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Tarnheim Academy, Part 2 Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused. My bottom still glowed bright scarlet from the merciless whipping Headmistress had given me, and I still shuddered from the lascivious teasing of her talented tongue. I felt transformed, but into what? I waited hesitantly as Miss Krieger methodically drew on her tight leather outfit, not daring to move until instructed. At last she pulled on her black leather gloves and then turned to me, her smile gone and her face once more a...

Miss Marchant's quarters are situated on the top floor, well away from both the staff's quarters and the children's dormitories. The rooms are private, isolated and soundproofed so that the screams of the children she tortures to satisfy her pent-up sexual passions, can't be heard throughout the orphanage. When the other children were sent to bed that evening, the matron brought Sally to Alice's bedroom to prepare her. Drugged, little Sally wasn't sure where she was, the bed wasn't hers; it was far too large to be hers. The air was perfumed and there was a feminine musk that clung to...

Three J's and an S Go Skiing - Day 3, Part 2 By The Technician BDSM FFF/F D/s / Mild / Exhibitionism / Consensual Slavery / F/F / Snow / Cold / Humiliation / Electro-sex = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess ofnew snow traps them in their cabin. This is the fourth in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make...

I text and called Denise several times in the next couple of weeks but it was sometime before I heard back from her. Then I got a text informing me that she had moved and if I could come to her new flat in a couple of days time. I agreed and a few days later I arrived at a secluded flat a couple of miles from her old property. I had thought about the last time I had met Denise and although I had totally enjoyed every moment, I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that...

My name is Kitana Young. My father is American, my mother Lebanese, and this is my story. Well, not the whole story, mind you… Just a facet of the hidden story most will never know. It's a story about a girl who finds meaning in being owned. It's a story about a girl who takes comfort in the wishes of her Master, dominant over submissive, and lives for the thrill of being punished. No one, not even my closest friends, know about the secret life I lead. Sometimes I want to tell them, but how can I? How do you tell...

In a recent story BARB, MAKING MY SEXUAL FANTASIES HAPPEN, I described how around the time I turned thirty-five I decided I would make my sexual dreams and fantasies happen. The first step was finding a new lover. By chance Zac came into my life, physically attractive, a little older than me, professional job, and as I quickly learnt, a thick eight-inch erection. Over a period of time Zac introduced me to a wide range of sexual experiences. Mutual masturbation, fucking me while another woman watched, then lesbian sex with her while he watched. I did enjoy two women watching him...

I walk in the room and you blindfold me, lead me to the bed, and tell me to strip. I slowly remove my shirt. As I lift it over my head I feel you reach out, put your hands in my bra and pinch my nipples, hard. I suck in my breath, shuddering, hands holding my shirt over my face, and I wait. You then move away and I know I am supposed to continue. I remove the shirt and toss it aside. I unzip my skirt, shimmy it down across my hips, down to my ankles, and kick it off...