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I knew that I hadn't enjoyed Erica making me suck Daniel's cock per se, but every time I let my mind wander in the next few days, I would see Erica's eyes looking at me, delighted that she could control me in such a debasing way. They had violated me- it was humiliating. But I could barely breath when I thought about cleaning out her perfect cunt.

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"Ugh. Whatever happened to standards Sharon? Why does everyone think all you need to be a secretary is to look good?" Meet Jake Andrews, a 38 year old CEO of a medium sized business firm. Jake looked pretty average with his brown hair, brown eyes, and an unassuming Caucasian face, not ugly but not handsome by any stretch.

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Stuck in traffic - again. It was going to take a long time getting into work, the stop and go was starting at Trafalgar Road - Sigh should have caught the train. Oh well, sit back and let it flow - no point getting tense over things which one can't control. I looked to the trees and fences on the side of the highway, sometimes in the winter there are interesting raptors. This year, however, a good crop of voles was reported further north, and the Snowy Owls probably wouldn't move this far south.

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You may call me MistressM. Simply Mistress or Ma'am will do as well. At least you may call me that when I ask you to speak, which won't be often, unless I want to hear you beg. Let me explain so your small one-track man-brain can understand. I have a hobby that I very much enjoy -- it's dominating men like you.

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He was too handsome for his own good. I'd long since recognized that it might very well lead to the end of us. My sore whipping arm was longing for an overweight sub with the face of a pug. Good thing for Precious, the rest of me was not. Eyeing the furtive glances of the young girl, I immediately knew she wasn't his type. She was submissive, for one thing. It leaked from every pore of her overly exposed skin.

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It all began with a "Hi" on the internet. Matt approached the innocent looking Sandy and struck up a conversation online. She was hesitant at first but eventually she opened up to talking with him. As talk progressed they slowly moved to the topic of sex and desires. Just before Matt had to leave she revealed that she enjoys being dominant in the bedroom. This perked his ears and his interest dramatically. They said their goodbyes and agreed to talk later.

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It was Sarani and me at the table, and Wygotzki and Cherkov playing cards by the door, keeping an eye on the dirt track leading up to the cabin. We were waiting for the batch to arrive, but it wouldn't be in for hours. Needless to say, we were bored. Somehow, we began talking about sex.

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He sat in a dimly lit café absentmindedly picking at the dirt under his nails. It was 4:21, thirty-nine minutes before she was supposed to be there. They agreed to meet for an early dinner, nothing too formal. They would talk for a bit and see how things went. Sex was implied but not required. Sex was not a virgin topic for them.

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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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As I looked up the steps to the front door of the Hawkwood family home, I was filled with dread and anxiety. I started up the first step and I could hear my mother pull away in her car behind me. I could hear the sound of rubber on the wet asphalt fade out as it made its way down the the circle of the drop off area to the black ribbon of the long driveway that led to the front gate, passing the lush grass and trees that lined it. I wasn't entirely sure why I was there.

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