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He felt her breath at his ear. "Your cock is now under my control" she slowly whispered. As she removed Heath's blindfold she continued to whisper in a velvety hushed tone. " Take a look for yourself. This is what becomes of naughty males who are unable to control their sexual urges. From now on you will only achieve the blissful state of erection when I see fit.

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Music pounding through the cavernous room. Bright lights on the cat walk, as the men dance down around the pole. Rhythmic gyrations and choreographed steps, as they strip off their clothes... bit by bit. It is better than the movie... No drama and far more action. On platforms against the wall more men sway to the beat. They are dressed in the briefest of spangled underwear, or leather g-strings.

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She was at work when her phone buzzed against her thigh. Making sure her customers didn't need her for a moment, she pulled out the small phone and opened up the text message that was waiting. 'I hope you didn't put panties on today.' She smiled at the text and wondered how to respond. Biting her lip, she put in a quick message.

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"What do you want for Valentine's Day?" I asked, innocent of the results this query would have. "What do you mean, what do I want?" Stacy asked back somewhat crossly. "You know, do you want jewelry, chocolates, lots of roses, what?" "You're supposed to surprise me on Valentine's!" she exclaimed. "I know, but it seems so trite to try to surprise you, when there's a predefined list of what constitutes a Valentine's gift," I hastily tried to explain.

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Orin watched them bring her in, her gate strong and angular as if she were use to flying rather than walking. She wore a fitted garment of every shade of blue imaginable from the darkest night to the brightest sky. It flared at her hips falling to the floor in a peacock type fashion. Orin knew that her master called her Lady Bird, and that he took delighted in treating her as her namesake. Orin had been invited to watch her dance, a privilege reserved for only the highest of guild Masters.

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Sandals flopped against her feet as she charged down the sidewalk. A few heads turned, noticing her slightly disheveled clothing and the flush spread across her cheeks. A tight t-shirt was shifted to the side, thrown on in a hurry. Her white jean shorts were left unbuttoned, barely clinging to sweaty hips as she walked.

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Long day at work, she thought to herself, taking a swig of diet coke and placing it back into the cupholder. Road signs, stop lights, and pedestrians blurred past her as she drove home. She was already planning out her evening, starting by taking off her shoes, dropping her bag, and immediately making herself a very tall scotch—on the rocks, of course.

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Doctor Charlotte Preston sat in her dark grey wingback chair and quietly tapped her pen against her folio papers as her client rattled on about his latest setbacks, as he saw them. She had been trying to concentrate all day with little success, Jackson was coming in for his appointment right after lunch and she could barely contain herself.

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I knew I was taking a huge risk. To change the game at this late date was to risk ruining a very adequate relationship. But, I knew I deserved more than adequate. I wanted so much more. I suppose a little background is in order. I am 43 years old, working in an office, I have a "boyfriend" that I see three to four times a week.

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My Adventures into becoming a switch were thrust upon me one evening, whilst, after a good seeing too, my boyfriend and I were engaging in pillow talk. It had been a particularly enjoyable and energetic session, and, as was the norm, I was left feeling deliciously sore. I was bathing in the tender feelings of my spanked ass, which was now resting against the bedsheets, and my throbbing pussy.

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