Authoritarian - Page 19
“I have decided to dress you and Sarah, sexy but classy on top, slut underneath. Beginning with lingerie, he quickly settled on a maroon bra the supported the underside of the breast but left the nipple exposed



Introduction ; Arthur, Pete and Mark were all 18 yrs old & alll of average intelligence but they all had one thing in common . They were all masters of mind control . All of them once they had reached their 18th birthday had become maledoms of their households



BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: First, obviously, READ THE TAGS! If anything in those tags might offend you, don't fucking read this. Seriously. You WILL get all butthurt and want to bitch about how disgusting this story is. If you DON'T LIKE ONE OF THE TAGS, DON'T FUCKING READ THIS



Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 Edited and some re-writes 2019 Co-edited by takemedown All rights reserved by the Author ((((((((((((At the end of part 2))))))))))) Re-written to be told from Morgan's perspective



Walking home from the station I turned onto the main street in our urban suburb and headed towards the local pub/club. As i neared it I saw a young couple dashing out hand in hand, obviously just having picked each other up
Power’s Out II So much to do and it’s almost 9 o’clock. Thinking to himself I don’t have a lot of time and there is still so much to do I will just need to focus on getting the basics ready and will take time later once the party has started to finish up
The fog had rolled in thick earlier that morning but cleared out into a pleasant afternoon on the central west coast, with a low sun spreading a soft array of dim yellow stars falling faintly like snowflakes, shattering through the forestry surrounding the house



A/N: A previous story I wrote had its premise called far-fetched. In the finest spirit of Crocodile Dundee, I’ve set out to prove that that story wasn’t based on a far-fetched premise. THIS story is based on a far-fetched premise



I don't know what on earth possessed me to think that going into business with Bryan Snyder was a good idea. He was the kind of guy that figured out early on that he wasn't cut out for a legitimate job, and so by the end of freshman year he dropped out and started selling weed



Craigslist Chronicles Ch.08: Interview dominate masc executive looking for 'fun' interview - 38 Looking for a come hungry slut to suck me off and then take my hard cock in the office



Mr Peacock This is a true story about myself and a lady called 'H', we were friends that became lovers although we were still married to other people. Her husband was away frequently giving the opportunity for us to play
The initiation and degradation of Michael, a sixteen year old schoolboy, continues. Michael had previously been seduced by his headmaster but had been unable to fully satisfy him, which lead to a course of training by his form teacher, Miss Bolton
[i]I was 5 when my mom died and a year later my dad remarried to Jan.She was 17 then and was concidered the hottest girl in town.When I turned 13 my dick swelled up and dark curly hair began growing around my crotch including on my balls whick had doubled in size



I want both of you here this Saturday morning. Sophia wear your schoolgirl outfit. Sonya, wear the sexiest thing you have. I don’t want to be disappointed.” Sophia shivered just reading Liam’s text. It had been another couple of weeks of endless blowjobs for Liam



To fully understand the sexual and emotional rollercoaster I went through during this story, I recommend you read “Dad’s Ex” before reading this one