Mistress in red

`“So, tell me, what was it you wanted?” “Oh, you know,” said the slave, half-smiling. The Mistress smiled sweetly in reply. “Oh, no, that just won't cut it.” His snarky smile grew wider. /> Without[…]

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Butterscotch part 4

10:00 pm So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked[…]

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Perfect ten

This story is pure fantasy This story is a fantasy, the author does not condone sexual abuse in any form. /> There she was, standing there, her blond hair windswept, she pushed back the rebellious[…]

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Teenage dream

Anyone who could see me driving down the road that day would have no idea what I was wearing below the steering wheel. With just a t-shirt and a pair of black tights on and[…]

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