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Slave Yoga Ch. 05: Slave-cation

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Oct 3, 2018
BDSM

Over the next few days I repeatedly pleasured myself as I studied the lovely cursive AC brand Agatha Crush had shown me. I couldn't stop wondering about how it might look on my bottom. Fortunately there were plenty of videos on the web about how to create a temporary tattoo. By scanning the image of Professor Crush's AC monogram I was able to transfer a basi...

Victoria's Secret: Victoria's Story

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

It didn't take long for them to chain me up to the other girls in the coffle and soon we were off. The paths got smoother as we got closer to the city and I had gotten used to walking more-or-less barefoot. I say "more-or-less" because unlike the other girls I was wearing my beautiful barefoot sandals, with their green beads and string. They weren't the type...

Slave Yoga Ch. 04: Slave Shaming

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Nov 21, 2017
BDSM

After class I scrubbed my shamefully wet and gamey pussy in the showers. I was mortified at the way I had displayed myself and repeatedly orgasmed in front of my former students but there was no denying how exciting it was for me. I desperately needed some time alone to think but surrounded by dozens of other naked slave girls it was not to be. "Did you enj...

Slave Yoga Ch. 03: Slave Naked

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

"Well, well, well!" Suzie said, chuckling as she stepping off the elevator and kneeling down in front of my cage. "What do we have here? Hear any good lawyer jokes lately?" she said, grinning broadly. Smiling her most devilish smile, Suzie reached through the bars of my cage and playfully wiggled my nose. "It looks like someone accidentally got herself mark...

Slave Yoga Ch. 02: Tracy's Journal

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...

A REALLY Scary Halloween

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Oct 15, 2017
BDSM

I was bored. Miserably, horribly, completely bored. When the fall semester began the drunken frat party that was Halloween on my college campus was the furthest thing from my mind. I was 28, unmarried, and teaching was getting stale. I was involved with my church group; oddly enough our occasional missions to forsaken hellholes actually provided me with a...