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Zosimos felt the whip crack down on his back once more. He screeched in agony and was met with only more blows for comfort. He knew he wasn't supposed to make a sound but by the 20th strike he couldn't help it. His brutal master continued to beat him until all that was left was the comforting dark.

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I wore a form fitting black leather 'coat style' dress, many shiny black buttons lay in line from breast to thigh, waist nipped in tight with belt and silver buckle. The hem cut to just above the knee, the intention was to disguise what lay beneath. Black 'ultra' shine, tight thigh high boots.

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I smiled when I saw the house. The corner streetlight reflected on the metal numbers screwed to the front door. This was the place. I slipped through the front gate and into the garden, walking quietly around the side of the house, carrying my bag. There was a back gate, locked, but reaching over I easily found the bolt and slid it open; stepping through I closed it behind me.

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I'm on my knee's facing the head of the bed, my hand's are cuffed to the headboard. My body naked, thigh's spread so that all that I submit to you is open to your possession. I can't see you, but I can feel your eyes moving over every inch of my exposed body. I can feel my cunt moistening with anticipation of your touch; I'm finding it hard to keep still for your inspection.

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He'd dared her, and he shouldn't have. For months they'd chatted, trading stories and making each other hot and bothered (and much more) dozens of times. Finally, one afternoon, Dee had opened her mail to find a message from Jas. Expecting an opening gambit for that night's chat session, she'd instead read:

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Well what an interesting day the 26th of March turned out to be for me! In simple terms, the wanderlust hit me again, the first time for a while and I decided to go visit a submissive for the first time.. About a month ago I had visited a Mistress to see what being a submissive was like and while it was a lot of fun and gave me an initial introduction to what a dungeon band und submissive was like,

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James had first noticed Megan Williams as she shared lunch with a few friends on the campus of the local university. It had been a hot day and they had taken refuge on a bench that sat in the shade of a tall oak tree. The hot weather had forced her friends into skimpy clothing that left a great deal of flesh on display but Megan had dressed more modestly in a cotton summer dress and flip-flops which amply showed off her superb figure without overtly advertising the fact that she had a body worth drooling over- which she clearly did.

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It was evening and he was sitting at the kitchen table, barefooted, in jeans and a t-shirt, reading the paper. I was off puttering around, doing I don't remember what, while Don was absorbed in the news. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to do one of those things that really turns me on once in a while. I went to our room and put on my short bathrobe. Then I went to the kitchen and stood next to Don until he looked up at me curiously. "Honey," I said, "I'm in the mood to get a really good spanking."

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She only had one night. One night that would have to last her a lifetime and she knew that the risk was worth it. He had agreed to meet her; but it was for just one night. This one night would be the first and only time she would see and serve the man that she loved and adored; the man that owned her; mind, body, heart and soul.

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They were sitting on the couch in his room, him laid across her lap and her scratching his head. Who knows what they were talking about; hours had passed by but time seemed to have stopped. Somehow, they got on the subject of muscle kinks. "I don't know what it is but I get the worst knots in my back. Maybe I'm sleeping on it wrong...Wish I hadn't missed that massage appointment!" she said.

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