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Chapter 5

The girls did not say what time early the next morning would be, but Tammy decided to get something to eat, showered, and to bed as soon as she could. She fixed a few sandwiches and gobbled them down. Next came the shower. She had had a long, hard day. She could not believe what the girls were making her do.
As she showered though, she caught herself playing with her cunt. Soon she came with a wild orgasm. How could this be exciting to her, and yet it was. She finished her shower and slipped into bed, not sure what the next day would bring. At least it was Saturday and she would be a ways away from town. It was an hour drive to the beach.
At five o’clock the next morning Tammy was awakened by Christina and Becky telling her to get her slave cunt to the kitchen. They commanded her to fix them some breakfast. She whipped up some bacon and eggs for them, but was not allowed to eat herself. She served them and was then told to go get dressed; her bathing suit was on the bed.
She remembered that her bathing suit had been given away as not acceptable. She went to her room and found a very small thong bikini. She put it on and as you can imagine she showed all of her ass and most of her breast. About the only thing that was covered was her nipples and her cunt, but just barely in both cases.
She came out wearing the bikini and the girls told her to grab some towels and her purse and get going.
As they drove to the beach Tammy was given a few instructions. As soon as they arrived she was to go ask a man, of their choosing, if he would rub sunscreen on her body; making sure her ass and breast was covered with it. She was to ask if she could lay down on his blanket with him. If he agrees she was to lay with him and then reach over and play with his cock. She was to then invite him back to the car for a blow job as thanks for his applying suntan lotion to her. She told the two girls she understood.
Tammy was driving and Becky was in the back seat when they started. After a while Christina told Tammy to pull over. Tammy did as told and when she did she was told to get in the back seat. Christina got behind the wheel and Becky by her side. Becky told Tammy to remove her thong and to masturbate for the rest of the trip. She was NOT to cum unless she wanted to be punished in front of everyone at the beach.
Tammy slipped off her thong and began to play with her cunt. Her legs were spread as Becky had directed and she was getting wet; fast. It was not real easy to see into her car, but she knew that if a tuck pulled up next to them, she would be quite visible.
She masturbated as directed and really needed to cum. She begged both girls to allow her to come, but she was denied until the reached the beach. When Christina parked the car, they told Tammy she could cum. It took her only a few seconds before she exploded, all over the back seat.
The two girls gave Tammy a few minutes to compose herself and to slip back on the thong. They then gathered up some stuff. Tammy carried the cooler, while the girls each carried only a towel and beach bag.
The girls decided on a spot and then told Tammy to go out in the water and get cleaned off. When she returned, they told her to lay, face down on the blanket and show off her ass. They would be back in a few minutes.

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Sweat dripped down Nathan’s face. Trish, his girlfriend writhed on all fours in front of him, her ass slapping his hips with every thrust. They were both eighteen years old, and tonight was their last night. Tomorrow she would leave for college, and Nathan would continue on in town with out her.

“Spank my ass Nate.” She said looking back over her left shoulder. Perspiration beading on her face, her brown hair tangled in it and stuck to her. He let a half-hearted palm drop with a smack.

“Harder.” No more looking back, just head down, teeth grinding.

Bang. This time he gave her his right palm, and with a bit more force. Feeling the burning building inside him, he grunted loud, and tried to hold off. For distraction he let his left hand fly again, then the right again alternating from holding either side of her hips, and slapping her.

“Pull…my…hair.” Trish’s voice was barely clear enough to understand now, her own orgasm approaching.

With his right hand on the small of her back, he leaned in and snatched her brown locks with his left. Nate was in another world now. They had only done it four times before anyway, but all four had been standard missionary. Tonight was new, tonight Trish had wanted to try something different, and now she was asking for things he had never thought she wanted. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his head was swimming. Orgasm the only thing his body wanted now, his head finally gave up the battle.

Nathan was hit with the most powerful feeling in his short sexual career. When his balls started to pump, he lost control of his balance, and was unaware when he leaned forward and rammed Trish into the pillow. His hand still clutching the back of her head as she hit her own climax.

Four minutes later they were both aware enough to disengage. Both were huffing for air through wide sloppy smiles. It took them the better part of ten minutes to calm, and then Trish wordlessly rose and started for her clothes. Nate gawked at her skinny form as she dressed before he gathered his words.

“What was that all about, the spanking and stuff?” He said.

“I wanted to try it out…since I’m leaving. What did you think?” She was fastening her bra now, and was already wearing her plain white panties.

“Awesome, sorry about smothering you.” Now he was sitting up in his bed and lacing his hands behind his head.

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TEARDROPS

I’ve decided to start this journal before the events that have happened become too foggy in my mind to remember clearly. I do not know for whom I tell my story; maybe for me to read in the coming years, to remind myself of who I was, where I came from, although I’m beginning to suspect I won’t care. It’s taken me an inordinate amount of effort just to start this—God knows if I’ll ever finish it.
My name is Lysette Kines, of Earth, Canadian born. As part of my undergraduate degree, which I had nearly completed, I signed up for a foreign exchange field study program to Charassa. Charassa is a sparsely inhabited planet in the Sieran system, with wide tracts of uncharted desert along the equator. Only the more temperate poles are inhabited. The rock there is rich in a dozen ores, or so I was told, and ComExCo mining held the rights. It was to Anleyville, near the north pole, that our drop ship was coasting, when the spreadwing malfunctioned during reentry.
There were a dozen of us on board, two students beside myself, the rest ComExCo employees, plus the three crew. The men from ComExCo were ogling me and the other female student pretty fiercely, and I remember feeling embarrassed and mortified. I don’t remember why—maybe it was because of the ogling, but that doesn’t make sense to me now. Anyway, the pilot and copilot did their best as we corkscrewed down toward the orange surface, trying to slow our descent. I was screaming, maybe not

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THE AMY TAKAMOTO STORY


Amy Takamoto, the pretty twenty-three year-old desk clerk at the hotel, was becoming worried about her friend Misaki Kato who had fallen ill earlier in the evening. She had become so terribly tired that the security people in the hotel had taken her to one of the guest rooms to let her lie down and sleep for a while. It had now been more than two hours since they took her to a guest room. Amy decided to go and check on Misaki to see if she was okay. One of the other staff had seen which room she was taken to and had told her the room number. It was one of the soundproof rooms on the traffic side of the hotel.

Amy used her master key to open the door and enter the room. As she stepped into the darkened room and allowed the door to close behind her, she was suddenly grabbed by the hair and her head was pulled backwards by a powerful man. She felt the stun gun in his other hand as he held it against the small of her back.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said, as he grabbed the frightened Amy by the hair.

He pushed Amy further into the room and allowed her to see the spread-eagled, naked form of Misaki, now sleeping quietly within her restraints on the bed.

“What have you done to her,” Amy asked, “is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” he told her, “I tickled her for a while and now she’s asleep. She’ll wake up in a while.”

“Now, I will allow you to choose,” he told her, “I want you to remove your clothes and lie down on the other bed. You can take them off yourself and lie down on your own, or I can use this stun gun in the small of your back to knock you out so that I can do it for you. What’s it going to be?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she told him, asking “What are you going to do to me?”

She started to remove her uniform, folding each piece carefully and placing it on a chair, while the man watched from the little hallway leading to the door, her only way out of the room.

“Your friend and I had a little fun together as I tickled various parts of her body,” he said, “and she seemed to enjoy herself. I think you and I should share a similar time. And it would be such a waste if we didn’t use the other bed.”

“Please don’t,” Amy pleaded, “I’m so ticklish!”

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I knew from the start of this plan he really hated it. That only made me want it more. It was time to open some new doors in

this relationship and see where they lead. He and I had started earlier in the day. Nothing unusual. He was tied to the bed

and had already serviced me 3 or four times, I tend to lose track and not count. I had just untied him to assume the position

for his flogging when we heard the car door slam. We were not surprised, we expected her! She on the other hand had no idea

what was in her future.

He had planned to get her to the bedroom by making her think there was something wrong with his leg, with his history, it

should work. What a fool she would feel like when all she sees are the cane marks on the back of them from earlier. He yelled

to her, no answer. He called a second time, this time a reluctant "What?" spoken as a half groan returned. He then called to

her "Come help me, I think I blew my knee out" You could hear her stir, but still get in no hurry.

She walked in the room, looked around suspiciously, he rushed her and put the pillow case over her head. "What the hell is

going on? Stop fooling around" she said. She wasnt taking him seriously. He wrapped her hands behind her back and quickly

handcuffed them. "Will, this is a bad joke, it aint funny" She said louder. "Would you SHUT UP you little slut" I said

loudly, but not quite yelling as I stuffed part of the pillow case in her mouth to form a gag. "There, at least that way I

dont have to hear her". You could tell by her body language she was confused and a little frightened. "Tie her up tight, we

don't want the little bitch to get away." She started to struggle and I could see in your eyes that you were taking no

pleasure in this, but you knew better than to disobey me. Her ankles were tied and she was shoved onto the bed. I was

wearing my Black Mini Skirt and one of your White button up Shirts, not buttoned, but tied in a knot just below my breast.

Black Silk stocking and black high heeled shoes. You could never say no to me, especially when I

was dressed like this.

"Get her clothes off and take the pillow case off, but shove her panties in her mouth. I Don't feel like hearing her bitch

and whine. You have to listen to it, but I don't." You are carefully taking her clothes off, when I walk up with scissors

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THE FAMILY SLAVE

Chapter I

It was a bright Saturday morning. Lisa had just gotten out of bed and was getting ready to take a shower before heading down stairs. It was the 1st day of summer and Lisa had just graduated High School. She had turned 18 several weeks before and was not only looking forward to college, but was getting ready to take her senior trip to Canada. Lisa was redheaded and very fair skinned, so her and her 3 best friends decided to go to Canada instead, so Lisa would not have to worry about getting sunburned. She walked to her bathroom and disrobed, looking at her naked body in the full length mirror. “God I love my body” Lisa said in a low voice, talking to herself. Lisa was very pretty by anyone’s standards. She was 5’ 6 inches tall and weighed no more than 105 lbs. As she turned side ways, she took notice of how long her bright red hair had gotten. It was now down to the top of her Butt cheeks, curly and full of body. She loved the way her red hair looked. She had always gotten compliments on how her hair was long, thick, and beautiful. She also loved her breast and ass. She knew her breasts were huge, but being only 105 lbs, she also knew they looked even bigger. They did hang slightly, but were not saggy. She played with her nipples and got them erect immediately. She liked the way her nipples stood out: a good inch and a half when rubbed. Her smooth legs blended well into her ass. Her ass was plump, but not wide. It complimented her breasts perfectly, sticking out just as far behind her, as her breasts did in front of her. Her favorite part of her body was her pussy. She loved not only her big lips and clit, but the fiery red hair that surrounded it. She was not like most girls her age that shaved down there. She loved the color of her hair, on top of her head and on the bottom. She made sure it stayed hairy right below her under garments, all the way between the crack of her ass. The few boys that she had been with definitely did not complain. She even liked pulling it. For some reason it gave her a sensation in her belly. “Well,” she thought, “might as well get my shower in and start this day out!” Lisa jumped in the shower and proceeded to begin the day, just like any other Saturday. Once Lisa got dressed (which on Saturdays was her usual sweat pants and tee shirt), she trotted down the stairs looking forward to breakfast and coffee with her mom, dad, and brother. Unfortunately for her, breakfast was not on the agenda. When she made it down stairs, her parents and brother were sitting in the living room, facing an empty chair, looking very serious and disturbed. “What’s going on?” Lisa said as she rounded the corner, “is everything OK?” By the look of her parents face, Lisa was worried that a family member may have been hurt or in trouble. “Lisa,” her mom said, “sit down in the chair, we need to talk with you.” Lisa had never seen or heard her mom so serious. “Did I do something?” Lisa was starting to get kind of worried now. She started thinking if she had done anything recently that she was trying to hide, that maybe now was found out. As she thought, nothing came to her mind. “Lisa, just sit down, we need to talk about your future.” Her dad spoke, not cracking a smile. She did not understand what he was talking about, but she could tell by the evil smile her 19 year old brother Kyle had on his face, that she was about to be educated. Her mom was sitting in the middle of the couch, facing the chair that Lisa was sitting in. Her dad was to her left and her brother to her right. Before Lisa could ask again what was going on, her mother pulled out a book that looked very familiar to Lisa.

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Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe it when the ad was actually answered.
Then again, I couldn’t believe it when my girlfriend first suggested the ad. We were both exhausted from a bondage session - I was on the bottom this time - and we were about to fall asleep in each other’s arms. “Mark, are you still awake?” she said to me, stroking her blond hair.
“What’s up, Diana?” I asked.
“Do you know how you used to say how exciting it would be to have someone else join us?”
“Well, yeah.”
“I was thinking.maybe we should get somebody.”
I was shocked. She was an animal in bed, but I seriously didn’t expect that. And most of our friends were completely vanilla, so I didn’t know how we could possibly find somebody.
“Like who?” I asked.
“What if we posted a personal ad online? There are lots of BDSM personals sites.”
I was hesitant at first, but the idea of having two women under my power - or controlling me - was too much to bear. Diana and I found a site and we posted this ad:

Male and Female college students - 20 and 19 respectively - seeking female for scenes of multiple orientation and interest. We do not want an emotional relationship, but a long lasting contact which will enable us to play out all possible arrangements: Male dominating both females, 1 female dominating male and other female, Male and female dominating other female, both females dominating male, etc. Must have wide range of interests, including roleplay, exhibitionism/voyeurism, etc. Disease and drug free.

Neither of us really anticipated a response. We thought we’d get on with our lives and just sort of forget about this thing, and let it live as a fantasy. Imagine our surprise when the next day, a girl from our own university responded.
We invited this girl to meet us at our apartment. Her name was Alicia. She was a beautiful black woman - tall, long dark hair, very large breasts. It was perfect, I thought - she contrasted my girlfriend’s blonde hair and blue eyes. Though I couldn’t seem to decide whose tits were perkier. Diana’s were clearly larger, but Alicia’s stood at attention, which amazed me because she the first thing she said to us was:
“I came without a bra or panties so we can get right down to it.” That surprised us a bit. Diana and I were a little nervous, not quite ready to rush into it. We examined her a bit - tight denim shorts, a black tee-shirt, and the sexiest knee-high spike heel boots I’d ever seen.
“So you’ve been into BDSM before?” Diana asked.
Alicia’s response was to open the backpack she had been carrying. We had assumed she had books in there, but in reality, it was a white leash and collar - better against her dark skin - a riding crop, a ball gag, and a few other toys.
“Well, do you want me?” she asked. How could we resist? A gorgeous woman wanted to play bondage games with us, and one who really knew what she was doing.
“Hell yes!” I said. Diana was already licking her lips. She was clearly just as turned

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The Last Night

Filing into the large room I am greeted by familiar and smiling faces. Hands shoot forth to shake mine while others wrap around me to pull me to them in a warm embrace. Uncomfortably, I return each handshake or hug with one of my own. I don’t want to be here. But you would want me here, wouldn’t you? We would both be here if you could have managed to come.

Questioning gazes fall on my person. I know their thoughts, many too afraid to ask. They all want to know where you are. “Where is Stephaney?” they all want to ask. I can feel it.

Should I tell them? They can't know about us...how much in love we were. No one can. It was our moment. Many of them think they know about us. We were the talk of our high school, after all. Everyone wanted to know if we were “doing it” or if we had “gone all the way”. They couldn’t understand our love, though. They could never understand that we were saving ourselves – our moment - for that special day, not wanting our first time to be in a car or a seedy motel room. We wanted it to be special.

I wonder if they still wonder if we ever “went all the way”. Do they still wonder about our first time? Could they understand why we waited until after graduation, for a time when we could be together without fear of interruption or hurried tackiness? I doubt it. They were all in a hurry to lose their virginity while we were in a hurry to spend our lives and love with each other. Yes, we “did it”. But we waited for the right time and place.

It was a hot summer night when we first made love. I remember shivering despite our sweat - or maybe because of it. I was clumsy, scared. I fumbled with the small buttons on your blouse, snapping one off in my slowed haste. You laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, easing my nerves. I laughed too. A sudden confidence took me by surprise and I ripped your blouse open, scattering buttons to "tick, tick, tick" on the hardwood floor. You pulled me against you, embracing me and filling my mouth with words of your love.

I was hard, my cock waiting for the inevitable. Still, I was scared, shivering against your warm and goose bump covered body. I knew you were scared too. How could you not be scared? But we were in love and we were together. That was all that mattered.

I undressed slowly as I could, my still buttoned shirt cuffs getting caught on my wrists. You caught my wrist as I flailed about, attempting to free myself from the bedeviled shirt. Slowly, you slid your tiny fingers between the fabric and pulled, sending the offending buttons aloft. We laughed at the "tick, tick, tick" of the buttons as they scattered across the floor. We listened to the last button, as it rolled across the floor, settling, finally, into it’s final rotations before coming to rest.

Finally, we were both naked. I was on top of you, my cock ready and wanting. Your legs spread slightly, allowing me to progress. "I'm sorry", I whispered, still fumbling to gain entrance to your secrets.

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He holds her shoulders down against the bed as He climbs atop of her. As her mind races to try to figure out what will happen His hand finds her cheek with great force knocking the wind out of her, her eyes quickly fill with tears as He asks "Why does My slave have clothes on?". There is no time to answer as He pulls off her denim jeans that she wore in hopes He would like the way they make her ass look. He reaches for the night stand and grabs His pocket knife, He always seems to have it near. she holds her breath as He runs the tip over the delicate flesh of her neck a single tear falls from her eye . In His hands he holds the collar of her blouse, with one solid movement he cuts it open to reveal her chest He then grabs the center of her bra with the same type of motion it to has been cut from her. He basically shoves her from her back to her stomach tells her she knows how she should be in front of Him. she quickly raises her ass in the air and spreads her arms out against the bed her cheek pressed firmly against the bedding as He with out any warning shoves two fingers deep into her ass. she lurches forward trying to escape the pain as He grabs her hair and pulls her back to where she should be. He continues to force His way deeper into her ass as she cries out in pain. He says " A slut doesn't have the right to complain shut up you whore.'" she tries to muffle her cries into the pillow just as she thinks she is able to handle it she feels it tear against her back she isn't sure what it is but she knows with out question it hurt and hurt bad. Just then she hears the clank of the buckle as Master's belt finding its way down onto her back again she grasps at the bedding her knuckles are white as she tries to hold it in , she can't hold it in any longer and it escapes her screams out. The second she does so His belt crashes down again atop her back she can feel the pain sore through her body. His hand grabs her hair until her head is as far back as it can possibly go He says to her " I thought I told you to shut up." her eyes close to escape the look of disappointment in His eyes. At that moment he rams the rest of His fist deep inside her ass she begs Him to stop " please Master, PLEASE i can't take any more. " With those words barely out of her mouth He then rips His hand out and looks at her and says " Fine I will stop". With that He gets up off the beds and leaves the room. her mind is soaring knowing that she didn't really want Him to stop she curls into a ball and softly cries to her self cursing herself for asking Him to stop. Not even a minute goes by when she hears Him cry out from the next room " Get off that bed stop crying and lay on the floor the way you have been taught to do." she wished there were times when He didn't know her so well as she quietly slips off the bed onto the floor she feel the coolness of the hard wood against the softness of her belly she slowly stretches her arms out the her sides as her legs spread out as well. her cheek is pressed firmly to the floor as the coolness of the air teases the wetness between her legs. her back is throbbing her hair a mess. she hears the familiar sound of His chair reclining in the den. she wonders to her self how long He will make her lay there. in her mind she goes over the memories they share together. The day He took her as His own , the branding, she thinks how that moment felt as she was down in her stomach just like the way she is laying no as she thinks back her eyes close. she remembers Him out on the deck surrounded by His friends , her memories relax her to the point she softly falls asleep. she wakes to find her self still on the floor she moves to get up and realizing she is unable to . her wrists and ankles have been bound as she struggles against them she sees it.

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THE LUCY DEGARA STORY



Lucy Degara was a very pretty 23-years old Filipina nanny in the busy metropolis of Hong Kong. She was quite a small girl standing only 5 ft. 1 in. in height and weighing about 110 lbs. She had long black hair, deep brown eyes, a nice little figure, pretty legs and small, pretty feet. Like so many of the Filipinas in Hong Kong, she was a lovely young woman with an outgoing personality and many friends, mostly among her the other nannies, her compatriots.

She had met Master Koto once or twice when he was at the Hong Kong home of her employer, Samuel Kee, to discuss business with him. He always seemed to be a kind and friendly man with a few nice little things to say to her. Lucy knew that he was from Japan, and that he used a Japanese name, but he was not Japanese. That was simply his adopted country.

On one occasion, she had run into Master Koto at the San Francisco Bar in Wanchai, which is, along with the Mermaid Bar nearby, a favorite hangout among the Filipina amahs (nannies) in Hong Kong. She had been nicely dressed on that occasion with a light brown sweater, a short beige skirt, stockings and pumps. She went up to him to say hello, as he was seated with several men who appeared Japanese, leaning against his left shoulder with her soft tummy. Master Koto absolutely adored the little round soft tummy that some girls had, while others had flatter abs. He was quite preoccupied that evening, though, and, although he sent over some drinks for Lucy and her friends, he did not talk to her again that night.

She had met Master Koto again at a Filipino community party in Aberdeen on the far side of Hong Kong island, the once quaint fishing port that had become the home town of my Hong Kong professionals. Although he danced with her a number of times, and even kissed her on top of the head as is his habit when he meets and hugs or dances with a smaller woman like her, he was quite taken with her friend and fellow amah, Linda Santos, a pretty 24-year old who was a little taller than her.

Several days after the party, Master Koto had sent flowers and chocolates to the home where Linda was employed. He meant it as a kind and friendly gesture. But Linda, knowing that he had a wife since he was married in America at that time, telephoned his wife in America and told her that her husband had been carousing in Hong Kong, that he had danced the whole evening with her and her friends, that he had sent her flowers and chocolates, and that he was seriously coming onto her. She did like the flowers, though, and the chocolates were delicious.

A few months later, Master Koto was again in Hong Kong and he intended to punish Linda severely for betraying him and his intentions as she had done. By this time, though, Linda had left her employer and was nowhere to be found. That was unacceptable and disappointing to him as he had already rented one of the soundproof

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THE MISAKI KATO STORY



Master Koto and his very good friend and mentor Master Yamato were seated in the dining room of the hotel overlooking the lobby having dinner. As the time passed, the older Master Yamato noticed that his friend was constantly looking down into the lobby.

“What are you looking at, Koto-san?” the older man inquired, “What is it that has your attention?”

“That young woman down there,” he said, “at the information desk. She’s very pretty. I’ve been watching her as she runs around down there doing her little errands in the lobby and talking with the other staff.”

The object of their attention was twenty-two year-old Misaki Kato, a hotel clerk who usually worked at the information desk in the lobby. She was about 5 ft 3 in tall, pretty with long black hair, nicely figured, always smiling and laughing, and energetic to a fault. Master Koto had particularly taken note of her very shapely legs and feet as she moved about the lobby.

“You’re quite right,” he said, “she is pretty.”

“We have completed our business here,” explained Master Koto, “and we’re not leaving until later in the day tomorrow. I want to tickle the piss out of her tonight. There has to be a way I can get her. I’ll talk to the manager.”

“Leave it with me,” said the elder Yamato, “I know the head of security in this hotel quite well and I can get him to help you. She’ll be in yours by eight o’clock.”

Master Yamato left after dinner to talk to his friend in the security office, while Master Koto ordered a glass of cognac and continued to watch the hotel clerk from his table on the mezzanine above the lobby.

“It’s all arranged,” the elder Yamato said as he returned to the table, “she is going to be drugged when she takes a drink and she will be taken up to one of the hotel rooms to recover. Here is the key to the room they’ll take her to. They said that the room is very nearly soundproof and the rooms on both sides of it are empty.

“Excellent, my friend,” Master Koto replied, “I will give her an evening of great laughter. Would you like to join me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, “I really need to get some sleep tonight and there is one program on television that I very much want to see.”

“Thankyou, Yamato-san” Master Koto replied, “Have a good night.”

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The Pets Punishment

For it was a dreary evening, not much one would want to do but to lie in bed and just snuggle up under the covers. Listening to the radio with careless whispers playing on the station. All the while enjoying the serenity my mind was drifting in as the song plays to my soul. As I hear two sets of foot prints approaching down the hall realizing they stopped at my master’s room. Knowing one is my master’s but the other sounds of a female. As my mind stirs, the door opens. Master throwing another girl at me. “You are going to help me tonight my pet. This one just disappointed me to a degree that I believe she is not worth my punishment. I think she only deserves my pets to punish her. She is yours but I will sit and watch. For if you do not punish her you will be punished yourself.” As he goes to sit in the chair in the corner.
My mind starting to reel from the thought of this situation. I have so longed desired this moment only dreaming of being a female Dom, but now it is real. I get to be the mistress of the night to one of my master’s pets. As my mind races on where to start.
I grab her by her hair forcing her up against the post of the bed. “So you disobey the Master! My, what a shame. Only to be humiliated by his pet. I will make it a night you will soon not to forget! I will not speak to you, for you either move as my hands tell you too or you will face more punishment. I will not enjoy this but I will not be punished for your insubordination.” as I turn to start collecting what my mind conjures up for her. Grabbing the cuffs, I spin her around bringing each of her arms around the bedpost, kicking her legs apart so to see her ass better. I begin caressing her ass to warm her up for her lashes. Grabbing a riding crop, I lightly tease each cheek with a soft blow but finding it not in the best of interest for me to use on such beautiful flesh. I then decided to grab the belt. It has a nice thickness and runs an inch and a half long in width. My hand sends it thru the air for it to land hard on her bare flesh leaving a nice pink mark. I know she is not to be spared as I strike again. Blow after blow until her eyes weld the tears as the marks achieve a beautiful burning red on her ass. Burning hot to the touch as I grab her ass cheek and squeeze feeling the welts under my hand as I caress her bottom.
I un cuff her grabbing her by the hair forcing her down onto the bed lying on her stomach as I grab for the paddle now to sting her ass once more with more blows to such a red fanny. How beautiful it was and knew that she will be squirming for a while if she should have to sit on her ass. As her tears flowed steady, I could see the wetness dripping from her wet cunt from such a punishment. However, I still had more in store for her I was not finished. For I was going to make her remember her place for the master next time.
Grabbing her up I cuffed her hands behind her back forcing her to kneel in front of master. Master smiling at me curious but was enjoying the site from earlier. I look at master and he nods knowing what my eyes were saying as I bent down and unbuckled his pants so that his cock would stand out.
Grabbing a rope, I tied her beasts up so the nipples would swell and harden as they turn color. Placing clamps on each nipple as I pull and tease them to erectness. The clamps close as her breath gasps and the tears roll again from the biting clamps pulling on the chain between the two I placed one small but yet effective weight. Making the weight sway between her breasts. She was my toy and a delight she was. Grabbing her hair, I forced her mouth down on master’s cock being sure it was deep within her throat sucking

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CHAPTER 1



Nikki, Inga, and Carol had worked for the agency as intelligence interpreters for several years; we all agreed it was a monotonous job until one morning Nikki told us to look at the notice board. It advertised a vacancy for three intelligence interpreters to staff a small outpost in support of a drugs operation.
Nikki said “It would be nice if we all went together but I am going to apply anyway”. Inga and I looked at each other and I said “What have we got to lose, working here is boring me to tears lets apply”. Inga replied, “Aren't you both forgetting what the agency told us when we enlisted”? Nikki replied “We know the agency didn't like the idea of having to enlist women and if they had too the best place for us was behind a desk”. “They don’t trust us in the field and told these tales to frighten us so if I am accepted I'm off”. Inga and I looked at each other and I said, “That makes sense let’s all apply”.
We were interviewed together and reminded that if we were captured we would be treated as spies and they knew from previous experiences when women were interrogated they would experience worse treatment than men. While we were fresh and undamaged we would be stripped and raped many times before being subjected to humiliation and pain. What happened next would depend on who caught us but being young white girls we would most likely be sold as slaves. With this warning were we still prepared to accept the possibilities? Asking how likely this was we were told it was possible but since government soldiers were in the area the risk was low so we accepted.
Our base was in two parts; one held the equipment, the other our work desks and living quarters. It was just as boring as the work we were doing home, with little home comforts wished we had not left. For three weeks we sat in our hut sorting the information brought to us by the soldiers and field agents, then radioing the good stuff back home. One morning we heard gunfire and started to worry, nothing happened until two days later when there was more intense gunfire, heavier and closer, some of it hitting our equipment room. It went quiet, Nikki went next door to check for damage, our door burst open, but before I could turn I felt what I knew to be a gun at my neck.
Two voices shouted, “Hands on head and stand up”. As I stood I saw Inga also had a man behind her and feeling a hand at my waist it reached my chest both men said these are women let’s have some fun with them. Now they knew we had no weapons we were told to keep our hands on our heads and turn around. They both wore uniforms but I didn't think they were soldiers. As they came toward us I knew there was nothing gained by fighting them off and accepted the possibility of being raped. At that moment we heard Nikki cry out “Please don’t” then she screamed and the two men pushed us into the equipment room. We saw Nikki in a heap on the floor her hands on her head with two more men standing over her. Like our two men they also were wearing uniforms and carried automatic guns but not like those of soldiers.
They spoke with American accents and telling the first two men to go they told Nikki to stand up. I saw she had a cut on her face and her eye was closing up, then finding a cupboard with enough room they pushed the three of us inside. It was very quiet so we tried the door but they had fastened it somehow. As Inga asked what we thought would happen Nikki said, “These people must be part of the drug suppliers”. “What they do to us will depend on who they are”, “If they are just thugs they will rape us, tie us up then tell the others where we are”. “f they are more intelligent they will take us to their base to find out what we are doing and what we know”. “One thing I do know, after me kicking that little bastard he is going to rape me before doing anything else to us”. How right she was, it wasn’t long before the two men who had punched Nikki let us out, tied the wrists of Inga and me and told us to sit on the floor to watch the show. One of the men held Nikki’s hands behind her back, the shorter man punched her in the stomach, and the other then punched her in the back. She fell gasping to the floor then the short man kicked her and said “Stand up bitch and drop your skirt”

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Story


i am a student at a local college in Baltimore Maryland. my family is quite large, with a total of total of 7 children of which i am the middle child. i have always been extremely sexual and extremely attractive. i had sex for the first time at the age of 13, and have had many women since. i am of average height, a dark coloration, and am extremely athletic and build. A very satisfying body for satisfying carnal pleasures. Suffice it to say, things had gotten a little boring. Quite by chance i stumbled across the world of bdsm. i knew immediately that such a practice would revitalize my sex life. i became very intrigued by the thought of being a slave, of giving up control of my self to another. i devoured the works of George Pichard, and discovered i am more than a little masochistic by getting a hardon more strong than any i have ever had. i wanted to be put in that position, totally and completely dehumanized. i wanted to be denied clothing, food, and comfort, and subjected to torments and suffering at the whim of someone else. i began to search for someone on various websites who could possibly provide such in my free time. i was never able to find one who was willing to treat me hard enough. Finally, one evening, as i was checking my e-mail, i finally found what i was looking for. The message was from Master X. It read as follows: “slave, I am serious and can and will provide you with what you want. Under my care, you will be kept nude and chained at all times, denied orgasm, abused, humiliated, deprived, dehumanized, and otherwise suffer my whims. If you are serious, contact me.” i immediately contacted Master X to assure him i was serious. i had a summer vacation coming up, and offered to give myself to him totally for that time. i would tell my family i was going on a hiking trip across Mongolia, which i had in fact been planning, and so would be out of reach. Not much of a worry for them. 7 kids are a handful. Master X gave me very clear instructions. i was to take a cab to a local beach, wearing nothing but a blue bathing suit and carrying no more money than the fare. Upon arrival, i would go to the patch of sand right next to the dumpsters, and kneel. i would be picked up from there. Finally the day arrived. i followed Master X’s instructions to the letter. Wearing nothing but the blue bathing suit, i took a cab to the appointed beach, and near the dumpstars, i kneeled in the dirt and waited. After about 15 minutes of staring intently at every passerby, and receiving some odd looks myself, a young woman began coming my way. She was wearing only a pink bikini, and was strickingly beautiful. Blond hairr, soft cherry lips, coupled with a lithe and full breasted body. Around her neck was what looked like a silver choker. Coming straight up to my kneeling form, she spoke in a loud voice “slave! i am slave veronica, Master X’s other slave. i am here to take you to the Master. Stay quite and follow me!” With that, she turned, and began to walk the other way. I jumped up to follow. We passed through the parking lot, which had me yelping with pain at the contact of burning concrete to my barefeet. veronica, also barefoot, seemed unfazed. i also noticed certain bumps and welts all over her body, signs no doubt of whipping. We passed through the parking lot, and entered the wooded park next to it. After about 10 minutes we arrived at a deserted clearing, with a van parked. Attached to the van was a smaller trailer like object, kind of like a uhaul toaway, but painted black. Pulling open the door of the van, veronica drew out a black duffle back and realeased its contents onto the ground. A variety of restraints and torture devices fell out. “Strip slave.,” veronica shouted. i did as i was told. she picked my trunks, and

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Kneel, Nadu head high, eyes down, knees spread wide, hands on thighs.
Bracelets: Placing hands behind the back ready to be bound
Crawl: On all fours, palms to elbows are flat on floor, ass in the air.
Table: On fours, back smooth and level.
Karta or Slaver’s Kiss: Knees wide, breasts and forehead against the floor, arms.
SULA-Ki or Slut: On back, legs are spread wide open, hips up off the floor.


She wasn’t going to be late this time, so she decided to go early and go shopping at the nearby mall, before her next appointment. That way, she wouldn’t get caught by the train. As time approached, she removed her under things in one of the changing booths. After all she couldn’t go shopping without being dressed properly.
She arrived on time and rang the bell. When the door opened, to her relief, he motioned her inside. She removed her dress and he hung it in the closet. He walked around her twice.
“Nadu” he called out. She immediately dropped into the position, then the others as he fired them at her one after another. He did make her hold the Karta and Sula-Ki positions for two minute each time they were issued. Each time, the exposure of the position, increase her arousal. Throughout this she heard small moans. These apartments must have really thin walls, she thought with some concern.
Finally, he ordered her to the crawl position, and then turned and headed for the living room. She followed, ass high, and head down.
She was fully into the room before he stepped aside and with a couple of more ‘steps’ she lifted her head. And gasped, blushed, and looked for a place to hide.
There was another man sitting in the Trainer’s chair. And a much younger woman sat spread on the couch, masturbating.
She turned to stare in panic at the Trainer. He merely turned is eyes to the man in his chair and nodded. She turned too.
“Sula-Ki!”
It didn’t come from her Trainer. IT CAME FROM THE MAN. Nooooooo. She turned to the Trainer again, but he was looking at the man. She silently begged for him to turn. It didn’t happen.
“SULA-KI !!”
Her head snapped around at the repeated command. Oh god. She couldn’t, wouldn’t. Never. But she knew she had no choice. She had agreed to this. How could she ever have done that. But as she took the first crawling steps to the place before the man, she realized she was growing wet.
With each movement of her arms and legs, her blush deepened, and her sex moistened. By the time she was in position, spread rudely before him, her face burned and her sex oozed.
“Masturbate, slut.” The voice again. Without thought her hands reached for her cunt. Moans filled the room for long minutes. Stereo sluts in need. Then the orgasms started. Not simultaneous, but one bringing on the other. Both fell back consumed by the experience.

“Nadu.”

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Training the Intern
By dataBurst

Jim looked over at his office clock and saw that it was already almost 5pm. By now, most of his co-workers would have slipped out early. It was not the busy season at the publishing company at which he worked, and people took advantage of the lull where they could.

There was a knock on the doorway of his open door. "I'm leaving now, Jim." It was Maureen, Jim's boss with whom he had a positive but fairly limited relationship. Maureen, who was a few years older than Jim, had worked hard to move up in the company. "Have a nice weekend. And please stop by and see Sheila on your way out. She says she has something to ask you about."

"Sure, Maureen. Have a nice weekend," Jim said, waving as Maureen headed out.

He slowly picked up his sport jacket from the back of his office chair and began to gather his things to pack in his briefcase before heading home for the weekend. Since his divorce, he was a little less hurried when it came to getting home for the weekend. He had only the empty apartment to get back to, with only take out food and a rented movie to keep him company.

Before he could get out of his office, Sheila popped her head in through the door, smiling, and asked whether he could stop by her desk to help her with something. Jim, always a gentle and well-liked member of the staff returned the friendly smile and said he'd be glad to and would be along in just a moment, not mentioning that he'd already been asked. He finished packing up before turning off his own office lights and, when he saw that the common area outside his office was already deserted, shut the lights there as well before walking down the hall to Sheila's desk in the sales area.

Jim guessed that Sheila was in her mid-30s, several years younger than himself. She was a graceful, attractive woman with short brown hair and a million dollar smile. Jim had thought about asking her to dinner more than once, but ultimately felt it to be still a little too soon since his unpleasant divorce. As he approached her desk, he again noticed her confident smile, artful makeup and tasteful silver loop earrings. As usual, she looked great.

"Hi Jim, thanks for agreeing to come."

"Sure, always glad to help," he said, eyes adjusting to see that they were not alone. Leaning on Sheila's desk, and facing Sheila, was a very attractive young woman with dark hair and eyes and slightly dark skin. Her full lips and large eyes made her look striking, in an exotic way. She was tiny, both in height and weight. Nevertheless, he guessed she was about 19 or 20. He recognized her by sight, but didn't know her name. She was glancing downward, not meeting Jim's eyes.

"This is Malaya, Jim. She's been interning with us here in my group."

Jim smiled and nodded her way, but then noticed that she still hadn't looked up, so he said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Malaya."

Malaya looked up quickly and then back down at the floor, as if she was scared of Jim. Sheila seemed almost to be suppressing a laugh.

Looking over at Sheila again, Jim noticed for the first time that her top was unbuttoned to almost midway down her torso, showing quite a lot of skin. His eyes were fixed there, and he felt the excitement like a spark reaching his groin. He couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but assumed she was. Still, it felt like he could almost see far enough to find out. When he looked up, he saw that Sheila had caught him but rather than making any move to cover up or change angles, her confident smile turned a little more flirty.

He looked back at Malaya, only to see her stealing glances at his crotch.

"What was it that you needed?" he asked, more to Sheila than to Malaya. He noticed that his voice was cracking a bit, which caused him some mild embarrassment.

"You've always seemed like such a nice guy, Jim," Sheila said, as she stood up and took a step towards him, "and you've always been gentlemanly and considerate to me and the other ladies at this company. I felt confident that you were the right guy to discretely help Malaya and me. You see, Malaya is engaged and will be married very soon. She's a virgin and has no real experience with men. I promised to help her to get a bit so that the wedding night isn't something she fears. But you have to promise to keep this just among us."

"Oh!" Malaya gasped and covered her face with her hands, clearly embarassed.

Jim's mind was racing. He was confused and aroused at once. "I'm sorry. What is it you're asking me?"

"Take out your cock, Jim. I've noticed a nice bulge in your pants before, and it looks like you've got a dandy right now. Let us see it. Let Malaya see it and get a good look. She hasn't seen a real man's dick and it's about time she did."

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Authors Note:
I've never written a story before. It sure is fun. Let me know if you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
The physical structure is:
Day 1: Classical Physics
Day 2: Relativity
Day 3: Quantum Mechanics
Day 4: String Theory
Day 5: Unified Theory
Each day Mr. Jefferson teaches one lesson to each of his high school grades. If you are a teacher, you won't be surprised to learn his first week is the hardest.
Thanx All

Day One: Classical Physics
1. Arrival
It was brutal but worth it. 4 years of hard slogging give me the qualifications I need to teach smart boys advanced physics at the school of my choice. The only catch was that I have to spend one year teaching at some dumb girl's school, selected by my Mother, in return for the financial support she provided while I was studying in University.
I argue that this is a waste of my talents but she insists that I need to understand the world through female eyes as well as Einstein's if I ever expect to develop something novel in my chosen field. Knowing that there is no point being logical when my Mother is being illogical, I acquiesce and email a teacher application form to the "Toronto Advanced Education Academy for Females".
The reply reads "Thank you for your interest in our academy. You appear somewhat overqualified for the position but we are willing to overlook this if you guarantee, by signing the attached, that you will stay within the education facility for the full year and not attempt to communicate, with any individuals outside of the school. Failure to abide by this rule entitles us to invoke disciplinary actions in a manner of our own choosing."

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This is all I have that has not been identified ---thanks to some of the authors who resubmitted their stories and I have since published them and slimed down my list----also thanks to the couple of authors who saw their story here and contacted me so I could publish it.

If you submitted a story and it was not published and it has been a week or more and it is not in this post ---I do not have it so please resubmit---I publish new submissions within a few days of reciept of them


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Any more authors want to claim their stories?????