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Angel, age 17, would be returning for her date with her current boyfriend. She wore a white blouse, black mini skirt and heels to give her the slight seductiveness. Under her top she wore only a thin white lace bra with matching panties under her skirt. This outfit amplified her slender body, she was sure that she would have got some tonight. As she returned home, untouched, she headed towards her room before being stopped by her father. “The boys you date…such weaklings.” He stopped her in the hallway in the middle of the night catching her coming home from the...

The Huntress Leader is a position of seniority to the band. Huntresses who volunteer before the enclave can create bands. Caris is the Huntress Leader. If ranked by ability, Caris would be a distant third or a solid fifth in the twelve person bands Huntresses that usually range around in. Caris didn't want to follow older girls and get her ass kicked around until she had her own team, so she made her own. Caris led the band by force of personality. Everyone around her was raised with her. She had been bossing and manipulating her teammates since they were all...

He woke up unable to move his arms; he could feel the restraints around his upper arms and wrists. Moving them forward, he was unable to get them above his waist. Gauging from the lack of feeling in them he‘d been bound and in that position for a while. The ground was cool beneath him, no doubt a tile floor as he could feel the grout indents in his arm. Struggling up to a sitting position, he couldn't open his eyes and realized he was blindfolded. The heart in his chest beat a little more rapidly at the predicament he was...

It was early evening in mid May and a warm spring breeze flowed through Trevor's bedroom window. His favorite rock station blared from the speakers and subwoofer of his desktop computer. He lounged in a beanbag, blasting his friends to smithereens and getting obliterated in turn as they enjoyed a deathmatch session before dinner. Trevor knew he would need to wrap it up soon. He could smell the Mexican seasoning, sizzling meat and the salsa emanating from downstairs. It was taco night in the Marshall household and all was right with the world. Trevor was in that special time and place...

Due to spammers and other idiots, the comment section has been restricted to members only. You may also PM any comments to me. Lucky Mann This story has been edited to meet the new rules. Training a Young Slave Master Jim was 30-years-old, stood 5'10, and weighed a fit 190 pounds. His wife, Mistress Dora was 28-years-old, 5'7, 125 pounds, with dark brown shoulder length hair, and a nice C-cup rack of tits she enjoyed showing off. All and all they were a typical appearing young couple. A couple who happened to enjoyed training and keeping young slaves. As their titles...

After being dominated by Niki and Dave I new needed more. I would always hook up with guys but never go all the way. I quickly dumped my bf and began. After Nikis brother Austin found us playing together he threatened to tell everyone about us if we didn't do what he wanted. Me and Niki one night got a bit too drunk at the party we were throwing after all the people left and the usualls were still there we decided to retire to her room. we barley made upstairs to her room, she was kissing me in the hallway...

Making Amy wet again! By Blueheatt __Amy was good at her job and I did my job, but the tricks never stopped. She would page, “James call extend. 102” I would call her and she would bark orders at me. (she loved to play boss with me, even though she wasn‘t my boss) “JAMES, my chair has a squeak in it, get up here and fix it. CLICK.” I would go there when I got a chance, no hurry. I would grab my little tool kit and act like I was doing something. When I got there, her assistant would announce...

The King’s Gigolo (A Medieval Adventure) I have always been a little keen on medieval times. I am by no means what you will call a history buff, I enjoy the primitive fashion especially the low neck lines and heaving bosoms and the barbaric behaviour but mostly the romantic interludes that are linked with so many hero’s and legends. On a smaller scale I have always been let’s say amused more than interested in the idea of time travel and teleportation from a very early age from the time I started to read The Chronicles of Narnia, but I guess every...

Teachers: Mr Johns It seems strange looking back on it now but I was never embarrassed about my body, I just hated showing it. This was most pronounced at school when I would avoid having a shower after sports lesson till everyone else had finished. I would always volunteer to put the equipment away so that the showers were almost empty when it was my turn. Then I would quickly strip off run in get clean and with my towel tied around my waist get dressed, usually still soaking wet. It wasn’t because I had a bad body. I was a...

There I was sitting on Mr. B's lap in my tennis skirt and wide legged shorts. I had his right hand on my right thigh and his left hand across my chest with his fingers under my right armpit covering my chest too about the middle of my chest. His hands were huge. John had just left as per our plan. I hope the plan that John had worked out was going to work. As things on the TV screen popped up I would jump pull his arm against my chest, slid my hip forward toward his right hand and clench...