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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. I am blushing even now thinking of the things in which Master so artfully brings me to my knees with as He either whispers them in my ear, or gives me one of those piercing glances as He adopts that tonal quality that reminds me of His total and...

***** Those beautiful blue gray eyes that I could lose myself in forever. Just starring back at me as we embraced. Her small supple breasts rounded tightened ass, those big voluptuous lips, and those creamy thighs all made up the object of my UN dieing affection the events that took place over the last few days that should have been swimming in my adolescent mind were blocked out. An unseen beautiful force that was my love for Fiona blocked them out. Everything about her in my mind was perfection from her fire colored hair to her radiant smile that seemed to...

It is amazing how a decision or two can change your life completely. I guess I should give you a little background. Two years ago I was a computer technician for a small firm here in town. At 32, with no family and a small apartment it seemed like a dead end. I did not have a girlfriend and had been with a couple of guys over the years, mainly for a quick blow job or at a glory hole for some satisfaction. I have always been a little small for a guy at about 5'7 and fairly thin. I was...

After me and David started to become friendly we were inseparable. We were friends for about 2 months now. He still didn't know I was bi and I wasn't sure if he was gay, bi or straight either. But other than that we were the best of friends. The majority of our classes in a school day were spent together and we even cut class together. During these times we really got to know each other well. Other than me knowing he was polish and that he liked to play handball, I got to know about his past and some other...

Dear Santa, I've been naughty. I detailed it in my last story. If you put the coal in my stocking, I'll have a BBQ. You woke up with the biggest stiffy. Under the covers, you couldn't keep your hands off me. I woke up after you. A flood of sexy text messages was waiting on my phone. You were now whispering in my ear about what a good girl I had been this weekend. I felt it, and it pulsed in my hands. We had plans. We were not alone. We got up. We got ready. We left for a spring...

A Night At The Theatre. It had been several weeks since I had received a good gangbanging and I was moaning to Chas about it. Over this time I had had a few quickies in various places when out with my friends, but nothing that satisfied me like a good gang fucking. Chas entertain this idea as well because nothing turned him on more to see his wife act the slut and being taken by other men, or for me to tell him about it afterwards as he is adding his cum to the other men’s still inside me or over...

Bill and Debbie Hobland had been married for three years now. The marriage had started off well. Bill had a good job in the office of a major furniture company and they had decided that Debbie would be a stay at home wife and they would have a family. Because of a combination of things, life had been going down hill of late. Bill often worked late and sometimes the dinner that Debbie had made went to waste because of Bill stopping for drinks and burgers with his friends after work. He never called. Next, they did not yet have any...

I would never admit it, but my sister is gorgeous. The only aspect that makes it less embarrassing is that she’s my stepsister. My parents split up a few years back. I went off to live with my father outside of L.A. My mom was a doctor up north, and I preferred not to move to a new town. I didn’t like the whole idea of a new school and new friends, especially during my senior year of high school. My dad immediate remarried; to the woman he had been seeing prior to my parent’s split. Stacy was the reason there...

Part 1, if you like it, Ill write part 2 :) Looking back I can see that I was conditioned for this life, in fact the word trained comes to mind. I grew up in a very loving home, very protective and very controlling. I was never allowed to dress trendy or like a teenager, I was always dressed by my nanny as if I was still a child. I was most certainly never allowed to spend the night out, even for slumber parties. When I would ask why I was different, my parents would simply say I was being raised...

Hiya – my name is Teresa. I’m 48 years old. I’m a widow. Jack, my husband, was hit by a truck while helping a damsel in distress whose car had suffered a puncture. I have 3 sons – Jack Jnr is 25, Dan is 23 and my baby, Lee, is 20. Although they each still have their bedrooms they have effectively left home. Jack Jnr works down south for a publishing company while my other 2 boys are at university – Dan in his masters year and Lee in his second year. Both are studying English Literature. As the boys grew...