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I was having an interesting day. I was at a friend’s house and was having a few drinks. I had planned to be home in the afternoon to shower and change before meeting you later. I was expecting my evening to be a very interesting and educational interlude, and I wanted to be dressed just right for the occasion. Maybe a knee length skirt with side split and a low cut top.

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David padded naked back from the shower in a good mood. A day off work when his wife was working always gave him a positive feeling. A sense of freedom. What should he do? Undisturbed access to the Internet was on his mind. Flirt with someone in a chatroom or download some porn and jerk off. The day was his.

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Karen March 2001 I first encountered Miss Chapman at school. She was the home economics teacher and a guidance teacher too. Teachers tended to view me as a generally intelligent pupil who inexplicably did stupid things to get in trouble occasionally. One such occasion when I was in my second last year resulted in me waiting to be called into Ms Chapman's office for trying to play truant that afternoon.

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Have you figured it out yet? Have you figured out which of your little insecurities is the one that drives you to submit? You've spent hours on the internet reading stories about dominating women bending weak men to their will. You should surely have some idea about submission and why you want it.

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The 14th Anniversary A Valentine's Day Story She was kneeling on the hard surface of their sturdy couch table. It had been repositioned to face the entrance of their apartment; so she would be the first thing her Mistress would see when she came home from work. By then, she knew her knees and shins would be hurting, her breasts would be throbbing with every heartbeat, her nipples would have gone numb and her lips dry -- and there was nothing she could do about it.

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The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University's prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon.

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"There," Master says. I tug experimentally on the cuff she has just locked around my ankle, and that feeling of helplessness and trust washes over me like a warm, gentle wave. She looks at me appraisingly. "You know what happens next, slut."

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Jack was half shaft deep in Sara's ass when he paused to admire his handiwork. Sara was standing, bent over her bed with her head mashed into a pile of pillows. Her jeans and panties were bunched around her ankles, leaving her standing in a precarious toddle. They were both breathing heavily, and there were several red hand prints across the tan flesh of Sara's ass.

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"You've never had an orgasm?" "That's not what I said. I said I've never had a man give me an orgasm. I've kept Eveready in business. You gave me a few when we were teens, I pay a surcharge on my electric bill for vibrator use and I let my fingers do the walking, but no man has ever been able to get me where I want to go."

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While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee, looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her when she was not noticing and he saw a lot.

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