The punk and me

I was steadily staring at him from the corner of my eyes trying to make it not too obvious that I was going crazy with sexual tension. He was about six foot ten, dark eyes,[…]

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An evening out

She knelt, waiting for Master to step through the door. She’d heard the car pull into the yard, and hurried to the small pad she was kneeling on. Her heart was pounding as she knelt[…]

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Stockholm – part 5

Day 5 The next morning, Madame X woke up Katie as she entered the room. “Good morning, honey,” the woman whispered in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. The captive smiled. “Good morning,[…]

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Tim’s story: part one

“More roast beef?” Marie Bond asked her eighteen year old son. “Uh, no thanks, mom,” he replied, “I couldn’t eat another bite.” Marie looked at her only son with concern while worrying that he seemed[…]

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