Domination and submission - Page 188
"Aww do you really have to leave Edward"? "Yes apparently the whole family has to go. Edward and the family were going away for the weekend to Translyvania, because another vampire family like them, had a sick child and they were going to help. "I wish I could go with you"



I’m enjoying my newly caught pet, Kate. At least, I think that’s her name. She told me a while ago but I forget. Entering the lobby I haul Kate behind me by her leash. She seems reluctant to enter the hotel. I just yank her leash harder



“Andi Turns The Tables” Andi helps her husband Eric fulfill his desire to be fucked in the ass, even if he doesn't know it's what he wants. At first she was disgusted. Then she was shocked. Then she was angry



The sunlight is so bright, sitting up I look around and survey the wreckage, three naked boys, I vaguely remember them from last night, Sue and I’d met then last night. They took us to the party, I was sore all over, it was such a fun party



Please Principal Skinner, just don’t call Homer.” Bart Simpson was back again in Principal Skinners office for another of his usual pranks. This time lunch-lady Doris caught him pouring some sedatives into the chili, and now he sat in the familiar office of Principal Skinner



The Breeding Bench I lead you into the room slowly my left arm encircled about your waiste my right hand holding one of yours,I grin as I watch you shiver and tremble slightly in the cool air as it caresses your mostly nude body,I mummer softly take a step my pet..
While this story has some aspects of BDSM, it has none of the cruelty usually found in most mistress/slave stories. As you read you'll understand why. ********** Let me ask you—how many things can you name that go perfectly with each other? Peanut butter and jelly? That’s one



May tugged down her skirt as she stepped off the bus. She’d never complain, but she always felt a little subconscious when she commuted to and from work. When she was actually inside Skim Milk working, she didn’t mind


Beach Bitch 4 Please note this story is written in UK English not American English, so if you wish to criticise my spelling, please ensure you know what you’re talking about before hand. A few days went by since I’d been fucked by Roger and Jim at the same time



I am Deepika, a 16 year old girl and I live in Kolkata, India. As you read my last story about how I was fucked by Rajiv and his friends in the school bus. In the days that went by I underwent a sea change as did my reputation in the school, Of course amongst select circles



I was walking from college tired and hungry. Well what's new about that ? My name is Alex and I'm 22. I'm 5'6, blonde athletic women, I used to play soccer but because of a knee injury I had to stop, I also have small boobs that I'm pretty ashamed of. Oh and also I'm gay



CHAPTER 7 DOC GOES HOME The doctor made it up the silo and shut and locked the door. He knew no one could get thru the Iron door. This was an old missile silo and now it belongs to him and him alone. He starts his truck and walked over to the generator to check the fuel



The boy looked like a beat dog as he walked in between the three women who brought him. Shakia shared a smile with her comrades. There was much for him to learn yet. And they were excellent teachers. He was new and yet to be introduced to the torture chambers



Chapter; My Promotion Gene had turned out quite the manipulative fuck, blackmailing my boyfriend’s father into giving up a considerable amount of money to his enterprise, although he didn’t need any of it. He simply made me roll around in some of it naked


“There we go…” I groaned, setting the crate down on the table. I sighed looking around the storage room; Once more I was alone in the factory, this time organizing shipments. Whimpering I arched my back. Stretching; I was more than sore from the days labor