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I still remember the look in that bitch's face.. Her emerald eyes and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the world, knowing I'd been following my husband around. He'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my best friend Cassandra? How dare she.



Hello all this is my first post I hope you all enjoy the madness that come from my mind I am currently the property of my loving Master and though most of the events in theses stories are 100% fictional a lot of the inspiration for the Master was taken from my own amazing Master
One of the hardest things that my Master has wanted me to recognize within myself is the way I respond to humiliation play. To say it has been difficult to learn to admit that this type of play turn’s me on is probably one of the most understated statements of my life



Thank you for reading my story. This is a true story as I remember it. This story may not be for Everyone. Thursday morning I find myself at school as usual. Gym class is next. I'm in the locker room getting changed. Probably flag football again. I'm wearing my bright pink panties



Kitty Hello. This is my first ever entry, so please let me know how I did and if you want to criticize me, please do so in a manner that I will give up writing these stories



The phone continued to ring. The large piles of blankets shifted but only a little. The ringing phone seemed to get louder and louder. Finally the blankets would move and a hand would slide out from under them, searching the night stand for the ringing cell phone



Robert Foss knew there were reputations about him circulating in the school



WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



PART 6: Mr. Taylor I MUST WARN YOU, if you’re only hear just for the SEX pieces of the story, this isn’t for you. Please feel free to read Parts 1-5 of the series if that’s what you’re here for. Part 6 is going to be a VERY different kind of read I actually have a surprise.



The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter Nine: Futa's Mind-Controlling Mistake By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Chloe Quick Panic swept through me



I was once a promising young man with a bright, and vibrant future, but that was very long ago, and in a very different life



Rain pattered gently against the glass to Ethan’s side and he found himself lost in the beauty of the patterns that the water made as it trickled down the thin pane



Miranda Wilde. Lance could stare at her for hours. Getting wank material was as easy as opening up an image search and typing her name. She was one of those women who looked amazing no matter what hair style or outfit she was rocking



In a darkened room, lit mainly by candles, she awaited Him, nervous, excited