The dyke bar

It was 11pm on a Friday night and I needed a woman. I try to avoid the dyke bars, but my pussy sometimes rules my brain, so I walked downtown and into Jimmie's place. It[…]

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Mr. master

Mr. Master Colby needed structure; He needed guidance. Colby was just entering adulthood, wishing to leave his reckless teen years behind him but he didn’t know how. He yearned for the discipline his parents neglected[…]

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Mukuneiu: red moon

{ } scenes are flashbacks. ~ —–The only thing she truthfully remembered of that cold night was staring into the glowing headlights as they passed by. Her skin was dry, yet felt brittle, and she[…]

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The perfect slave

The perfect Slave Denise really was the perfect slave. The level of submission and compliance was far beyond that of any I had experienced before and I have been training slaves for a long time.[…]

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A night to remember

The clock strikes midnight. I am lying in my bed, thinking of everything and nothing, the thunderstorm outside adding an eerie ambience to the whole scenario. The door creaks open. I look up, surprised at[…]

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Garth's dilemma, part one

Garth was popular young gentleman. His work bought him into contact with many young ladies he worked with. One such young woman was an attractive, but spoilt blonde named Jessica. She had recently started part[…]

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Singles cruise

Fbailey story number 241 Single’s Cruise My wife had been dead for long enough according to my children and friends. So I booked a week on a single’s cruise in the Caribbean for people over[…]

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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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