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Submission Story – She’s No Vanilla Woman

Reading Time: 7 minutes Anxiously, the dark haired dominant waited until this affluent but wanting lady knocked until he opened the door. They greeted each other with a hug, after which, the polite host offered the dark haired, brown eyed mid-thirties lady a seat. Instead of that sexy dressing gown in which he saw her last time, she was dressed appropriately on this hot afternoon in a white pull over blouse and red shorts, which once again showed off her shapely legs.

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Sex and Submission Story – A Night In

Reading Time: 6 minutes I heard a male voice in the background, not a lesbian flick then, I heard that familiar unzipping of zippers as he unleashed his cock on the two blonde submissive nymphs. Now I was jealous of them, as I heard them sucking and the man groaning I wanted nothing more than to suck the cock of my Master, take it into my mouth and swirl it, lick it up and down and play with it.

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A Cult Thing?

Reading Time: 4 minutes As I walked toward the end of the paved road I could hear in the distance the muffled beat of the bdsm cult tom-toms that were faintly audible; a curdling shriek came at intervals when the wind shifted. I reluctantly advanced through the underbrush with its ugly roots and hanging Spanish moss as my morbid curiosity overcame my fear.

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Kinky Sex Story – A Plain Wooden Box

Reading Time: 11 minutes After a short pause, the pitch of the vibrators increased again and he knew that it was time to give her what she had been expecting all evening. He removed the gag, detached the straps, unlaced the hood and working as quickly as he could, removed the cage and everything that was holding her head. She was still fastened at ankles, thighs, waist and wrists but could choose to look up or let her head hang down to look at the wooden box.

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