Episode 118 Justine becomes a sub
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Madame JustineDo not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or gewtting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on. SLUTS ‘N SLAVES FAMILY BDSM BROTHEL A painful joy for all?Harry looked at the little business card...
the Meeting (Part 2)"Come in," Michael commanded. He looked up as the door opened, pleasantly surprised to see Meredith. "Good morning, Chancellor.""It's Meredith, Michael. No need to be so formal when we aren't in front of the students." She smiled at him.He watched as she walked over to the chair in front of his desk, his eyes gazed down at her legs as she crossed them, her short skirt rode higher on those gorgeous thighs, a quick glimpse between her legs making his cock hard. "So good to see...
?Graymangazer2014-03-20 Justine pays. By Graymangazer Although this is a non consensual story, it’s not in any way cruel or heavy. It’s based on a simple idea from slave Kandi (you know who you are) and not to be taken too seriously. Please feel free to comment or email to [email protected] walked into the deserted country park, at least she hoped it was...
Michael rubbed his hand over her inflamed back, the skin already warm, turned a light pink."Now that you know what to expect, let's try a more intimate part, Justine. How about if I flog your hanging breasts?" His hands reached down to one, grabbed it in his palm, squeezed it harshly before he moved on to her nipple, pulled and yanked until it began to harden, not sure if it was pleasure or pain that brought it about, Michael had not really cared, just wanted to give himself a bigger target to...
Justine had always known she was strange. She was diminutive, only four feet six tall, but her tits had always looked too nig for her. 36D on such a small frame always made sure she got started at. She had dated. Many times. But never dated the same man more than three nights. If they wanted sex, they could have it, if they didn’t, it didn’t matter to her. She never got anything from it anyway. Her only orgasms had come at her own hands. She even let men arse fuck her, as that was supposed to...
It was a leather wrist cuff. He showed her the cuff by reaching around from behind her and handed it to her and asked her to put it on. She took it from him and the small lock he handed to her, as well, and placed the cuff on her wrist and latched it. She then put the lock in the latch, after making sure that the cuff was snug and closed the locking mechanism. He handed her another cuff and lock and motioned for her to put it on and lock that in place as well, which she did willingly. With the...
BDSMJUSTINE: Hart ist der Westen...Nur f?r Leser ab 18 [email protected] 1L?ssig und geschmeidig glitt sie vom Pferd und band den Braunen drau?en vor dem Saloon an einen Holzpflock vor dem gro?en Trog. Deutlich h?rte sie das Stimmengewirr und raue Lachen der M?nner. Sie r?ckte den schwarzen Hut zurecht und schritt durch die doppelfl?gige T?r und sofort verstummten die Ger?usche. Langsam schritt sie zum Tresen und ca. 50 Augenpaare verfolgten sie dabei. Justine kannte ihre Wirkung und sie gab...
JUSTINE: Hart ist der Westen...Nur f?r Leser ab 18 [email protected] 1L?ssig und geschmeidig glitt sie vom Pferd und band den Braunen drau?en vor dem Saloon an einen Holzpflock vor dem gro?en Trog. Deutlich h?rte sie das Stimmengewirr und raue Lachen der M?nner. Sie r?ckte den schwarzen Hut zurecht und schritt durch die doppelfl?gige T?r und sofort verstummten die Ger?usche. Langsam schritt sie zum Tresen und ca. 50 Augenpaare verfolgten sie dabei. Justine kannte ihre Wirkung und sie gab...
The Maid walked to the door of the flat to open the front door. The Maid remembered to curtsey as she slowly opened the door. Her eyes were still downcast on the floor when she suddenly heard, “Oh my God, is that you Justin?”Suddenly the Maid looked up to see Mother and Nanny standing at the door. “Oh my God, Sophie has done a wonderful job,” said Mother looking up and down at her sissified son in his French maid uniform. “That is not what I expected.”“Don’t you look precious in your white...
IncestThe next few days were bliss. Justine rushed home from college each day to be transformed into Aunty Sophie’s niece as she tried on all the outfits they had chosen at the shops. Justine, with a bit of makeup and the right clothes had become a beautiful young woman. She learnt the power of a peeping lacy slip could make men weak at the knees. Sophie also lent Justine some more lingerie until she was able to build up her own collection. Perhaps they would make another trip to M&S at the end...
IncestIdentical Opposites, Dejevu By: Malissa Madison The phone in the main room of the Penthouse suite of the Hyatt Regency rang three times before Maddie Grey picked up. "Yes, who's calling please?" she asked instead of saying hello. "Maddie? It's David." He waited for recognition. "Oh good morning Director. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "You've seen the news lately? That terrible business out in Oak Hills?" "Old Case, Yes Michelle has a few theories about that,"...
Justine, upon seeing the One she had come to know, before her and in person, felt shivers up her spine that made her shake inside. Yet, she was under enough control to not show this to Him. Yet. She gave Him one of her patent, but nervous smiles and saw the gleam in his eyes as he gazed at her. This comforted her greatly and when He invited her into His home she knew that this was where she wanted to be. Justine had finally arrived in the US, landing at San Francisco International Airport, very...
BDSMFor Justin it had all started with a purple pair of knickers, Nanny’s large purple French knickers to be precise. Justin, eighteen, had been caught spying on Nanny as she got dressed in her lingerie and stockings. Nanny reached under her white half-slip and pulled down her purple French knickers and made Justin put them on. She then made him rub his stiff cock, through the French knickers, all over her slip and stockings. It was inevitable that he came all over the silky nylon panties and...
IncestHi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
Good morning, this is your 9 o'clock morning call. I sit at a desk in front of a large mess of papers. I dial. Typical, I wonder what the change is this time? At last I connect on the phone, -the appointment is 10.45am, not what I thought I had agreed - indeed I would take money on it that 9.45am was what we had discussed. No doubt, once again, my fears, my timidity at the effrontery of even making a call had contributed to my own lack of concentration on such an elementary matter. Oh...
It was hard work, out at night in the stupid little French van with radio equipment listening for their little radios, listening for their incredibly noisy and ugly aircraft landing and dropping “Agents” who you could spot a kilometer away. Just occasionally life had compensations. Justine was just such a compensation. She was a pretty young thing, dark hair, slim. About eighteen, eighteen years three months and two days to be precise. She was not very good at being a resistance...
The world was a shitty place. Not only was my sister on my case in the worst way, but I had a headache like someone had been testing nuclear weapons in my head, courtesy of a monumental hangover. The way Alice was going on at me it was hard to figure out which was worse. “You insulted my friend,” my sister Alice was saying for the hundredth time, loud and angry. “You were pissed and you insulted her. You embarrassed me you cretin. Look at you… you can barely open your eyes you were so pissed...
Straight SexPaxlyn Domain had laws against murder. I faced trial for killing a man. "Don't worry about it," Mother Regina told me. "The Vix want to give you a medal. You were under severe restraint at the time, and there are other extenuating circumstances." "Mother Regina," Fawn reminded, "today is Justine's house call appointment. Council did approve Nolan accompanying Justine's doctors today. I'll be there with today's lessons." Fawn was more than my big sister—and my tutor. The former...
Als Justine halb ohnmächtig in den Knien einknickt, nimmt der finstere Piratenkapitän sie auf die Arme und trägt seine Beute unter dem Johlen der versammelten Mannschaft in seine Kabine. Dort legt er sie auf sein Bett. Wahnsinnig vor Verlangen sieht Justine zu, wie er sich auszieht. Dann beugt er sich über sie. Sein Schwanz ist dunkel, wie von der ewigen Sonne gebeizt. Unnatürlich dick und lang schiebt sich das mächtige, steife Ding gegen ihren Mund, zwängt ihr die Lippen auseinander. Willig...
A 19-year-old enjoys the talents of her new Android.This is one of my pre-existing characters, Sophie, a nineteen year old. I had this idea for her, so I thought I would cross her over into a Sci-Fi for a short interludeMy Thanks go out to Darksage, my excellent editor for this story.--The year, 2100, was a beautiful place and time to exist. Pollution was non existent, the threat of Global Warming turned out to be a myth, violence and crime were both nearly extinct. Fossil fuel was obsolete,...
SupernaturalWho is that girl? Kirsty thought as she looked across thecollege bar she regularly frequented, sipping her bacardi and coke. Intrigued she stared long and hard as the pretty brunette strutted towards the dance floor, her short, purple dress hugging her petite frame perfectly. Now Kirsty knew she wasn’t doing too badly in the looks department herself. She liked to keep in shape and the C-cup breasts that capped off her well sculpted figure meant the eighteen year old student was never short of...
Who is that girl? Kirsty thought as she looked across thecollege bar she regularly frequented, sipping her bacardi and coke. Intrigued she stared long and hard as the pretty brunette strutted towards the dance floor, her short, purple dress hugging her petite frame perfectly. Now Kirsty knew she wasn’t doing too badly in the looks department herself. She liked to keep in shape and the C-cup breasts that capped off her well sculpted figure meant the eighteen year old student was never short of...
LesbianChapter 1 Sophie turned over in bed, brushing her long blonde hair away from her eyes so as to take a look at her companion from the night before. This didn’t have the desired effect, her lover from the previous night had vanished without so much as a goodbye. Of course he had, it had been the same for a while now. I mean, who would want to wake up to realise they had spent the night with a very, very, pregnant woman. This was the third guy this month that had ran off, not to mention the first...
Chapter 1Sophie turned over in bed, brushing her long blonde hair away from her eyes so as to take a look at her companion from the night before. This didn’t have the desired effect; her lover from the previous night had vanished without so much as a goodbye. Of course he had, it had been the same for a while now. I mean, who would want to wake up to realise they had spent the night with a very, very, pregnant woman. This was the third guy this month that had ran off, not to mention the first...
Sophie's submission They arrived at the small but selecthotel on Friday morning. If you happened to glance in their direction youreyes would immediately be drawn to the young woman. Even though she was bundledup to combat the cold her style was very evident. Her dark blonde hair, sun-streaked withlighter blonde, that spilled out from her woollen hat was shiny and straight.She wore little make-up and what she did was skilfully applied. The nip inthe air outside had added natural roses to her...
1 I discovered this place three years ago, an abandoned road that was currently used by local farmers and me with a parking area and nature path just eighteen miles from the town. A wonderful piece of wild nature with a possibility to walk a well arranged path, one and a half miles to the bridge over the stream, two hundred yards and another bridge back and again one mile through the woods back to where I had parked the car. And the most important part of it...there were no people. ...
Le monde de Sophie.Chapitre 1 : Contrari?t? et petits bonheursPutain de projet ! Tout le monde est en retard, pas moyen de faire respecter un d?lai ? quiconque dans cette soci?t? et ?videmment sur qui celava retomber ? Et bien ce sera sur moi ! Pourtant ce n'est pas faute d'avoir pr?venu et r?p?t? qu'il y avait un risque ! C'est trop tendu cot?d?lai depuis le d?but ! Tendue comme moi d'ailleurs ! J'ai bien besoin de vacances ! Heureusement qu'on est vendredi !Sophie etait en train de pester interieurement tout en r...
Well it all started one Saturday, I sat in my garden enjoying the sun and my neighbours were out too.I don't make a habit of listening in on other peoples conversations but couldn't help hearing that Sandra and Sam were looking for a babysitter as they wanted to go out to celebrate 15 years of marriage.I knew that my weekend was going to be fairly slow with nothing to do so I stood up and walked to the fence. " Hi, you two ok, enjoying the sun?" I said to both of them. "Yes its...
[Undated Entry] Near Oxford, Oxfordshire THE DAY PROMISED to be hot again. Roger’s excitement and anticipation of his day with Sophie caused him to wake up early. Years later he wondered if somehow the morning promise foreordained the way the day would end. At the moment he had no idea. He was to find out Sophie was adventurous in more ways than one. The two decided to set out on their own and meet up with the others sometime in the late afternoon for tea or a light evening meal. “After...
This was Rudy’s first time at Sal’s restaurant and he idly wondered if it was always this crowded. The restaurant was set on the ground floor of the Regal Hotel so it stood to reason that many of the patrons were staying at the hotel. The crowd did serve to make it easier to stalk the old man, though. He was only a few tables away from Sagan Pharmaceutical founder and CEO, Carl Shoemacher. Rudy had checked and found that he took lunch here once a week with a few close associates. He had...
This was Rudy’s first time at Sal’s restaurant and he idly wondered if it was always this crowded. The restaurant was set on the ground floor of the Regal Hotel so it stood to reason that many of the patrons were staying at the hotel. The crowd did serve to make it easier to stalk the old man, though. He was only a few tables away from Sagan Pharmaceutical founder and CEO, Carl Shoemacher. Rudy had checked and found that he took lunch here once a week with a few close associates. He had...
Wife LoversI'm an avid vegetable gardener, spending all the warm months outdoors in the garden or the greenhouse. Owning a corner lot in the neighborhood left me with a tiny backyard but a large side yard. With this odd configuration, my garden and greenhouse were visible to every passerby. The picket fence surrounding my yard kept others at bay as I thoroughly enjoyed the solitude of my garden time.The one downside with being on a main road in the neighborhood was the constant stream of bikers and...
InterracialI first met Sophie just after her mid-course exams. She’s failed miserably, and needed my help as a tutor to improve and get the grades she needed for a place at university. But I never dreamed she’d repay my hard work the way that she did. This is a much improved version of the story posted previously to ASSM as ‘The Maths Tutor’ * * * * * I met Sophie shortly after her mid-course exams. Her parents contacted the tutoring agency. The agency then contacted me. I followed my normal routine...
During my many exploits on the African continent I witnessed a number of interracial occurrences. Those I can verify but I also heard many stories of pure black lust prior to my setting foot on that continent. Many were inconsequential but others were more intriguing. There is indeed a dark side of mankind that spreads it's tentacles throughout the world and Africa certainly has had it's share. Many countries of this continent have a very prominent history and have given much to the benefit of...
InterracialI needed a rest so was hoping that Sophie would turn up too early, Bev was staying with her friend so I had the flat to myself again, I decided to take a long cool shower to freshen up and putting on a clean pair of silky boxers I popped a pill and grabbed a beer. I have a small patio at the back of the flat which is quite secluded apart from upstairs which is currently empty so I grabbed a couple of reclining sun chairs and set myself up to catch some sun, I even text Sophie to tell her to...
The Therapist - Chapter 1: Sophie By Overtime My name is Dr Rose. I'm a psychotherapist. That means I help people, and I take great pride in what I do. I know what you're thinking, but I'm not kidding - I really do help all of my clients, just not always in the way they might want. Still, I never get any complaints. Quite the contrary. Everyone always ends up very happy with the services I provide. My private office is in central London; I rent a tasteful and very expensive...
I slept well but had this weird dream that Sophie was riding my cock, it was so damn realistic that I was feeling the sensations running through my body, I didn’t want it to end.I slowly came too and my eyes slowly opened to the sight of Sophie riding my cock very slowly, OMG it wasn’t a dream it was real, “Morning babes” she sighed very softly as I focused my eyes on her stiff little nipples and her beaming smile, her breathing was heavy as she worked on my morning wood, a great substitute for...
I haven’t always been the world’s greatest covert operative, famous glamour model, or even small-part actress with a bigger following than most superstars. Back in 1969 I was just a girl of 19, but I was already commanding men’s attention like I simply owned it from the start. Most were drawn to my ludicrous MM cup breasts (They weren’t quite done growing even then) while others liked my long legs, sculpted butt, fit physique, and then there were the older guys who just loved blonde hair and...
Quickie SexMolly: Making of a SlaveMolly was a very unfortunate young girl. Life had thrown many obstacles in her path at an early age. Attractiveness wasn’t one of her problems though, she didn’t look like a model by any means, but that’s not to say she wasn’t a beautiful young girl. She was really more cute, a cute beautiful. Molly stood 5’3? tall and had shoulder length red hair much befitting her Irish heritage. Her skin was a very light, interspersed with freckles, which only intensified her...
He took her hand as if to shake it but instead lifted it firmly but gently to his lips, planting a soft sensuous kiss on it whilst his playful blue eyes never once left hers.“The pleasure is all mine Madam”, he said, “however, should you permit me, I would love to provide you with much, much more…”“You are such a tease!” She laughed, but loved the feeling of his soft lips on her hand, his strong fingers now lightly caressing the inside of her wrist... His friend laughed and grinned at her as he...
It was late, after classes, at a point when both of us were home. I waited about an hour or so – I don’t know what for, it just felt like waiting was somehow tasteful. When I decided it was the right time, I marched up to her room and knocked tenderly on the door. I heard some shuffling and then heard Molly clear her throat. “Come in.” she called out articulately. I opened the door and walked in. At her desk sat Molly, head slightly lowered, looking off towards the floor. “Hey.” I started...
It was hard to say how long the sex had lasted. An hour? Two? Neither of us showed any signs of stopping. Both of us knew by this point that Holly was my pit stop, my stress relief, my little pet. Even so, I liked to make sure she knew her place. “Whose ass is this?” I asked, releasing her left hip just long enough to give it a stinging slap as I kept drilling her from behind. “Yours, Daddy.” she moaned, rewarded with a confirming chuckle from me and a quickening to my pace. “That’s a good...
“Yeah. This is nice.” she replied politely with a small smile. “When you live so close to a place you kind of forget to check it out and play tourist from time to time.” “Yeah! This place is really cool. There’s a neat little ice cream place here too. I saw one last time I was here with D- with Diane.” I couldn’t let it slip that I was hanging out with Daisy behind Molly’s back – even if Molly eventually bought the supergenius story, me hanging out with her sister who was twelve at the time...
Well, ‘going with Molly.’ It didn’t really count as going with her, seeing as she had no idea I was there. One side of me knew that I couldn’t reveal myself. Even with the amount of time that had passed, I couldn’t just re-inject myself back into her life. But at the same time… I had to protect her. Yes, I could protect her from myself, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other things she needed protection from too. Probably most of those things co-existed together perfectly in the atmosphere...
Lost in her thoughts, driving the four hour trip from the city, Molly turned off the exit at Junction 33, the big brown and white Forest-Service sign reading, “Entering Chattum River National Forest.” Molly remembered a prominent memory from when she’d visited when she was a girl, how she’d often wear just a light summer dress around the cabin, with nothing on underneath, the breezes blowing around her bare skin, liberating. She was in a hurry to get to the cabin after the long drive, to take...
Introduction: Molly and her 3 daughters move in next to Harry, he beds them ass He was sitting at my computer surfing the web when he heard what sounded like his backyard gate shutting, since he couldnt think of any reason any one would be in his yard he got up to take a look. There, standing by his pool were three little girls. The house next door to his had recently sold. Hed seen the family move in two days ago. There was an adult woman and three children, he didnt see any men except the...
"I didn't realize I needed a purpose." I answered her. "Don't you ever hang out with your friends after school or something?" "What friends?" she asked me with a sarcastic smile. "Nope. My best friends are my computer, my books, Khan Academy, Project Gutenberg and Duolingo." I chuckled to myself. "You know, my friends call me a stiff for working too hard." I told her, as if that fact in itself was a hilarious joke. "I need to introduce them to you sometime." "Try it...
Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominant role early on, despite being born second. "Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil. "Bite me, cunt lips," he replied. "Did you figure it out or got bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a...
I couldn’t be labeled ‘of sound mind’ from the moment Chris caught me. Once he gave me the twenty-four hour warning, I became a zombie. Before I myself knew it, I was waiting until nearly twenty of my hours were up, electing to talk to Molly the following evening. Was it the best course of action? I didn’t know. I wanted what was best for Molly, but… fuck, I couldn’t start pretending I only had her best interests at heart now. We saw each other during the day, just once or twice. Enough to...
“100%.” I respond, my voice full of confidence I didn’t know I had. “Anything to update from home?” “No, everything has been pretty normal. I have barely heard from her.” “Are you doing alright?” I asked her as a formality. “I appreciate your concern, but I think you don’t need to worry about me right now,” she answered honestly. “You need to worry about both my sister and yourself.” “I mean, that’s what I’m doing, yeah?” I asked her with a shrug. “Yeah.” she answered softly. “For what...
She knew. Even the possibility of her knowing was just a branching path. Did she hate it? Did she like it? Did she want more? I couldn’t say for sure I knew that she knew, but some part of me just… knew. When Molly first began to stir, rustling around more than she usually did in her sleep, I could do nothing but freeze. I lost the ability to speak, breathe, or even think. “You awake?” she asked in a groggy voice. She couldn’t see my eyes. I turned slightly to meet her, feigning tired...
With great reluctance, Dutch left Molly and returned to Rosa 's, took a shower and was watching the Cubs play the Twins on TV. Sosa had just hit his 33rd homerun to hold his lead over McGuire who had already belted his 29th off Mike Sirotka, of the White Sox when the women came home from Kathy's game. When the opportunity presented itself, he told Rosa about his afternoon adventure with Molly. "You're kidding me, that recluse?" "Some recluse," he smiled. "She fucked my brains out....
“Are you sure?” Molly asked me, arms close to her chest in hesitation. I rolled my eyes, wiggling out from under the bed so I can stand up. “I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” I gestured back to the bed. “It’s just as I suspected. The thing just came loose. You’re honestly good to go at this point.” Molly’s unsure expression loosened, then a smile appeared on her face. “Thanks, Aaron.” she replied, coming in for a hug, surprising me with her force. I couldn’t help but chuckle, albeit...
Ashleigh smiled around the cock of the boy thrusting in and out of her mouth, sucking at it a bit harder. She was lying on her back in the middle of a group of men, some who she knew, some who she didn’t. Her best friend had just turned twenty one and of course threw a party, complete with alcohol, illicit drugs, and an endless supply of sex. Ashleigh had a cock in each of her hands, and she stroked and pumped them to the best of her ability, spreading their pre-cum over the lengths of the...
It was only two days after my encounter with Molly in the bathroom. I was up late, getting myself a snack, and Chris and Jerome were probably in the living room doing something or other, as usual. I opened the fridge, eyeing some leftovers, sighing as I took it out. Microwaving was for the weak, real men just eat things cold. I set the tupperware on the table and saw Chris coming into the room. “Yo.” I casually greeted him. “Hi, Aaron.” he greeted me, almost nervously. “Can we talk about...
Molly Smith was excited! She was about to start her freshman year of college, and she couldn't wait to get started! Ever since she was a junior in high school, she had been filling out applications, taking the SATs and visiting campuses. When her preferred school sent her an acceptance letter, she was delighted.Molly loved school and learning interesting new things. She began pouring over the college catalog which outlined degree requirements and described the course content of classes in...
College SexMolly Smith was excited! She was about to start her freshman year of college, and she couldn't wait to get started! Ever since she was a junior in high school, she had been filling out applications, taking the SATs and visiting campuses. When her preferred school sent her an acceptance letter, she was delighted.Molly loved school and learning interesting new things. She began pouring over the college catalog which outlined degree requirements and described the course content of classes in...
College SexMolly and I didn’t say much more to each other that night. The next day, I think both of us wanted to talk to each other, yet we both somehow knew we shouldn’t have. Both of us felt this invisible barrier between us, begging us to not talk to each other. And so, the full day went by without either of us ever even being in the same room, let alone striking up a conversation. The day after, the barrier was gone and it became clear that one of us had to start a conversation with the other...