I took the bet certain that I would win. The stakes of the bet – the winner gets sex the way they want it. I knew he wanted it, but I didn't know how he wanted it. I was so sure that I would win. If I won, I'd put on a two headed dildo and fuck him up the ass; all the while taunting him. At the centre of the dildo was a giant ball sack. The harness I wore held the dildo by the ball sack so that half the dildo was up my cunt and the other half stretched forward like a giant erect cock. The way I wanted it was me as the dominant and him my submissive.
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A choice of punishments?
It had been 15 years since they had started tightening up the littering laws, and for the last 7 years they had been imposing prison sentences. When my bag of shopping broke, I thought I had picked it all up, but it was just my luck that a policeman found the one cybergrape I had missed.
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In the end, it was easy. A young man, full of the dewy, visceral urges of youth; his lust controlled him... we simply catered to his lust. Gods, he was a beautiful sight - dark hair, streaked with sun, casually flowing down in waves over his shoulders... smoky, soulful mocha eyes that gave away his every emotion, and all the struggles within; including when he finally lost those battles...
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Sometimes, I think he really, truly does understand how to handle me- how to keep our relationship in line the best he can. I've tried to explain the overwhelming need to submit, to be controlled, to be HIS- and he tells me he knows, has always known, what makes me tick. This makes me question why he doesn't employ it more often, take the authority that I am happy to hand him, but too often, we are at odds instead. Nearly every time I have finally given up on his dominant side, he turns around and shocks hell out of me again...
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I have been home from work barely five minutes when there's a knock at my door.
I open it and smile at the tall, skinny man standing outside my door.
"Natalie." He leans forward and kisses both of my cheeks, his hand caressing the back of my neck.
"Come in," I step back and give him room. "Where are we heading tonight Sammy?" I ask, returning his kisses.
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Once there was a small valley, nestled deep within the craggy mountains, and within it was a small village of farmers. For years they and their fields had received water bountifully from a large spring that gushed from beneath a granite outcrop. For three years now, however, the flow lessened and lessened until there was barely enough to sustain their lives.
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Every bump in the road was sheer torture, making my pussy clench around the dildo inside me. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was glad to see that the store did not appear too busy and parked out as far away from other vehicles as I could without appearing suspicious. Putting the car in park, I rested my head against the steering wheel once more and rocked my hips experimentally against the dildo.
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He lay beside her, lost in a trance. Her fingernails trailed gently across his skin, so light it sent shivers up his spine. He lay as if dead, transfixed by the thrill of her touch. That entrancing touch, which left him helpless against her will. She continued to draw lazy, slow circles up and down his chest, gently grazing sensitive pierced nipples, running lusciously through a sprinkling of soft hair.
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Only rarely did Mistress and I venture into the world as a normal, vanilla couple. We were much happier playing in our usual environment, where we could be as wild as we wanted without anyone else around. Her dominance, and my submission, were a release from the everyday. But tonight, Mistress had needed an escort for an inner city work function, and I had been commanded to attend.
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Sara and Michael had a quiet and serene marriage for the past 3 years. Michael was a lawyer in a corporate law firm and Sara was a librarian. They spent holidays at their family's houses. They went on vacations twice a year. They owned a nice house in a suburb of New York City.
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