Domination and submission - Page 327

Ann had just turned 12 a week ago and her step mother (Debbie) had bought her a couple new outfits. She got a black bra and panties. The bra, 32-c was designed to just cup the lower side of her tits which she questioned why that type bra

Watching and Waiting My name is Pup. I knew they were near. I could sense them, smell them. I knew they would get me and kill me if I refused them. I was scared, frightened, petrified

I heard her scream as I pulled into a truck stop and saw her come running around a corner, she was a little under 5'3" with light brown hair, full, perky tits, and firm round ass

Dear Readers, Sorry the punctuation is off, I've asked them to fix it but we'll see. Anyway, Michael and Silk are moving along nicely. He's gonna teach her to masturbate and they will have anal for the first time. Please rate and review and send me a mail or check me out on twitter

Chapter 8 - Coping It had been 3 weeks since my older sister Jackie had moved in unexpectedly. There was lots of crying and she was very clingy and looking for constant attention and affirmation

Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks

Becoming Father Michael is a complete fantasy and any resemblance to anyone, or any location or convent is completely unintentional

It started with an ad. "Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text." Or something of that nature I had posted it online, in a 'personals' section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies

The sun peaked over the grass covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer

Part Two: Three days passed and no police came for me, and when I saw Ashley, it didn’t seem like she knew anything. Just as I suspected, Jill didn’t have it in her to tell anyone about what I had done, either because she was ashamed or because she loved it, probably both

I rolled over in my bed, staring intently at the alarm perched on my night stand. 11:59. I sucked in a quick gasp, "Almost there" I whispered to myself. Just then the clock it 12:00 AM. I rolled out of bed and quietly went around the house

Right guys. This is my first story so give me some genuine feedback please. This story doesn't specifically involve any sex. It's just a template. I want to do things differently here. I want to know what you want me to do to the characters

I never liked high school, but I guess things only get worse before they get better. Today I proved that. I was in English, daydreaming as usual, when I hear my name. “Olivia, can I see you outside now please.” My teacher asked me

Chapter 1 Thank God for the scholarship. Without that Brooke didn’t think she could afford college—at least not this college. She had run cross country for five years in high school, actually starting as a precocious eighth grader, eventually winning States as a senior

12th May 1982 The wooden chair outside the heads office had seen my backside more than once. The secretary glanced at me through the open door and slowly shook her head to herself. It was familiar to see me there

Ryan stood in the doorway of his little sister’s room watching the sweet girl sleep. This was the third night in a row he had stood here with his hand down his boxers, thinking about how soft Mel’s tiny lips would be to kiss

It was two days after Easter when I received a surprising message on Facebook. A girl I used to only see at a friend's bonfires asked word for word "are you up for a spontaneous adventure?" I was caught completely off guard to say the least

S&M Diary So I'm not a writer but after a summer of amazing sex I thought I'd share it with others. I'm a male, 35, fit, attractive, bisexual, married and this is all true and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn

*Legendary Shy Chapter 3 Driving down the road it seemed like it was taking for ever to get to Zach’s, especially when you have 4 angry women in your car

I watch her. Light, cold from the fridge dissipates the gloom of the kitchen, turning murky again as indistinct shadows lap at her edges. Poise. Her soft curves at once appearing and disappearing as she plays tacitly with the milky glow. She has her own shadows