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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...

THE HALLOWEEN MIX UP PART 3 I sat there on the bed with my dick covered in both our fluids watching my mother walk towards the bathroom with a little limp due to the ass pounding I had just blessed her with. I knew deep down she needed a good fuck but she just wasnt expecting it to be from her loving son. I decided it was time to go home, get cleaned up and finish the night. I imagine thats what my mother was doing in the bathroom, or at least trying to fix her costume enough to sneak out...

Introduction: Sarah gropped her perky 34B breasts, pushing them together to make them bigger. Sighing she gave up and had a quick check to the rest of her young 17 year old body. She had beautiful pale skin without any blemishes, nice long copper hair that almost fell to her well rounded ass. She was only 5ft tall and was the shortest girl in her grade but she knew what she lacked in height she made up in beauty. She had big innocent green eyes and a cute straight nose and small pouty lips that made her look oh so sexy...

Constantly abused Sandra had settled into a life of servitude. Her humiliation was complete when she was introduced to bestiality. But far from disgraced she found she enjoyed what she got from an animal she hadn’t gotten from any man – a long cock. Now “sold” she awaited her new Master. Bundled into Paul car she was made aware that she now belonged to her. Sitting in the back seat with Tyson she patted her new “pet”. “You performed perfectly tonight missy” Paul said as he drove home “I think there is a goldmine between your legs”. They arrived at Paul’s...

Seize the Day part 4 I wake in the morning a little sore but feeling a little better about the situation. It still haunts me. It just seems wrong, but it feels so right. You are already gone as I crawl out of bed. I find you in the kitchen working on breakfast. You say, “Good morning and thanks for last night. I suspect you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You hand me a cup of tea, “It's an herbal energy drink. Tell me if you like the taste.” After breakfast you say there are some things in the...

It Never Happened: Did It?? We all have a few dark secrets that we want to keep hidden; some of us manage to retain those secrets to the grave, others...well who knows? These are my secrets, I never wanted them reveled, but as I approach the end of my road, I thought, maybe, I may be able to expunge from my memory the guilt and uncertainties which have blighted my life. I can never be sure that I did not just allow it to happen, that if I had just had the courage to tell someone, then things and my life...

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...

18 year old Derek sat in the middle of a semi-full daytime classroom. He was tired of his bitch teacher assigning twenty pages of homework every night. She always acted like she was up on some high horse. He glanced at his classmates around him, who most were scrambling to get their homework completed before the teacher walked in. He hated that the homework was becoming a problem with his ability to play football. His coach told him that unless he got his grades up, he would soon find himself benched until they got up to a B average. He didn't...