Master grinned down at Colleen as he slid her legs back onto the bed fully sitting down on the bed beside her. He reached down and pulled the rose out of her mouth, turning its petals toward her face so that she could inhale the flower’s scent. He then stood up and pulled the flower away as he put it on her nightstand which was beside her bed. He then reached down and slid his shirt off over his head revealing his own skin for the first time. He a very pale complexion like Colleen without being quite as white. He had a very thin upper body with a slight tummy. He then reached down and undid the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down. He pushed them off his legs stepping out of them. His aroused cock tented his boxer shorts some and he quickly slid them off as well. › Continue reading
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Daniel sat in His chair on the other side of the room watching His new little slave, she was still, it was almost as though she were asleep, but He knew better. she had done well, perhaps a little too well. He slowly sipped His wine as He thought back to the actions that had transpired. Something had happened to Daniel, something strange that He could not put His finger on. It seems as though the young knight had been right all along, Angel did have the power to steal one’s soul. Angel was a witch. A beautiful, mesmerizing, soul eating witch. He had the proof. › Continue reading
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“(Authors Note: This story is written in the “you” and “I” perspectives, many people find this unsettling to read, so it may be helpful to view the story as it was originally written, as a kinky shared fantasy between lovers, and as such the “you” character does not necessarily mean you the reader. That is unless you want it to, happy reading!)”
It’s the morning of the 14th of February, and you’re right on time to wake me up. I told you the night before what I expected of you today, Valentines Day, and let you know it will be one of our special days. › Continue reading
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“For my Daddy, the One who owns me…”
*PART I: LOVE*
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2004. It sounds like a big number, but to us, it’s just the next thing.
All of the other years of my life have been the same. School or work, sometimes both. Boyfriends, playmates, social flirting. My previous experiences in pleasure were enough to show me that something wonderful is waiting for me. Something that would could control my body in a way I’d never dreamed possible. The illusion that my body is my own has always frustrated me…and empowered me at the same time. My happiness was dependant upon whether or not I could control my own successes and failures, my own destiny. It was a miserable life. To say that things are different now would only be saying that Niagara Falls is a drinking fountain. › Continue reading
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“Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me.”
A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it was the lateness in the day that made it seem so. I will need to find a place to sleep soon, she thought as she started to shiver. She was so deeply absorbed in her thoughts she did not know someone was following her. › Continue reading
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Daddy stood in front of the dresser mirror: he buttoned up his shirt cuffs and checked his tie.
‘There’s money in the top drawer,’ he said without turning round. ‘Buy yourself something nice to wear.’
The toilet flushed and Sabine, the hotel concierge emerged from the bathroom in a bra and panties, her makeup fixed up and the cum, lube and pussy juice washed from her hands and face. She took her shirt and skirt from a hanger in the closet and stepped into it, then turned to Daddy.
‘Can you zip me up?’ › Continue reading
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