plug against the seat, and reminded her with sharp discomfort that it was there. Thankfully she was almost home, only two or three minutes away. Had Andy known this would happen when he told her to have it in when she got back to his place?

The alleyway between two brick buildings was unremarkable, hidden behind a torn-open section of chain-link fence. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall. As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, the quiet, empty street met with some company; a handful of men arrived, ducking through the hole in the fence to mull around by the dumpster.

I've always believed that people should use whatever talents they have to their fullest ability. Some guys are born athletes; some excel in business or the stock market. Me, I've always had an uncanny knack for reading women, or more specifically, spotting submissive women. There are more of them than you realize. In fact many women don't even fully realize their own desire to be used and abused by a dominant man.

Her chest was heaving greatly, while her heart beat loudly, as panic engulfed her with her legs racing through the woodlands to get away, to escape, but she knew any attempt was hopeless. Even still, she was alert to every noise that filled the air, of small animals scurrying to and fro, of a variety of birds singing to each other high up in the trees, of the rustle from dead leaves and briars disturbed by the wind and other creatures that populated the forest and then there was the Predator who was stalking her.

(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best assets. In lots of ways, he was teaching her that she was his vessel, his alone .

It was finally here, my time to retire. I had been a Navy Seal for 10 years and my body and mind was in need of a rest; and by rest of course I mean an easy job like a security guard for a pharmaceutical company. The worst of anything that could happen at a place like this was some raging lunatic storming the front desk asking for a refund because the medicine his wife was taking turned her into a rabid zombie.

As he stood beside the examining table with flames raging in his cheeks, he submitted to the doctors unexpected request of full nudity. With his clothes neatly piled on the adjacent chair, he laid his bare body against the cold blue plastic and took a deep, calming inhale before letting it slowly ooze out his nostrils. "Why ... is it I have to be naked?" he asked sheepishly, already knowing it was a question of no use.

She checks the instructions on her phone. She's clean. Dripping wet from the shower, her hair turbaned on top of her head, warm and heavy. He hasn't put his requirements in any kind of sensible order. She rearranges them in her head: she's already waxed and smooth. She dealt with the enema before getting in the shower. That leaves hair, makeup, clothing, and the toy. Hair first, she decides. She dries herself roughly, then hangs up the towel.

This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy... --- Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately.

I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.

Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year's added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her. "Sorry, dear."

*Dedicated to my male and female submissive anal sluts... this story is not one of male/female submission, but rather Domme/male submission. Benford puts his Queen of Debauchery through her first test, as a Mistress.* * Lord Benford woke the next morning to see his Queen lying beside him. Her breathing was calm and sedate, yet he knew that in the midst of passion she was so much more. He had always dreamed of finding her.

She was alone in a new city full of exciting possibilities and had dressed appropriately in a form-fitting white satin knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. She was five foot five, small, yet devastatingly curvy, 8G firm natural breasts, full hips and ass, shapely legs, long platinum blonde hair and milky pale skin. She was beautiful and she knew it, she played up on it, affected shyness to manipulate and control. She had big blue eyes that could make men and women do anything she wanted.

Amy's life had settled into an enjoyable routine, mainly focussed on indulgent chats with patients and frequent romps with her newfound Filipino friend. Ditzy, without ever intending to be, she rapidly became everyone's favourite nurse and, since political correctness held no sway within these private walls, attracted many a friendly pat on her perfectly formed posterior. In truth Amy was being paid to be a tangible feel-good factor. Predictably she was propositioned - an oil-Sheik offered a house should she consent to being more liberal with her favours - but Amy charmingly deflected such inducements in a manner skilfully contrived to leave both parties un-offended.

1. The Game They were sitting on the couch watching TV one night, her head in his lap, when she reached over and grabbed the remote and hit Mute. It was right in the middle of a show he loved. "What was that for?" he asked. She turned her head to look up at him and with a serious tone said, "Can we talk about something delicate?" Here it comes, he thought with a sigh.

Prisoner Of Lust A Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Side Story Camilo paced nervously in the kitchen as he looked at his phone. It would ring any minute and his nerves were standing on edge. He'd just closed his laptop after a brief chat with a woman on Fetlife. At least, he hoped it was a woman. One could never be certain a stranger's profile was real until you met them in real life.

The last time he had messed up was a difficult one. She had demanded that he stand there before her and lower his pants to his ankles. Hes shorts and pants there on the floor, he stood there standing. His rock hard penis pointed at her erect twitching. There he stood with her eyes upon him. It was difficult not to feel self conscious and he was so overwrought, he feared he may cum as he stood there.

Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Very often, Nick would write a detailed role play for them to play out and send to her in advance.

It has been two days since my first real play-session with my girlfriend. And oh my, was it two very long days since then. My hope that living my fantasy would reduce my horniness and leave me free to think about other stuff was absolutely crushed. I couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. About her thighs, the change of her tone when she commanded me, the look in her eyes.

Spa Day and the "Skimon" "...Because I need a boat... I live in the Gulf... Didn't you say I needed to live like a millionaire?... Well, buying a boat makes me ACT like one, doesn't it?!... I've window shopped a bit online... Yeah... There's room in the marina close by... Do millionaires do their own maintenance?... I suppose a hundred grand give or take ten?... Wait... What'd you think I was gonna spend?

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year! ***** Locked up for Christmas The dappled grey stallion whistled as he stepped into the flat he shared with his partner, Amethyst, hanging the keys up on the hook behind the door.

"The thing about a great beginning is that there is no such thing. We carry ourselves around in this world, letting things fall on chance, and we hope that this is a great beginning. Just like I did, with You." said Joe the first time he confessed his love for Lizzie. A great beginning for a love story right? Well, ask Lizzie about that and her Reddit profile, where she posts stories about her sexual fantasies and asks advice about a marriage that never had anything but vanilla sex and faked orgasms.

I look up from my kneeling position, past your erect cock that is mere inches from my face. I lick my lips as my eyes reach yours. There is a hungry look in the depths of your blue orbs and I feel the fresh rush of liquid coat my slit from that look. I know that you are waiting patiently, but only for a moment, so I move my focus back down to your bobbing member.