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I think I let you off to easy last Christmas. Instead of just giving you a Christmas present, I think this Christmas it might be more fun to have you work a little bit first in order to get it. So I invented a little game that you must endure in order to get your present. We begin the game with me slowly striping you naked in the bedroom. As I do this I begin to tell you how this little game will work and you begin to get a little excited.

The boss waited till the rest of the employees had cleared out to call me into his office. "Yes, Mr. Spears?" "Christian," Spears slid an envelope across his desk. He was short and shaped more round then straight so he had to lean off his seat to reach me. He knew I didn't like being called Christian but he also thought money could buy him out of everything. I looked into the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.

Mary stood in her small kitchen, moving gracefully around the room while tending to her delicious concoctions. She loved to create tasty meals for her loved ones, and the food she made was showered in her emotions and love. There was no doubt in my mind that she took extreme pleasure in serving others such wonderful dishes. Her beauty was like no other, with her long flowing hair pulled back in a way that accentuated her gorgeous facial features, including her big smile.

This is the second instalment in my Chloe series and comes after "Chloe Steps Toward Submission" The first installment does not have a lot of sex in it but sets up the story and introduces the characters, as well as some characters I will use later. This story is a story I wrote for a friend, something for her to read and use to get off. Hopefully it works for you too.

The text came about an hour before he was due home. *had a fuck-ugly, shit-tastic day. be ready.* Well, if he'd had a bad day, she knew how to make him feel better. The outfit was one of his favorites, a creative web of string with slightly wider patches that might keep the wearer from being arrested. She loosened her hair, letting the chestnut mass wave naturally around her shoulders, and carefully applied heavy black kohl around her eyes.

Sandals flopped against her feet as she charged down the sidewalk. A few heads turned, noticing her slightly disheveled clothing and the flush spread across her cheeks. A tight t-shirt was shifted to the side, thrown on in a hurry. Her white jean shorts were left unbuttoned, barely clinging to sweaty hips as she walked. She charged her way down the sidewalk, breathing heavily with one thing on her mind. A hand reached into her pocket, finding a cell phone and unlocking it to start a text message.

I lay here. The soft buzz between my legs humming below the sheet. My hand going slightly numb from the vibration due to the amount of time that has transpired. The smell of my masturbation, a perfume upon the rigid silicone toy. My clit and labia lips swollen and beyond sensitivity but I continue to play due to the levels of my arousal. But still I was dripping. It slowly making a pool between my legs.

"Knife-ears, Knife-ears!" The children ran around the street shouting the name over and over again, laughing amongst themselves as Allisa walked past them, her armour clanking with every step. Allisa scowled at the little humans but she didn't dare do anything else. Were this Severterzem, her home, even the youngest of children would bow their heads when a noble such as Allisa walked by. Proper respect was ingrained within the dark elf culture, but clearly humans lacked the same values.

Author's note: I'm glad people have enjoyed the first part of my story! As a recap, Allisa has come to Elswick to submit terms of trade to the Bishop, Sera, and has been soundly humiliated by the human. I hope the second part lives up to expectations. It's a little juicier than the first! * "Good girl," Sera said. There was the creak of wood and Allisa turned to look over, but a hand held her head in place.

The Third Prequel: A House Wife's Tale The College Days I love it when they stare... and your father stared a lot. He found me at an odd time in my life, then again, isn't every teenager in the transition to adulthood confused in one way or another? You see I was what you'd refer to as an over achiever. I guess I always have been. Always top of my class, always taking over every single project or activity I did, I sought perfection because I felt imperfect on the inside, incomplete, therefore I over compensated on everything I did.

Wandering the cold dark streets alone, boot heels clicking a sharp staccato off the walls surrounding her, Ilena walks, tall, and lithe wrapped in a full-length hooded fur coat that hugs to her curves like a second skin. As she paces methodically down the abandoned street Ilena feels a niggling shiver glide through her senses. Her nostrils flair and she turns suddenly, eyes glimmering in the shade of the hood she wears.

There was running water in the background. Hannah knew more than anyone that this was never a good a sign about where the day was headed. Which doesn't stop her from stripping, eyes still closed. Master didn't expect her to wake up when he began to prep for a scene this early, but it was always nice to surprise him. To be ready by the time he came out from the bathroom.

Her boss was infuriatingly pretentious, which was perhaps why she found herself becoming increasingly snarky in her dealings with him. Mr. Sinclair's office had a "lord of the manor" style, complete with a giant desk and antique telephone. She understood that he had taken over the firm after his uncle passed, but that was long enough ago that he could redecorate. However, there was a formality to him that fit his surroundings.

Ballet was the world for Nikolai Nikolayvich. He had studied at the prestigious Russian Imperial Ballet Academy in Moscow and had gone on to dance for several years with the Bolshoi. Although he had never achieved the status of a principal or soloist, he was well regarded as a member of the Corps de Ballet for his grace. Like many a dancer, his on-stage career had been cut short by stress fractures and tendinitis.

May 2013 The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple. "I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head. "Isn't that what they used to tell us at the orphanage?

For the context of this story read, "Wife's Husband and Sister Dominated." My wife is Pam and my sister-in-law is Cindy To put this in perspective, I have left notes on my wife's vanity for years about things I would like her to do to me, but she always ignored them. She said she just did not think she could do those kinds of things. Pam was literally frigid for several years after we were married as a result of her upbringing.

Melinda slipped her fingers under Tanya's collar, holding the leash gently in her hand, guiding her over to her favorite chair, sitting down there and pulling her up into her lap, stroking her neck softly as she settled the girl there, whispering against her ear, "It was fun to torment you at work today, pet." Tanya looked around the room as she was guided along, groaning as she settled into her Mistress' lap, hearing the whisper, whispering her own response, "

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.

While running errands the other day, I stopped by the bank to cash my paycheck and inquire if one of the tellers had any pennies for me. I knew her well, as I did tellers in almost every branch in three counties, because I am all over the place as a contracted driver. Sometimes, tellers I've known for years are shocked to learn that I do not live in their small towns, but rather in a metro area a few dozen or so miles away.

"I'd love to be your booby-bammer." I replied. I continued staring at Joan's ample tits, as they slowly returned to their normal color. I was still tremendously turned on by what had just happened, and due to helping pull her downward to increase her own pleasure, I had forgone mine. I began jerking off once again, as I kept my eyes glued to her magnificent mams. "Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "

This preface is the background for most of my bondage and slavery stories. It describes a world where most girls are enslaved. Their bodies become owned property with no rights at all. At the moment most of my stories are brief visions into this world and do not exist in any order or anything that could be called a "book" but perhaps they will become organized into one some day...

I put on an entire Nike set of heather gray and volt dri-fit compression gear, and a pair of white shirts and a white hat. I had my backpack with my work clothes and a spare towel for working out strapped over one shoulder, as I entered Carolina's car. "Good morning, sir," she said as I sat down. "Good morning Carolina." I said in a dry tone. "Can I ask you something, and you will give me the honest truth?

This story is a fantasy, how I imagine a realistic ish lifestyle working when I meet the right woman. Sunday-Thursday The alarm goes off at 7am. Zoe gets out, wearing her short, form fitting nightie and lays out my clothes. Often, this is girly panties with Jeans and a t-shirt, but occasionally a bra, corset or silky girly slut wear is worn underneath. Today is a tight, pink, silk top that just covers my ass, tight jeans and tshirt.

Powerless Bratty Suspension -- 26.11.18 She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head... She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes.

It all started with an innocent bet over dinner one evening. With nothing more than a quick check of the internet I had won the bet, but I was not ready to collect. That would wait for another time and place. We did not even decide what the reward was. All she knew is that she lost. Weeks later, I decided it was time to collect. The kids were gone for the night and we would have the place to ourselves.

It was towards the beginning of the Northern Californian school year, as Lori was tidying up the classroom after the children had left for the day. She taught the very youngest children, and today, being the first day of the school year, had been hectic. The last of the children, and some mothers, had departed. She was looking forward to going home to her bachelor pad, kicking off her shoes, putting her feet up and downing a cool beer.

Lori thought she needed a Dom to contain her. She was leaking out everywhere, chasing after the amazing orgasm highs and never really slowing down. When things got quiet, she would find a way to stir the pot, get more cocks into the pipeline, go through a vetting process, fuck one or two, then move on to stirring the pot again. She just loved sex so much and a lot of her meets that she thought were the beginning were in reality an end for the other.

Lori, naked with her ass up and head down and feet hanging off the bed, was given her instructions and did her best to follow them. Her potential new Dom said no looking and no talking. He wanted her in position to be vulnerable and ready to be fucked. He wanted her full of someone else's cum first. He wanted to mark her. And then he wanted her filled up with even more cum.

I was shocked and embarrassed and immediately put in headspace from her direct words. Embarrassed not only by my very full diaper but that I had been caught disobeying a direct order. Head Mistress S walked over to me as I hurried to get back on my knees. She was dressed in a very beautiful business suit. She came very close to me, wrapped her hand around my head, pulling my face into her crotch and I immediately went weak from her scent and being allowed to touch her.

NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door's locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room.