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"You cheated!" She cried out loudly, laughing, as she tried to grab the mouse away from him. "It was my turn and you made me lose!" "What?!" He feigned innocence, "That's not MY fault! You missed your turn and you have to face the consequences!" He could barely hold back his smile as he turned to look at her with his best 'How could you possibly accuse this adorable face of cheating' look.

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Although there are female dominatrix, and male subjugationists, by and large the practice is the opposite: Males are Dom; fems are sub. This treatise is written to reflect this norm; however, genders may be exchanged at will. Domination is the ultimate seduction: The Dom is seducing the Sub into giving up his or her self-will.

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He entered the room, as he had done so many times before, and he noticed right away that there was a difference. He could not exactly pinpoint the difference or tell what was different or why. He just felt that it was different from all the previous times. There was something in the air, and he had the intense feeling that this time, something was going to happen, and that someone was unwaveringly waiting for him.

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In the last chapter, my sub Peter helped me live out my medical fantasy. So wanted to help him live out one of his. If you've read my other stories (and you should), you know that he loved all things anal, including strap-on sex. His fantasy was to blindfolded and fucked in the ass by a stranger. Eventually, he'd want to see the stranger's face, but not until she'd cum.

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He had been watching her all evening, and she could feel his eyes on her as she moved to the bar to get one last glass of wine. It was getting late and she should go home; but the music had been so hot and there had been no shortage of dance partners. He hadn't asked her to dance all night. He'd just kept watching her. Every time she looked up his eyes were on her following her every move.

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He lay on the white sheeted bed, relaxed, in his robe, hands behind his head. She knelt at the foot of the bed, legs wide, back straight, hands resting on her thighs, eyes downcast, but stealing peeks at him from beneath her lashes. She was naked, wet, and ready, like she always was for him. And now she was waiting for his permission.

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Meg's heart pounded in her chest as she pulled into a parking space in front of the condominium. She was having difficulty believing that she had agreed to this. What in the name of God had her hormones gotten her into this time? Where was her mind when she visited that Internet chat room? It had been hard enough to admit that old desires had begun to surface again but to actively go out and seek someone who could help her fulfill them was madness.

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So, this is it, I thought to myself. I had not told my wife of this plan, of course. It was not something that I cared to share with her. Then again, I didn't share much at all with her anymore, except for our last names. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with my "kinky stuff". That included spanking her, tying her up, and generally having my way with her. She was much more conservative than I turned out to be.

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"Hey gorgeous, I'm at the airport and on my way home. I should be there in about an hour," I said into my cell phone as I flagged down a cab in front of the main terminal. There was a soft laugh and then my girlfriend said, "Then look over your left shoulder. I'm on the second plane to the left and on my way to China."

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The invitation had said the dress code was formal. For Kate Spencer, that meant the deliciously pleasurable prospect of a ballroom filled with tuxedo clad men. Emerging from her bubble bath, soft, warm and fragrant, she relished the thought, her eyes shining with excitement. Tonight she would attend the award giving ceremony of Independent Film Awards in her official capacity as Chief Executive Officer of her very own casting agency.

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