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Ebony's G-Spot

by ChocletRN on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The G spot was the hottest strip club in town. Going to the strip club was usually her Daddy's idea. But being the submissive she was Ebony loved watching the women in the strip club perform. The fantasies they gave her were never ending. Her Daddy knew that about her and loved her reaction every time they went. He especially loved watching his little one in...

Ebony's Tattoo

by ChocletRN on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Ebony looked in the mirror that morning admiring her choclet skin trying to find the perfect spot for her Daddy's mark. Of course it was his decision where it went. But she enjoyed wondering where it would go. She admired the symbol and name she already wore that bore the name he gave her. His voice quickly brought her back to reality and into the tattoo par...

Ebony's Holiday Hunger

by ChocletRN on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Ebony got dressed that morning and quickly realized she was nervous. She looked down at the mark she wore on her flesh. It was his mark and she wore it with pride. It had been placed there during one of their sessions to remind her and anyone who saw it who she belonged to. It symbolized the bond they shared. The only thing that Ebony knew getting ready was...

Ebony Invader

by Spiritfist on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

The first thing I became aware of when I awoke was a bright light dazzling my eyes then a gloved hand clamping firmly over my mouth. Then I heard a voice, deep but definitely female whisper in my ear, 'Make one sound and you're dead, Mister!' As the flash-light was turned away from my eyes I began to focus on the intruder in my bedroom, although her nose a...

Ebony's Jewel

by ChocletRN on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Ebony looked across the table at their dinner hosts with a smile. Ebony smiled as she thought to herself how much she preferred thick ones like herself. Ebony could see herself buried between her thighs bringing her to tears. The Dominant sitting across the table from them was one of her Daddy's oldest friends. And the lovely female sitting across from her a...

Ebony Angel

by Spiritfist on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

You kneel before me, naked apart from white cotton panties and a blue bandana tied snugly at the side of your delicious neck. Your ebony skin glows almost golden in the subdued light, your soft dark hair reaching to your shoulders, framing that pretty face, your dark brown eyes, warm and soft, that nose, those perfectly flared nostrils and that mouth, that...

Ebony and Ivory

by Ropetease on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

She was sent to me by her Master for training. All I knew about her was that she was feisty and a brat, a hard one to tame as he put it. As I waited for her arrival, I went about cleaning the playroom and rearranging the items I had laid out for my use. The sound of the door bell rang as I finished in the room. She was instructed to be on time and she failed...

Mistress Ebony, Ultimate Revenge

by itisme on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

This is a follow up to the story "Educating Mistress Ebony". My Nubian Goddess, Tracey was clearly having fun preparing her basement and one bedroom for future slaves. We had lunch twice during the week and would work night at her house to make sure things was set for her yet-to-be slaves. We also spent some time making sure she knew how to use each piece o...

The Ebony Goddess

by Forktongue on May 16, 2018
BDSM

He appeared at the door of her house as she requested. The door was unlocked and he entered. On a table to the right was a note that said simply "bathroom - upstairs." He followed the long, winding staircase up and made a left to where he could see the door to the bathroom slightly open. The bathroom itself was large and spacious. The tile floors were white...

WhiteBoy FuckToy for Ebony femdom

by flawlessgsmkt on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

It's dark. I'm kneeling in a locked wardrobe. My hands are cuffed behind my back and secured to a ring in the wall. I pull at them a little where the cuffs are squeezed against my wrists. Not that there's any point. On previous occasions I've struggled against these cuffs in a desperate fury to escape. They held when I was trying my hardest to break free. Th...