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Doing chores in your frilly pink panties and pink chastity cage and the door bell chimes. "Cunt, answer the door." You open the door, averting your eyes to the floor as my girlfriend steps inside. She sees you and laughs, "that's a good look for you Mike." I come in from the other room and cup your chin and in a snide, mocking tone say, "this is not Mike,...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Waking up in a bad mood on Monday morning, trailer park girl Breanna drives her aunt, uncle and cousin Kate insane with her antics. But when bitchy nympho Breanna selects two guys to satisfy her sexually, maybe even she should have been more discerning! This kinky sex comedy set in the early 1990s contains strong language and adu...
December 18. Two days short of her twenty eighth birthday. Rina's head spun as she cracked open a tired eye. The bed was empty next to her. Sheets were still tangled around her feet, and her dry and cracked hands lay motionlessly by her head. Early morning. Her stomach growled painfully, and Rina lifted one hand to shove into her belly. Her first movement...
Part 6 – Life of the Party Word of Claudia had spread to the many of the other guests at the party, thanks to the handful who had already been in to see her. Despite Mistress Eva's ruthless reputation, few had expected such a brazen and public exploitation of a submissive. Many were too scared to ask about the ethics involved in procuring such a slave. Eva...
My eyes were groggy, I felt numb, and I was unaware as to where I was. I looked up and saw what appeared to be a bathroom. I saw the sink, the shower, the blue tile floor, but I felt as if I was down low, near ground level. I tried moving, I realized I was stuck. I was utterly dumbfounded, completely shocked. Where was I? Then it hit me. I believed I had be...
This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". Debbie Kendall woke up on the first full day of her internment to the screaming of an angry roommate. She had quite forgotten, except in some of her nightmares, that she was now Jane's bitch. Ms. Mensch intended to dominate and use her as she saw fit. Apparently, t...
"I was now a shit eater! Upon that realization, even the foul flow of my saliva and shit pooling in my mouth tasted better; it's presence fueled my already steel-hard erection, and she returned. In silence she handcuffed my arms behind me, looped a cord about my ball sac, and clipped a steel chain to it. Tugging on the chain, my balls tightened; "Don't mo...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to re...