Archive for July, 2008
A lovely and wonderful month passed as Ron continued to teach Sara how to properly serve a Man. What she found completely fascinating was that her business endeavors increased. As she used the tools Ron taught her, her business dealings changed representatively. Her dress reflected the joy she found in her femininity, and this rubbed off on both the men and women with whom she associated. Other women also began to dress more beautifully. The men responded to the change in the office ambiance. It wasn’t just a matter of more cleavage or skin showing, but an attitude. It was like, at least in their office building, the unisex stigma was broken, and men and women were allowed to once again reflect their natural gender. › Continue reading
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“The humiliation in this stoy might be a bit harsh for some, so if that’s not your kink, you might not want to read on. If it is, then you might recognize this as a minor re-write of “White Collar Slut”. I kept all the good parts ; )
Cheers,
Jeanne”
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Russell placed his glass on the coffee table in the hotel suite and walked to my chair, stopping still with his hips near my face. Placing his fingers under my chin, he squeezed it lightly and lifted my eyes to his. The longer he looked down at me without saying anything, the louder my heart pounded in my chest. What would he think of my fantasy to be sexually humiliated? In public? Would he do it? Could he? › Continue reading
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Part One: Background
Half Spanish, half Afro-American, Debbie was the most beautiful women I have ever seen: her skin color, a smooth bronze, and her body –exceptionally proportioned, very large well-rounded breasts, incredible legs leading to a fine, round heart-shaped ass, and a mind, intelligent and artistic. She did art restoration when not telemarketing. Sexually uninhibited–accepting my bisexuality without hesitation—she even encouraged me to talk about my sexual exploits, using leading questions to allow me to reveal the most intimate details. We began a habit I am still addicted to today, sharing sexual adventures over the phone late at night. › Continue reading
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After nearly a year of constant emailing, I was finally ready to take the plunge. It was mid-June, and I had four weeks of holidays coming in July. Last September, I had started to talk to a Domme via a chat room. We had really connected and met quite regularly on line.
Mistress Sheila was living near the Toronto area-I wasn’t exactly sure where, but I was planning to spend my holidays visiting her. She had extended the invitation and it was left for me to reply. I had just finished typing my response and had sent my email. There was no turning back. I merely had to await my instructions. › Continue reading
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Standing on the outer deck of the immense château, she silently watches as the fog rolls across dew kissed fields. Enveloping the white washed fences surrounding the acres of grazing fields, the soft whickering of the horses lingering over the stillness of the morning. The fog silently sweeps over her feet and ankles, encasing them in a moist kiss of fleeting mystery.
Pulling the fringed shawl tighter to her shoulders, a soft morning breeze swirls the fog into rising patterns of cloud and mist. Staring off into the nothingness that makes the lovely mystery, she watches dark shapes dart through the thickening moisture before quickly sweeping away from the rising swell of white foam. › Continue reading
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Daniel saw that look again. The look He could not place. she had her eyes locked firmly on His cock. her breath coming in pants. From out of nowhere, she lifted her head as far as she could and kissed the tip. Daniel jerked back.
“May you what, My dear?” He repeated.
“Do not make me beg, i want Your cock.”
Angel’s voice was clear and even. she wasn’t the breathless little innocent-want-to-be any longer. she knew what she wanted. All of a sudden, Daniel knew what that look was saying to Him. ‘i dare You’. she was determined, full of determination and she wanted Him. Not just His cock, of that He was sure of. › Continue reading
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