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The Stonebriar Kennels Ch. 01

by thekinkysideofbbs on Dec 2, 2019
BDSM

"I have to take a trip for work next week, and I can't bring you." Evan told Rachel matter of factly. "Instead of leaving you here alone, I made arrangements for you to stay somewhere accepting of our arrangement. Somewhere you can be yourself among others like you." "Others like me?" Rachel wondered. Rachel met Evan online. Browsing Tumblr, she ran acros...

The Drop Pt. 01

by Sam_and_Harley on Dec 25, 2019
BDSM

A blaring horn brought Sam back to reality. Startled, he jerked his car back into his lane, realizing he had just driven right past his exit. "What in the Hell is wrong with me?" he thought. It was Friday, and Sam was on his way home from the airport after a trip that had been a mix of work and play. The work had been a waste of time, but the play had been...

Black On Black Pegging: Hot Date!

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

Countless hours browsing the web for the kind of videos and images I knew I wouldn't find. No one caters to my own unique brand of kink. There simply aren't any BDSM websites out there which cater to people of African descent. My name is Jarvis Roger Mondesir. My friends call me J.R. I was born in the City of Jacmel in the Republic of Haiti, and moved with m...

Making A Pet Ch. 04

by sassyblueeyeditalian on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

I showered and dressed quickly. No panties to wear, I slid the dress over my head and down my hips. Seeing how the corset lifted my heavy breasts up high, giving the impression they could spill out at any movement I made. I blow dried my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. Quickly making up my eyes and cheeks. Running a glistening lip-gloss over my lips....

oasis hotel

by dandevil on Apr 23, 2019
BDSM

Rain. Of course it's raining on your night out. Somehow you got lost driving home from a close friends wedding. Finding yourself in a weirdly quite city. You drive about blindly and slow, you look to be the only one on the road save a few parked cars. You must have dried for hours, not a single gas station in sight. As soon as you notice that part, your gas...

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Rod Adventures Ch. 17

by Brutal_One on Jul 20, 2020
BDSM

Sunday 20th December, King's Jaguar It's a beautiful crisp December mid afternoon as I take the drive in my Jaguar on the M27 for the quick 30 minute drive. The time gives me the luxury to pause and think. Since the start of the lecturing and together with the Ring research and the concern with the 'Tarsis' situation and in effect the 'black mail' threat it...

Ottawa Escort Chronicles Ch. 02

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

My name is Peterson Jean-Pierre and I'm a Haitian-Canadian brother living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I was born in the City of Montreal, but I've been living near the Quebec/Ontario border for some time now. I attend La Cite Collegiale, where I study police foundations. One of these days, I can see myself working in the field of law enforcement. Just...

Went for the festival left in a diaper

by HICKSMODE on Jan 10, 2019
BDSM

It was the beginning of summer. You have just completed your junior year of college and you and your best friend Matt just received your tickets for the Johnson city Music festival. You two have been waiting all semester for this festival. You got all of your travel arrangements in line weeks ago. It’s a week long festival full of different events and musici...

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The End of Evil Ch. 11

by Xantu on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think ab...

Rush Pt. 02

by sinfulcaramel on Mar 20, 2018
Group Sex

"You changed your hair color." "So did you," She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine. "Wig." "Dye," She shrugged. "The color wasn't appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it." "So you are..." She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pou...