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On Friday night, Todd sat at home sulking on his couch. Typically for his young age, he could be out having drinks with friends, but the reality of his situation since meeting Paige. Not only had he surrendered to one of his students, but she had incriminating evidence of him. He couldn’t believe how quickly

Master often talked of having my nipples pierced, the thought always aroused me. But enduring constant pain if not properly pierced, stop any positive response from me. This time, His words were made clear that the time was near. That this was what He wanted and wanted it to happen in a very erotic setting.

I was awoken by a hand gently nudging me. I looked up from the rubber mat I was lying on to see Pet, a finger to her mouth to let me know to keep quiet. She silently unlocked the cage and then, taking me by the hand led me out across the room. As passed

The phone only rang once before Don heard Anna’s still familiar voice. “Hello?””Hi””Who’s that…..? Good God!” The penny had dropped! “Talk about a blast from the past, how are you?They had been an ‘item’ once, until her obsessive jealousy and possessiveness had killed Don’s feelings. He knew that he was walking on emotional thin ice

Two weeks had passed since that humiliating and life changing day. I was again sitting at my desk when I heard the front door open…it was Richard’s voice…I stood up and then quickly sat down again. What do I do? Oh My God, is this really happening again? I stood up again and walk toward

This 4 part story incorporates a reworking of one I have had previously published on Literotica, ‘The Panel’. This Part 2 details the events at the Panel and have previously been published, it has been edited to correct typos etc.Panel Time — slave girl saraI know this as fact, you may think it fiction, and

(This is the twenty-third story in a series about the sexual journey of a woman with near insatiable needs. Some of the previous stories are referred to in this one. Enjoy.)I slowly swim up to consciousness out of a deep, dreamless sleep. Morning light filters through the window opposite the bed. I am barely awake

For the rest of the day, Kaysie made me walk around naked. I was comfortable with it, she was the only one who saw me but I felt incredibly vulnerable whenever I was next to her, fully clothed in jeans and a white shirt as if it was a normal day. She giggled at several

Author’s Note: This is a love story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not, choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the ninth in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context.

This time the subject line of his email said, “Please.” When I opened it, there was no content. I hit reply and told him three things: meet me at the RV in five days, do not shave your head during the days we are apart, bring something to play with.Inside the RV, he sat at

About me:I’m a man who wears many different hats: psychiatrist, college professor, real estate investor, semi-professional cyclist, hobby chef, dungeon master. (oops, what was that last one?;) )During my few years teaching at a local college, I was in an on-and-off, no-strings-attached, sexual relationship with a student of mine named Christine. Christine and I never

Chapter 36Ms. Laura began by unbuttoning her blouse and shedding her skirt. No panties and only a black lacey bra under that she was naked in seconds. Crawling onto the table behind me, she pressed her breasts against my back. Her hands dove under my arms and she embraced me tight from behind. She held

I spent 5 years with Heidi in my life in these all true stories. After her completely dominating me in body and soul meeting her at work and in our private life her true sadistic self was apparent from the countless beatings and femdom sex life she controlled. After being abused in two bad marriages

35Three long, slow weeks had passed since Laura had agreed to accompany Amelia to her monthly meeting. Despite considering various scenario’s she was still none the wiser of what would be expected of her–and she didn’t mind in the least.”She’s going to be here before you’re ready if you don’t hurry up,” Andrew told her

Loreal Himura watched the King and Queen wake up from a cage in the room’s corner where it had slept. The Queen had just arrived yesterday, and Elizabeth, the King, had been showing her a great deal of affection since they had just gotten married. Lorelai, the new queen, had been a little shocked when

Chapter 6″That was interesting,” Teryn understated.”Yes.””So you told me a lot, but hardly everything. Look at me, I want to see that nose piercing.”I could not disobey my roomie and looked at her, into her eyes just briefly, but unable to hold her gaze, I dropped my gaze to her mouth.”What the fuck is your

Synopsis : This series chronicles the real life of a true sub and fucktoy. She is controlled by her Master to be but an object, body, toy and holes for men to use. This is not fiction or fantasy. The people, activities and events are all true, but some names, locations and identifying details have

Kim was browsing the aisles of her favorite department store. She’d made this a Saturday morning routine, browsing for new arrivals shortly after opening hours.She’d even managed to convince her husband to join her by promising a walk in the park behind their neighborhood afterward. He’d diligently shown up, although he usually made a beeline

University Life – Part 2 – Spring TermA story of three terms of university life living under a very clever landlord.These previously published stories were given to me to update by my former trainer as he knows I love them so much.Zoë had been short with the rent one month in the previous term and

She stood there. The lighting was the worst I had seen. The bulbs had been forty watts and the shadows it produced were everywhere. We played on a tiny and wobbly stage. The stench of cigarettes, cigars and other smokeable, permeated the air, floor, walls, and any furniture that had survived a fight scene. What