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This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful “golden cocoon” that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation
It was another day in paradise, not that most people would describe it like that. Carly however has a very different idea of paradise. At age 22 she was getting ready for another day at her favorite work, training new slaves. She wasn’t actually free herself



I leaned closer to the mirror to apply my lipstick, the bright red smudged across my pink lips. I needed to hurry and finish my make-up, John would be home soon enough and I didn’t want to make him wait. I was looking forward to our outing tonight. I was already dressed
The Little Whip: A Gift to Sir In the small shop which was found somewhat off the walk, Leah looked intently at the little whip which had been placed on two white cylinder inside the glass case of which she stood near. A long, slender, leather riding crop



Being a virgin for a man in his 22 makes the world think that he is some kind of a nerd. But who says that nerds cannot have fun. The most chaotic day of my life was probably losing my virginity to my new friend, Kritika who was 23. And it was like a gift from the sex goddess herself



Chapter One "Can you believe its been a year?"I asked Liam." My partner, Liam, looked up from his Porn magazine. "I know, its insane." Liam, whose Black, raised an eyebrow and laughed. "It makes me want to go out and do it again"I said
eality of a Young woman's Zest for Bestiality and Animal sex True My wife even as a young girl had some incredible fantasy's and some of them were about animals she was always interested in sex and grew up watching old black and white movies and would add her imagination about sex into them



Kirstie A Regular Party Diomedes050465 The Car park was well lit albeit that it was fairly empty by now. Kirstie looked at her watch; 9:00pm. Gods! She hated working late in the library. Damned research



The Bondage Club Chapter 3 Kendall's sex was completely sore for sitting for several hours on the Sybian with no relief from the low vibrating machine. Worst, was the fact she was unable to have an organism though she desperately wanted to



The first morning I wake up in this new place. It is quiet. I look around observing the surroundings of the room. Everything is modern, advanced, and very technological. The man that brought me here and gave me a new life is not in the room
Mindy smiled as she put the finishing touches on her eyes. Master liked her eyeliner dark and her mouth red and glossy. She wore her hair in two pig tails, his collar around her neck and high red heels. She put the trench coat on and ran down to the taxi


Denise was on her knees in her living room dressed in black thong panties & see thru bra with short heeled slippers giving her Master Rocky head Rocky was watching the four ladies on the other sofa



She stood there, all of 5” tall, looking death in the face. In front of here is what can only be described as the hideous monsters we worried about slithering under our beds as children. Lurking in our closets
The Tortured Tits We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Samantha, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now



I woke early to check on my pet and see if she had started to obey my wishes. The smell of bacon that assaulted my nose reassured me. Slipping out of bed I padded to the bathroom to relieve myself and splash some water on my face