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Predators & Prey Ch. 1
“Predators and Prey is a successor to the story Training Michelle, and is a companion to Elegance Ravished. While Predators and Prey can surely be savored on its own, you may enjoy it more after having read Training Michelle and Elegance Ravished first. In either case, enjoy! ”
*Scene 1 – Setting the Stage*
Michelle is sitting at the bar in the dance club, a tantalizing vision of sexual energy. Her long sensual legs, including the uppermost reaches of her thighs, are visible through the scandalous, thigh-high front slit in her black silk dress, as Michelle coils her legs around the bar stool. Narrow, ribbon-thin straps are all that hold the dress to her body, with her back completely exposed down to swelling fullness of her ass. The straps drape as delicately as spider’s silk across her smooth, tan shoulders; threatening with the slightest breeze to break apart and release Michelle’s breasts to the scrutiny of the hundred pairs of eyes that are feasting on her body, following every curve, and imagining what lies behind the wisps of fabric that barely cover her tits, ass, and cunt. › Continue reading
Pony Girl Story 4
Roy gazed down at Tigerpet as she leaned over on all fours and ate the last of her cereal from the bowl, her lovely bare rump high and her full breasts almost grazing the floor. Two weeks ago she had come to the ranch as an untidy bar maid. Now she had been transformed into a lovely well-groomed pony girl. He stroked her tail and then gave it a gentle tug to check that it was secure.
How long will this one stay, he wondered. The last pony girl to leave Patrick’s ranch had chosen to move on after only a week, the lifestyle just simply didn’t suit her. Usually they stayed longer, and it wasn’t uncommon for a girl to stay at a ranch for several years. Others, like Quinn, came and never left. She now helped train the pony girls. Rarely seen without her crop, she believed in good strict discipline. › Continue reading
Phone Domination
Tina felt like the headset she was wearing had become a chain. It had been fun at first, sitting on the phone and talking dirty to anonymous men, knowing she was getting them off with a slutty voice and filthy language. But then, the calls seemed to take on a pattern. Typically she spent most of her time screaming “oh yeah baby fuck me in my ass” to men whose wives or girl friends refused to satisfy their fantasy of anal sex, not that she blamed them. She had tried it once and the guy had gotten his dick in maybe an inch before the pain was too much for her to bear. And then there were the closet fags, all they ever wanted to talk about was fucking guys who looked like girls, on those calls she pitched her voice deep and pretended to be a horny transvestite, and even with this variation she spent most of the time screaming “ohh yeah your cock is so big up my ass baby”. › Continue reading
On Your Knees: The Prequel
“I love this painting,” commented Sarah, as she Vicki and I stood there gazing at the canvas sitting proudly on the wall.
“Mmm its beautiful isn’t it? Its Mistress’ favourite one.” I replied. “Every time she leads me down the hallway she always stops and stares at it. Her eyebrow rises and she smiles that devilish grin of hers, mmm.”
“I can understand why, it’s captivating.” Said Vicki curiously.
“If you look closely enough Vicki, you can see implements that we use in our lifestyle, see…” I pointed at the young woman’s hair on the painting. › Continue reading
Nothing Special Ch. 02
“*AUTHORS NOTE* I apologize that the second chapter of this took so long to get to you, but life has been quite tumultous as of late. I hope you enjoy the second installment of Nothing Special as much as I enjoyed writing it.”
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I could waste your time by telling you about the move, but that is not the point of this story. It is only necessary for you to understand the briefest background as to where I was, for the rest is not important. Dominic had arrived promptly and we’d driven in his chauffeured Lincoln to his large estate in the Hamptons. His driver, a young Irishman, who’s name I later learned was Randall Cummins, was a handsome man that I immediately liked. He had hair the color of fiery autumn leaves and his rich chocolate eyes sparkled with good humor and seductive promises. His body was neat and compact, lean and yet muscular. When I had slid into the lush leather interior of the car I could’ve sworn he’d winked at me. Dominic had given me a room in the guest house. He’d left me to unpack the few items I had refused to part with, the rest had all been dropped in a Salvation Army bin. He had dismissed what I had thought to be a perfectly lovely wardrobe as utter rubbish and announced he’d provide what he deemed necessary. › Continue reading
Natasja Ch. 1
Fred had been searching the city for weeks, looking for an unsuspecting young woman. One of his favorite places was a diner, an old train car with a counter and stools. It was nothing fancy, but a place to eat cheaply. Fred came here often, because young girls with little money and either no family or many friends in the city. He knew by past experience that patience would reward him.
As he walked into the diner he noticed two young girls sitting at the counter and he took a stool three down from them. He ordered coffee and sat watching them openly. The younger of the two noticed him and blushed from his open gaze at them. She lowered her eyes to the counter and did her best to ignore him. She whispered to her companion. The second girl looked back at him and tried to stare him down. She seemed to be getting angry at his blatant staring. Finally she spoke. › Continue reading
Meeting Master
Kathy was understandably nervous. This was the first time she would see Him in person. Her request for a Master had been answered by so many. So many pretenders. So many wannabes. So many self-absorbed egomaniacal Doms. And then there was Him. He had caught her attention differently, not with a description of Himself or the offer what He’d do to her. He sent her a story, an erotic subtle D/s story that left her drenched. After reading it she contacted Him. They talked and He continued to send more stories, all by His own hand. Some based on truth, some based on the fantasies of His previous subs, a few His own. They chatted on-line and once, when He told her what He would do when they met, she soaked the chair she was on. He told her to get on her knees, lick it up and thank Him as she did it. She submitted to Him on-line. She knew she was His. She wanted Him like no other. Needed Him. › Continue reading
Many Thoughts
i’ve have thought about You, i’ve thought about You and You & i a lot.
And, while i won’t deny that i’ve thought about the sexual dimensions (i have confessed to You that i’m a slut, haven’t i?) .. i’ve thought of kneeling to You, awaiting the touch of Your fingers over my skin, exploring me, gauging my reactions - i have felt my cunt swell and moisten over & over again just with those thoughts. Anticipating the feeling of Your mouth on the very sensitive curve of my neck - i’ve gotten chills time and again just anticipating that. i spent a good deal of time thinking about Your skin under my hands & fingers, my lips & tongue as i investigate - varying the strength or gentleness of my touch, the speed of my movements - knowing that those desires & pleasure points take time, a long time, to learn correctly because they are changeable and influenced by mood, situation and a myriad of other details — and since so much time has passed… a whole new experience. › Continue reading
Maid For Dessert Ch. 02
“Tell me, slave, what do you think I should do with you now?”
I cannot help myself. The day’s chores, the long, drawn-out sexual anticipation has made my pussy so full, so tender - so very ready. I plead. “Please, Sir. Please? Take me. Use me. Oh please, fuck me, Sir, I beg you. I need to come, so badly.”
I hear him chuckle low in his throat. “Do you really now? Rather anxious, aren’t you girl?”
My face colours up and I whimper, “Yes, Sir. It has been a - a trying day. Please?”
“A trying day? Yes, I can see that these are very, very swollen, slave.” The crop taps my outer labia, so gently. “Are these why your day has been so trying?” Tap. Tap. Tap. › Continue reading
Lesson Well Learned
Lanae had been behaving badly all day. Although she knew Andrew was annoyed, she couldn’t seem to stop. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. They had spent the afternoon at the market place and although it had been a nice autumn day, Lanae had complained throughout. She had ignored his glances and subtle warnings. The drive home had been made in silence. Andrew always became quiet when provoked and Lanae wondered how much more he could take.
It was during dinner that Andrew had reprimanded the blonde haired beauty for the final time. Lanae ignored his ominous tone and with blue eyes flashing, slammed her glass to the table. The glass shattered on impact, spilling the contents. Lanae was yet to realize the gravity of her mistake as she watched the dark red liquid run from the table’s edge. › Continue reading
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