February 28, 2006
I met Jake Adams about two years ago. Monty, my husband and I were attending a company function that evening and Jake was introduced to me as a company supervisor by my husband. My first impressions were that Jake was very attractive and suave. He had an air of confidence about him that was hard to miss. As the evening wore on, I became a little bored by all the business talk and retreated to a quiet corner and sipped at my third glass of wine, content to watch the other guests chatting happily in small groups.
Several times, I noticed Jake watching me. Instead of mingling with the other guests, he was standing just on the fringes and it seemed that each time I looked at him, he would be looking at me, smiling, as if he knew something about me that others did not know.
I could see Monty, his back to me, swinging his hands about as he talked to his friends. I knew that my Husband was in his element and I was just about forgotten to him. Just his wife of several years and easily forgotten at a time like
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February 27, 2006
Chapter 5 – Wrenched
I was not alone for more than half an hour when the door opened and all three of them, Josie, Carver and the Sergeant, entered.
“Stand up,” commanded the Sergeant. “Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging.”
Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. “Oh yes,” she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, “They’ll do very nicely.”
She turned away so suddenly it made me jump – but the effect of her proximity had had the painful effect of making my cock swell even more within the confines of the uncomfortable Cage. I could feel the end of my prick forcing itself against the end bars of the contraption. Unfortunately the sensation served to increase my erection within
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February 27, 2006
As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:
“Good morning my love.”
He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.
“There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission.”
He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.
“You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. ‘Yes,’ which will be your last for
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February 27, 2006
I have this fantasy about a Master’s Anger…
My Master, my One, is standing behind me, beside me…somewhere. I can hear Him breathing but I have no idea where He is. I am blindfolded. I am also bound and gagged.
That unfortunate hanging up thing I am finding so hard to curb has me once again dumped in deep shit.
I normally have a very even, cheerful personality. But for some reason that fiery Irish temper that sometimes supercedes the Sunnygirl part of me has been going wild lately.
After I hung up on Master, the second night in a row, I compounded the mistake by panicking and “disappearing” for three days. I had both my normal and my cell phone turned off. And I didn’t even go near my computer.
The worst thing about it all was that other then the first night, which I freely admit was in a deliberate, oh my gods He’s gonna snarl at me panic, the two days that followed, while maybe not acceptable as a save my ass excuse, were a total case in proof of, I don’t need enemies, this crazy in
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February 27, 2006
Copyright 2004 by ‘JollyRancher’ (All rights reserved)
This is a story of mild male to male bondage. If this offends you, you are under 18 or it is illegal in your country, please close the file and leave now. Otherwise, read on and enjoy!
Ever since my wife of 30 years lost interest in sex, I have, to a great extent, replace conventional sex with “toys” and self manipulation. My collection of toys was pretty tame at first. A couple of dildos for my ass, some cock rings, a few clothes pins and an occasional vegetable seemed entertaining enough. As time passed, I began to crave more and more stimulation and started concentrating on anal play and CBT. Although I was never into real pain, a little “ouch” seemed to multiply the intensity of my orgasms.
In two years time, my collection completely filled a large drawer in the base of my waterbed and overflowed into a couple of other places. Nearly every “playtime” included some form of abuse to my balls, usually either stretching the scrotum thru
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February 26, 2006
I stepped out from the kitchen to the front room, carrying two glasses of wine. “I think you will really like this wine.” I said to Jill, sitting on the couch beside her. After 6 months of dating, I was still mesmerized by her beauty, her spirit, her heart and her soul. She could light up the room with her smile, make me stop and listen to her point of view, make me laugh and be happy that I was alive. She complimented me, she was soft when I was strong. The thing that never seemed to quit amazing me was how she seemed to make all time disappear when I was with her.
The candles were burning and I just happened to have Luther Vandross playing on the stereo. I took a sip of my wine and looked into her deep brown eyes. There were times I still couldn’t believe that I had such a wonderful woman in my life, one who cared for me as much as I cared for her.
Jill took a drink of her wine and sat closer to me. “I want you to know that the time we have spent together has been wonderful Doug, it seems like
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February 26, 2006
I have this fantasy…
It’s just a normal, typical day, and I’m moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends.
My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home…
He’s very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow.
I feel his eyes upon me, but I ignore him…making sure I never walk close enough for him to reach out and pull me into his lap. I’m not in the mood…I’ve had a bad day…I’m maybe a little mad at him. For whatever reason, I don’t wanna play…and he can just forget it! I’m busy.
I’m new at this, still learning my role…but most of all I am a brat and the tendency to see just how much I can get away with is too alluring to always resist.
“Katt.” He calls. “Come and relax a minute.”
I shake my head without even looking at him. “Not now, I’m busy.”
I continue doing my busy work
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February 26, 2006
Lady Suzy watches and enjoys her little scene as John’s predicament takes a new turn, and he learns to witness the world from the dogs eye view!
* * * * *
With no time to neither think nor stretch, he responded immediately and felt the clipping of a leash to his collar. Placing her crop into his mouth she warned,
“Don’t you dare to drop it slave. Now be a good little doggy and follow Me. Keep your head high!”
Her gloved hand swatted him on his reddened ass to get him moving. Leading him to the kitchen, she retrieved a doggy bowl from the cupboard and filled it with water. Placing it on the floor, she cuffed his hands behind him and instructed,
“You may place the crop beside you and lap some water. When you have finished you clean your mess from the floor too. I want to see no drops on the floor. Understand me, slave? When you are done, you may rest on that blanket. You many not touch yourself nor relieve yourself. That will be taken care of soon. Oh, and you must drink all of the water.
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February 26, 2006
I have this fantasy…
It’s just a normal, typical day, and I’m moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends.
My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home…
He’s very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow.
I feel his eyes upon me, but I ignore him…making sure I never walk close enough for him to reach out and pull me into his lap. I’m not in the mood…I’ve had a bad day…I’m maybe a little mad at him. For whatever reason, I don’t wanna play…and he can just forget it! I’m busy.
I’m new at this, still learning my role…but most of all I am a brat and the tendency to see just how much I can get away with is too alluring to always resist.
“Katt.” He calls. “Come and relax a minute.”
I shake my head without even looking at him. “Not now, I’m busy.”
I continue doing my busy work
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February 26, 2006
(This story is for a regular reader who suggested the theme and participated in the writing.)
My name is Carrie. I’m a ’forty something’ barber. Many guys who’s hair I cut tease with me, some make passes and some try to grope or rub against my 45 DD tits or matching ass. I have bright blue eyes and my hair has platinum highlights. I’ve been called beautiful but I’ll let others make that judgment.
The guys I like get a tit-brush or at the least a button or two undone. I particularly like to do a little flash for the older gentlemen. They seem so appreciative and tip well. I’ve met all types but was not prepared for my last customer that day.
“Is it too late to get a hair cut?”
“Well it’s time to close but I’ll squeeze you in. First I’ll lock the door….. Haven’t seen you before… new to the area?”
“Yeah…. Boy you are lovely.. You must get a lot of business from all the horny guys.”
“I do alright… how do you want it cut?”
“Just a trim… great t
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February 26, 2006
Chapter 3 – Pain And Humiliation
“Tomorrow,” said Carver with smile on her face, “We’ll put you on public display – that should be interesting because you’ll be open to whatever any passers by might think of to amuse themselves. But first we have the Testicle Twist. As this is the first time it will be interesting to see what degree of rotation we can get.”
My mind had been dwelling on the possibilities of how others would amuse themselves at my expense when I realised what she had just said. “Degree of rotation? I don’t understand.”
“There’s a lot you don’t understand, “said Josie as she put on a pair of heavy duty plastic gloves, “… but you soon will! Come over here!”
I was pushed by Carver towards a free standing wall with a hole – not dissimilar to the one through which I had been photographed. This time I would not be able to see what was happening the other side. Carver pushed me right up to the wall.
“Put you hands above your head,” she instructed. Not knowing wh
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February 26, 2006
This is a difficult story for me to tell.
It’s the story of how I grew up with fundamentalist religious parents and how I use to injure myself.
You may have seen stories on TV about the Amish and that sort of thing, where people live without tv, without radio or newspapers, in fact without any contact with the outside world. That was us, except we didn’t wear black all the time.
To the outside world, we lived in a hippy commune, with all the women having long hair and long skirts, growing vegetables, while the men learnt how to ‘live on the land,’ raising cattle and always building more buildings.
Although it seemed OK, we were taught that what we saw every day was not the ‘real world’. The ‘real world’ was a fight between God and Satan, and the fight took place every day. The fight was between ‘us’ and ‘them’ – them being the outside world.
Then there was the warfare between those who lived with us who might have once walked with God but were now under Satan’s influence, and
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February 26, 2006
You stand there.
Legs spread apart.
Blindfolded face looking sightlessly ahead.
Not moving a muscle, not saying a word.
Just as I told you to.
Your wrists are roped together behind your back, a second length of rope pulling them high up your back before encircling your upper arms and torso, loops between your arms pulling the rope tight impressing its pattern into the flesh of your upper breasts and arms leaving you with little of no possible movement in your hands, making it impossible for you to protect your ass or lower body.
But you know this.
You’ve been standing like that like that for 5 minutes now and I’ve not touched you since I positioned you there, but you know you stay like that mute and still no matter what I do to you or if as now I chose to do nothing, just making you wait.
The desire to make you disobey me is getting strong now, I quietly kneel in front of you and insert my tongue between your legs then trace a line of wetness upwards to your navel. I feels your belly
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February 26, 2006
Michael answered the door after just one knock.
“Hello, Vee, you are on time,” he says with a smile, bringing my hand to his lips.
“You know I can’t resist your calls. Especially when you say you have a gift for me.” I say, as he, still holding my hand pulls me to him.
He puts his hands to either side of my head, cradling my face and pulls me in for a kiss. A hard urgent kiss - like he has been anxious for this. Then his arms are around me and he is ravaging my mouth. I melt against him and am lost in the kiss. But in the back of my mind I wonder about this unusual show of urgent lust this early in our evening. He continues to plunder my mouth and then his hands move quickly up my skirt and into my panties. I am wet for him, as I always am. It starts with the call .. then the drive. When I arrive I am always on the verge of an orgasm.
Usually he makes me wait. Makes me suffer. But today, he moves quickly, I am now against the wall. His passion is making me weak in the knees. He presses his b
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February 26, 2006
Relax woman!
Just take it easy, concentrate on your breathing, steady, in out, in out, don’t think of time there’s only now, this is intense, it will get more intense but for now there’s only now.
I breathe in deeply, careful to keep my body still and explore the sensations of my body, it’s odd how being deprived of sight accentuates the other senses. I can still feel there warmth of your hands on my biceps where you held me to position me, it’s warm in here but still my fine body hair feels erect and sensitive to each variation is the air. I want to shiver but that might be considered movement and I’m not giving you that satisfaction, not yet,
Oh, I know you will break me, and I will welcome that breakage but not yet I’m stronger that you think.
I explore the sensation of rope cutting into my my arms and wrists, I hope they’re not tight enough to impede my circulation, I don’t think so you’re always careful about that.
Damn, an itch, left leg, just behind the knee, ignore it, relax,
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February 25, 2006
NOTE: Readers unfamiliar with Laura’s predicament may wish to read “A Day in the Park” before starting on this story.
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Laura was there with the vibrator running for over a half hour before anyone came into the park… She straddled the bench with her hands taped to the seat so that if she straightened her legs her ass was in the air… Her legs began to tire, and after three of four orgasms she tried to sit down…It was at that point that she discovered that by sitting, she only pushed the vibrating dildo against the butt plug and that only served to double the stimulation in her crotch…
The elastic around her erect nipples was pulled very tight, every movement of her breasts caused repeated electric-like sensations to race from her nipples to her clit…. She was sobbing with passion, her juices running down her thighs and soaking the leather strap between her legs…
The strap holding the dildo and butt plug in place was pulled tight. Whenever she bucked in orgasm it rubbed ove
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February 25, 2006
Chapter 5 – Wrenched
I was not alone for more than half an hour when the door opened and all three of them, Josie, Carver and the Sergeant, entered.
“Stand up,” commanded the Sergeant. “Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging.”
Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. “Oh yes,” she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, “They’ll do very nicely.”
She turned away so suddenly it made me jump – but the effect of her proximity had had the painful effect of making my cock swell even more within the confines of the uncomfortable Cage. I could feel the end of my prick forcing itself against the end bars of the contraption. Unfortunately the sensation served to increase my erection within
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February 25, 2006
Sarah walked into her bedroom and swung her backpack onto the floor. After a long day at school the last thing she wanted to do was think about homework. Even though she looked like she could have jumped off the cover of Playboy, she was shy. She stripped out of her blouse, skirt, and stockings and put on something more comfortable. Expecting to be home alone, she assumed her thong panties and oversized sweatshirt would be enough.
Leaving her room, she walked down the hall to the kitchen. She pulled out the chocolate covered strawberries she made the night before and sat down at the table to eat them. But before she could take a bite, the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she walked curiously to the door.
Looking through the peephole, Sarah could see her brother’s best friend, Sam, standing in the doorway. She opened the door cautiously, forgetting her attire.
“Hey, Sam. What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for Ryan. He’s not here is he?”
Sarah was quite confused. Eve
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February 25, 2006
Michael answered the door after just one knock.
“Hello, Vee, you are on time,” he says with a smile, bringing my hand to his lips.
“You know I can’t resist your calls. Especially when you say you have a gift for me.” I say, as he, still holding my hand pulls me to him.
He puts his hands to either side of my head, cradling my face and pulls me in for a kiss. A hard urgent kiss - like he has been anxious for this. Then his arms are around me and he is ravaging my mouth. I melt against him and am lost in the kiss. But in the back of my mind I wonder about this unusual show of urgent lust this early in our evening. He continues to plunder my mouth and then his hands move quickly up my skirt and into my panties. I am wet for him, as I always am. It starts with the call .. then the drive. When I arrive I am always on the verge of an orgasm.
Usually he makes me wait. Makes me suffer. But today, he moves quickly, I am now against the wall. His passion is making me weak in the knees. He presses his b
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February 25, 2006
I’d decided to host a seminar for my clients in the penthouse boardroom of an inner city hotel. The view from the boardroom was amazing so I decided to book the room below so stay in with you that night. My meetings were over for the morning and you’d taken the afternoon off so were waiting to lunch with me.
I excused myself to my clients and staff and took you to the wine bar in the lobby for a bottle and a bite. After we’d finished you stated that you were off to do more shopping before our evening together. I chose that moment to mention the room and our stay and told you that you really must see the view before dark. We walked to the elevator and ascended the building.
If the view didn’t leave you speechless, the words that came out of my mouth next surely did. “Take off all of your clothes and stand by the bed.” You know better than to disobey me and your clothes are quickly discarded. I walk to you, kiss you deeply and sit on the bed, telling you to lie face down across my lap. When you do,
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February 25, 2006
Dear Reader: This is the next-to-last instalment of the “Bad Girl” series. This was supposed to be the last, but I wanted it to have a happy ending for all involved. So due to the necessary lengthening, I have broken the Final Chapter into two. Here is the first. My thanks to all of you for your comments, reminders, and occasional “Hey—you fucked up” memos.
The next day, a Sunday, was spent in a frenzy of preparation. I made several trips to the school. Things were coming to a head, and I could find neither a way, nor the will, to stop them. Much of my time was spent in a fog, doing things automatically while tantalizing images of the girl with whom I’d become so enamoured flitted across my mind in ever-more graphic detail.
By seven o’clock, with the clear winter evening closing in, I was too aroused to think straight. I took ten minutes and masturbated furiously to relieve some of the tension. Such was the state of my arousal that the first tickling of my finger around my dark, trimmed pussy ma
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February 25, 2006
George was a hard man, and a professional gambler. A long winning streak on the tables and at the track had left him considerably wealthy. Not wishing to push his luck any further, he had retired from the gambling scene and now loaned money to whoever needed it.
George also possessed a massive sex drive which he enjoyed indulging as often as possible with both women and men. He was once asked if he was bi-sexual, his answer was simply that he was just very sexual!
Part of George’s business was obviously to collect late payments on the loans that he made, and for this he employed two “assistants” Carl and Freddo. Both men, like George, were muscular and fit and both were completely loyal to their boss.
Gary Beech had borrowed money from George 12 weeks ago, and despite several reminders, George had still not received so much as a penny. George was pissed off now. Gary was an arrogant little bastard, a racist and very homophobic and had been shouting his mouth off that he had got the better of Georg
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February 25, 2006
Leaving him to enjoy the bondage he had begged in his Epistle, she stole as quietly as she could to the kitchen. After rummaging around for a few moments, she returned. Watching him struggling to maintain his position for her pleased her immensely. His head turned toward her footfalls and she rushed ahead. Taking an ice cube from the bowl she has brought, she rubbed it roughly over his left nipple.
The shock of the coldness had an immediate effect and the bound man groaned loudly.
“Aaarrgghhh!”
“Mmmmmm looks better now — all hard. Did you like that slave? Your body did.”
He felt the soft caress of her breath on his shoulder as she chuckled.
“Here you may suck on the remaining ice cubes. You may be in need of something to cool you off soon. Things will be getting much hotter very shortly!”
Laughing she pushed the ice cube into his mouth and then another and another until his cheeks bulged and he must await the melting before he would receive relief from his ice gag. Taking a broad
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February 25, 2006
For several years I had built my reputation as a firm but understanding master in the art of bondage and discipline. Then, one day a friend had come to the house to tell me of a woman who was telling people of her scorn for me. “She’s saying you’re a fraud, a charlatan who hides behind a mask to frighten little girls.” As I sat and listened to the slanderous remarks I couldn’t help but wonder what her intentions might be. I felt the long forgotten stirrings of emotions that I hadn’t experienced for some time, a thirst for this new adventure. “Does this woman have a name?” He told me had only heard a first name, Suzie.
It had been quite some time since I had made the club scene. You were right; I had always worn a mask just so I could enter a place like this and no one would be the wiser. I had obtained a brief description of this “Suzie” creature and in seconds I saw you. I must admit, it would have been almost impossible not to notice you. Some women wear their beauty like a crutch, others like
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February 25, 2006
Sam McCulloch was 42. He had been married for 13 years but for the last five he had been practically a servant to his dear wife Greta. She had always been an imposing woman, the wealth left to her after her mother’s death had reinforced her confidence and now at 39 she floated through the house with not a care in the world. It was only a matter of time that she became tired of her husband and had decided just recently to do something about it.
The world had changed drastically in the last 6 years. Women now had the best positions in life. After scientists had synthesised a male sperm from it’s most basic of elements in the year 2006 the writing was on the wall for all the males on earth. Women no longer had a need for them; they no longer had to endure the constant thrusting of a male between their thighs to achieve their ultimate goal of pregnancy. All they need to do nowadays was to push a small suppository into their womb, and bingo it was done, they could enjoy a comfortable nine month pregnancy know
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February 25, 2006
Lady Suzy watches and enjoys her little scene as John’s predicament takes a new turn, and he learns to witness the world from the dogs eye view!
* * * * *
With no time to neither think nor stretch, he responded immediately and felt the clipping of a leash to his collar. Placing her crop into his mouth she warned,
“Don’t you dare to drop it slave. Now be a good little doggy and follow Me. Keep your head high!”
Her gloved hand swatted him on his reddened ass to get him moving. Leading him to the kitchen, she retrieved a doggy bowl from the cupboard and filled it with water. Placing it on the floor, she cuffed his hands behind him and instructed,
“You may place the crop beside you and lap some water. When you have finished you clean your mess from the floor too. I want to see no drops on the floor. Understand me, slave? When you are done, you may rest on that blanket. You many not touch yourself nor relieve yourself. That will be taken care of soon. Oh, and you must drink all of the water.
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February 25, 2006
Chapter 5 – Wrenched
I was not alone for more than half an hour when the door opened and all three of them, Josie, Carver and the Sergeant, entered.
“Stand up,” commanded the Sergeant. “Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging.”
Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. “Oh yes,” she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, “They’ll do very nicely.”
She turned away so suddenly it made me jump – but the effect of her proximity had had the painful effect of making my cock swell even more within the confines of the uncomfortable Cage. I could feel the end of my prick forcing itself against the end bars of the contraption. Unfortunately the sensation served to increase my erection within
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February 25, 2006
FOREWORD
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I’ll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don’t believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you’ll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least
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February 25, 2006
In this rewrite of the first chapter you will find many changes and additions from Lady Suzy as john tells how he felt when she accepted his challenge to provide a very special birthday present for him after she read his Epistle detailing his darkest fantasies. An unforgettable birthday present, but for whom? Read on, and enjoy what Suzy and john share, as they relate how it really was.
Remember? It is John’s birthday and he has asked for a very specific present . . . but how many candles will it take? Be very careful what you ask for. . . .
Part One: Chapter 1
On a dull and grey afternoon when the temperature was soaring and the air was hanging heavily near the ground, John returned to his home. As he entered the hallway, Susannah blocked his way. As he looked, he could see that she held the sheaf of papers he had given her a couple of days ago. The papers detailed his innermost fantasies. For the life of him, he could not remember what had possessed him to share this intimate information with he
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February 25, 2006
I needed to hire an assistant but was getting tired of all the time it took to interview and decide if this one was the right one or not. Finally, the 5th interview of the day was introduced and I immediately sensed something different.
“Hi, I’m Jane and would love to work under you”, she said.
Humm, interesting choice of words? I wondered if she really knew what she was implying?
Jane then added, ” I heard you’re a tough boss and very demanding, I like that in a man”.
Now, she really had my attention. I needed a good submissive woman I could control and use here at work to perform the miracles a good assistant does. However, my cock was getting hard at the thought of this sexy woman becoming my slave. I needed a good sexy hot woman I could count on to be a willing slave that just wants more and more abuse and punishment to satisfy her insatiable desire to be pleasing her Master, no matter what the punishment. The hotter the punishment and abuse, the wetter the slave becomes, and the more sh
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