Domination and submission - Page 137



Please read part 1 and 2 first. Part 4 will follow After several months of enduring countless, rapes and tortures, for the viewing of the paying visitors of jennifer and mark, rachael had given up her faith in escaping her personal hell



The Charity Store The shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some vinyl records and cassette tapes although we no longer accepted them



Daniel had managed to avoid Noah the rest of the day. He was almost at his house when he looked up and saw Noah standing on his porch. Daniel stormed up to him. “What? What do you want now?" Daniel asked angrily. He looked at Noah and Noah looked hurt and confused



I grab the cat woman’s grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya’s pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail. “Yes! Harder!” She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly



Lloyd's Angel by Virtual Scott October 2010 It was shaping up to be another busy day. The remote vibrated discreetly in my pocket and I headed for the mall entrance. "On it," my partner's voice sounded in my earbud
They changed the bedding and Michael showered then got dressed. Next Michael put the dirty sheets into soak in the machine and then they were on their way. By this time, Silk was starving. Michael took the keys and so Silk just naturally let him drive



Chapter Seven “Since you won’t listen the reason and just sit quietly in a cell for a month or two, we have to go with Plan B,” Professor Nelson stated, for once lacking his character cigarette



CORSET WORK I heard Michael and Thomas talking about my body, how well the surgery, hormones, and injections had turned out. They were very excited about pimping me out to the big-butt crowd now. I cried but knew that they were right
I shuffled the papers on the Clockmaster’s desk. I neatened the pile gently and then proceeded to start sweeping the floors. THe clockmaster had gone to the factory to meet a client that could help him set up another trade route, this one into the next country
f the movie theater so anyone looking could see these nice tits you like so well! Too bad public fucking is illegal! We could put on quite a show!" That enticement had made me hard, but I couldn't have guessed she'd act it out and invite two other couples and two beautiful milfs to join us in orgies



Dinner was ready when we got downstairs. It was almost seven o’clock when we were finished eating and the dishes were cleared. For that time of year there was probably less than an hour of daylight left



You know that feeling you get right when you're having an orgasm? I certainly do. It's a feeling that no matter how hard you try to explain it, it just seems impossible to get the right words in. Such a heavenly feeling
Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked everyday from two to six every afternoon. In essence, he was her boss



It was a Friday and Ms. Fitch was ready for the weekend. Making plans as she headed for her classroom
This is just part one of a series I am planning to do. If you like it, feel free to like and comment! ------------------- The Domestic Slave. I wake up to a strange, yet familiar sensation