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The Dinner Invitation - slave dove

by slave dove

October 7th, 2004

It was a simple dinner invitation sent to me by a friend and business associate. Cocktail attire, his address, an RSVP request, nothing really unusual about the invitation except that it said 6:00 PM Sharp. Well, at the time I didn’t think anything of it. He was very punctual himself, and, after all, if it […]

The Meeting

by Kay

October 7th, 2004

At 4:00 p.m. the phone rings and it is You, my Master. You tell me to be at our meeting place by 6:00 p.m.
i’m to wear a long, loose skirt, with no underwear, and a loose fitting sweater or blouse, not tucked in.
You also instruct me to be squeaky clean and freshly […]

Learning to Love the Pain - Part 2

by Amber

October 7th, 2003

Discipline As he lay across the footstool relaxing after servicing Mistress, he felt totally relaxed and happy. The room was dark except for two candles burning dimly across the room. Mistress stood, and said “don’t move, stay right where you are.” “Yes Mistress” came his reply. […]

mindfuck

by dorei

July 7th, 2003

The girl looked around the kitchen, checking to be sure all was as it should be. She had a roast in the oven for dinner, and she would not need to make the gravy until just before dinner was served. She had cleaned up after herself, and, looking at the clock saw that she had […]

InterNET

by Nadianne A

February 7th, 2003

Warmth radiated over her left shoulder like a caress. Soon, it would move over her cheeks and sweep over the hollows of her collarbone, eventually making its path across her breasts and belly. The sounds of metal clattering behind her alerted her to his presence, sending […]

Learning to Love the Pain - Part 1

by Amber

April 7th, 2002

The Beginning
“Hello sweet pet, you have too many clothes on.”
Her words penetrated him to his core. She held his heart, his mind, and his soul, and she knew it. “Yes Mistress, may I remove them?” “Please do,” she said. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was not comfortable […]

The Test

by esclaveauteur

February 7th, 2002

The slave was kneeling, naked, but for her stockings and heels and collar, and displayed for her Master, her leash in her mouth. This was how he wanted her when he arrived home from work. He was a professor at a nearby university, and his newly collared, newly trained slave had followed […]

Signature of the Whip

by MWvixen

February 7th, 2000

Signature of the Whip
(1)
You take my breath away.
Last night i sat on the floor beside You, unable to take my eyes off Your handsome face. You had just played me, and i was purring with submissive bliss, relaxed and exhilarated, and then, i looked up at You. Your temples glistened with moisture, Your eyes […]

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