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© This is a fantasy; any resemblance to real places or people is purely coincidental. She was the new girl. Only five foot three she had short dirty blonde hair, a sweet angelic face, a wide mouth with pouting full lips

This final series will focus around David building towards the life he always fantasized about, where he and his sex slave mom and sister would live in unbothered harmony

I rolled as the entire class fired at me, I saw them all smiling they all were loving this. "Alright, as you can see sometimes the best thing to do is not be there." I started to pair the students up with comparable power level partners

Opening the car door the 6,7 foot man stepped out into the dewy misty morning. Locking the vintage jaguar door, he stood back admiring his prize possession. Now in his sixty’s and semi retired, the car was his first extravagant and impulsive decision

I went out with some friends on a Friday night, and we were closing up the bar. I was sitting in my car in the lot to let my ears recover a little from the loud music that we had listened to all night

As Michael sat in class that morning, he thought of Silk. He wanted to make her, his slave and lover, full time. There was only one problem with this idea, Silk was still new at it and he didn’t want to ruin things

I was standing in the living room of my apartment. It was a Friday afternoon, and my classes had ended for the day. Of course, this meant that I would be spending a lot of quality time with my roommate this weekend

“Where are we going?” she asked. She was being pulled along, but she was following him. “Back in the van.” he told her. “Come on girls, you should see what punishments are like.” He led all three of them outside, and got them all seated again. Once more, Mrs

Tracey looked at the outside of the building again and wondered if she'd made a wise decision in coming here. The “Pampered Pussies” beauty salon did not look that inviting to be honest

The cool crisp autumn air swept past me sending goosebumps up my legs. “It’s a pretty cold night.” I whispered to myself. The campus was quiet. It always was at two AM but that’s why I enjoyed it so much

Michelle “Do you think I’m pretty?” My daughter’s friend Michelle asked one afternoon after school while she took a break from homework in our kitchen. “Well, yes, you’re a very pretty girl, Michelle.” I told her

I was a dark 16 year old girl. I really hated everone around me. My name is rose, and i live in New york City. I have long black hair and i am very white. I was 5"6. But i tend to where high heals so i was walss a taller then most girls my age. And last i am a sex slave

Luke only half smirked as he swept his gaze over the building before him, twirling the keys to the property around one finger

Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standards of the late nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample hips and large teats to match she may have represented one of the more ancient examples of older Yorkshire Saxon stock

Brad started awake from torturous dreams to the soft skin of his mistress's inner-thigh. The golden glow of the morning sun illuminated the underside of Sir's satin sheets, lending an angelic quality to her already flawless skin. He lay face-down between her legs