*Scene 1 – Confessions*
“Hello? Who is it? “Hello…?”"
Sherry hated it when she had to get up from dinner to answer the phone and it ended up being a damn telemarketer, or worse – like now – when all she heard was dead air. She was about to hang up when she heard his voice.
“Impatient, aren’t we tonight, darling? I “do “hope I interrupted you,” he said. The tone in his voice was playful yet, as always, commanding.
Sherry’s stomach knotted instantly. She took a deep breath to calm herself, afraid that anxiety in her voice would betray her. “Calm, be calm, oh god, why now!” She swallowed hard, and answered, using as bland and ordinary a tone as she could manage. › Continue reading
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It’s been a long day and I should feel tired but I don’t. Not at all. In fact, I’ve been anticipating seeing Her all day and the thoughts running through my mind seem to energize me. Thoughts of Her, thoughts of Her beautiful face looking upon me, Her gorgeous body standing over me, Her sweet voice as She says my name. God I love it when She says my name!
I want to see Her so badly I don’t want to stop but I happen to see a field full of wild flowers by the side of the road. I struggle with myself momentarily and debate whether I want to take the time to stop or race ahead and see Her that much sooner but I know this will please her so I pull over. She likes wild flowers, especially the brightly colored ones, and I run around the field collecting a handful to present to Her. As I get back into the truck and race home, I think about how much I’ve missed Her and can’t wait to see Her tonight. › Continue reading
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For a little over a week my sweet girl friend had come home from work each day to provide me with the raunchy details of what her new master had made her do that day. Never had I known that she so thoroughly enjoyed orally worshipping a cock, but she loved the many loads of cum that Ron was making her take everyday. The images of her making love to this big hulking black man with her warm wonderful mouth excited me more than I could stand. I know that Pamela loves me, but I could tell that she was becoming so physically involved with Ron’s dominance that she could hardly contain her excitement. Each day she would say that she hoped that it would be the day that she would get to feel his hard pulsing cock buried deep inside her womb. She not only wanted that reward, but she needed it, desperately. Pamela had done all that was expected of her, she swallowed his cock and took his many loads whenever he demanded. She wore the butt plug up her ass every day while she was at work. She was becoming the cock worshipping cum slut that he wanted her to be. › Continue reading
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Things have been going really well for Trish, Chris and the children. It has been 4 months since their wedding. For the last couple of days even though she kept up with things Trish just didn’t feel herself. Remembering her agreement with her Master to tell him at all times when it feels like the cycle is changing on her she needed to talk to him.
The kids knew there was a private room in the garage for them. They knew it seemed to be more of a special place for their mom to go and hide when she needed to. They didn’t mind at all that it was kept private. They hadn’t seen their mom this together ever. › Continue reading
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“This is the first chapter of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. ”
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She was my new boss. Auburn hair tied up in a bun. Prim and proper business attire. A no nonsense business suit and heels was the norm. A pearl necklace was always around her neck. If you’d look up “stuck up bitch” in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of her. I think she had a nice figure in there somewhere, but it was very difficult to tell, and I didn’t have the desire to know. › Continue reading
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Jane was up to greet me when I walked into the house Sunday afternoon. I could easily see the effect of the night before. She was walking slowly; her face was red from whisker-burn, her eyes were a little red looking. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me by the door.
I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just shook her head and continued to hang on. She was sniffling a little, I think she may have been crying, but she wouldn”t let me see her face. Finally I was able to lift her head up to kiss her and her lips were hungry against my mouth. I could feel the emotions running through her. I think she was saying “good-bye,” but she didn”t want to go. › Continue reading
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