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Much of the planning of the new Stables at Quireme was carried out by Princess Karina herself although she naturally consulted her Head of Stables, Kemal, and his two assistants, Renata and Ingrid. This trio were already running the small stable which had already been set up - and which was now to be developed.
At an early stage, in view of the increase in Pony Girls envisaged, it was decided that a new post would have to be created. That of Head of Training. He or she would be responsible for transforming the selected harem slave-girls into workmanlike Ponies so that they could take their place in the Main Stable.
But who to choose?
Renata or Ingrid could have filled the post well, but Kemal did not want to lose two such able deputies. In the
end, the choice fell on a woman who was a frequent guest at the Palace of Quireme ... and also a regular visitor to the Stables. This was Carlotta, a half Italian woman with some aristocratic blood in her veins and, in those days, many a Pony Girl knew she’d had a real ‘work out’ after they had been in her charge!
Needless to say, Carlotta was delighted to accept Princess Karina’s invitation and at once joined the planning group.
It was decided to make the Main Stables large enough for twenty-four Pony Girls. Alongside would be a small stable for twelve Pony Girls under training. Whether this latter Stable would always have its full complement was doubtful, but it was not important. More than likely, it was thought, no more than half a dozen Ponies would be under training at a time. That would depend on demand.
For it was also decided that each Pony would spend six months in the Main Stable before being sent back to the Palace harem for a ‘rest’. She would be replaced by one of the girls who had completed her training.
But, of course, one could not calculate exactly for cases of extreme exhaustion nor for casualties.
Sensible, it was agreed not to be too dogmatic about numbers and simply make adjustments in the light of experience.
The number of stable hands was to be increased to eighteen (plus two reserves). This meant that each hand would have two Ponies in his charge, being responsible for appearance, maintenance and general welfare. It was considered that, if this job were to be done properly, it would be a full-time task. However, as might be expected, there was no lack of volunteers from amongst Palace guards, their assistants and so on, and the chosen few were hand-picked for their fitness, muscular virility and stalwart appearance. Keenness and a
sense of dedication were also qualities looked for.
Than then, was the personnel agreed on at the outset. But again, it was decided that, if circumstances dictated otherwise, this structure could be changed.
Then the layout of the Stables was discussed and finally agreed upon.
The Main Stable would have twelve stalls running down each side. Behind each pair of stalls would be a tack room. Thus each stable hand would have a single tack room for his two charges where all their equipment would be kept. Here he would prepare and groom them daily. Ponies would feed and
sleep in the stalls.
The Training Stables would be exactly the same but half in number. At the rear of them would be a small Punishment Room, designed for especially recalcitrant cases.
Nearby the Training Stables would be the Training Tracks. Two of these were to be circular, and one hundred yards in circumference. The third was to be more oval in shape and one hundred yards in circumference. All three of these tracks would be slightly banked all the way round.
In addition there would be a straight Training Track one hundred yards longs and twenty yards wide.
For the fully trained Pony Girls, there was to be a larger, oval track two hundred and fifty yards in circumference, also slightly banked. Alongside there would be a straight of one hundred yards.
Placed between these tracks and the Main Stable was to be a Paddock roughly one hundred and fifty yards in circumference.
All these tracks, and the Paddock, would be ringed by raised seats for spectators.
Finally, there was to be an Exercise and Jaunting Area, enclosed by a fence five miles in circumference. This would be criss-crossed by a large number of sandy Bridle Paths and Rides. The whole would be gently undulating - but with a few steep gradients - and set in woods and heath-land. Water troughs were to be placed at frequent intervals.
This, then, was the setting for the Stables and the Grounds.
Then came the all-important topic of the mobile frameworks in which the Pony Girls were to be kept.
In general, those already in use had much to commend them, but a few simple improvements were suggested and agreed to. It is best, at the outset, to describe these contrivances in some detail, for a Pony Girl spends a very large part of her time in and upon them. In fact, only a the end of the day is she released so that she can lie on her straw in her stall to sleep. And sleep, it may be said, was rarely hard to come
by for any Pony Girl!
The frameworks were so designed that the Pony was forced into a forward-bending posture whilst retaining full mobility of her lower limbs. They were made of the very lightest and thinnest tubular steel and each had a kind of ‘Undercarriage’ which terminated in four castor-like wheels of rubber-coated steel. It was on top of this that the Pony’s belly lay as she bent forward. In fact, the Pony’s belly rested on a cushion of foam rubber and was then secured down to it by what was know as a girth-strap. This ‘Undercarriage’ was of such a
height that the Pony’s legs were straight when standing still and allowed complete freedom of movement when in motion.
Thus we can see, in this posture, the Pony’s hindquarters formed a kind of ‘high point’ ... for, by the framework, her back sloped very slightly downwards from the top of her buttocks to her shoulders. These shoulders rested against two foam-rubber pads, these pads being supported by two tubular steel shafts rising up from the ‘Undercarriage’.
These shoulder pads could be raised or lowered and thus one can see that, according to their height, the breasts of the Pony either hung, or were forced up high.
When in repose in the Stables, it was normal to keep the pads low so that the breasts hung. However, whenever the Pony was in action, the pads were invariably high so that breast thrust up and out to the maximum.
Incidentally, Pony Girls with rather more heavy breasts were usually fitted with a transparent, plastic under-strap which helped to hold the breasts in an uplifted position without concealing them or restricting their movement in any way.
Most of the time, when a Pony Girl was fastened in her framework, her arms were folded up high on her back and inserted into a kind of leather ‘sleeve’. Many stable hands would release a Pony’s arms before and after ‘work’ since this increased blood circulation and thus improved efficiency.
When the Pony’s arms were not in this single ‘sleeve’, the wrist were clamped into two wrist-rings set at the side of the shoulder pads.
This was the simple, basic securement of a Pony. And one can see it was a securement most effective yet not interfering with her limb-mobility.
There were various forms of harnessing, depending upon what function the Pony was to perform. For example, the harnessing for a single-seat carriage was a little different to that for a double-seat. Also, the harnessing would be different if one Pony were being teamed with another. Moreover, there were different kinds of carriage, as we shall later see. In any event, bridle and bit were essential equipment and always worn, although the bit could vary considerably.
Bits for Ponies under training could be rather cruel and, on occasions, trained Ponies were forced to wear similar type bits at the whim of a guest.
We shall learn more about the various carriages employed - and other accoutrements used - as this account proceeds. For the time being, we are more concerned with a Pony Girl’s basic equipment.
Corrective instruments were also discussed by the ‘Stable Hierarchy’.
The instruments already in use were considered adequately satisfactory. This is to say, when a Pony was harnessed close-carriage (this will be explained later) the ‘crop’ used would be a foot-long, inch-and-a-half wide strap attached to a six-inch wooden handle, since the Pony’s hindquarters would literally be at arm’s length to the driver. If a Pony were open-harnessed, and thus considerably closer to the driver, the regulation carriage whip would be used, this being a four-foot long sliver of leather, with three tight knots in the last inch or so, attached to a thee-foot long handle of slightly flexible bamboo.
The advantage of these instruments was that, although they had a stimulating burning-sting to them, they were not too severe and thus could be used with considerable frequency without doing a Pony much harm. And, of course, any marks would quickly be removed by the special Healing Ointment used at night in the Harem itself as well as the Stables.
These then were the instructions most regularly used on a Pony under training... or when she was being exercised, going Jaunting or Racing. Of course, there could be exceptions to the general rule. If for example, the Head of Training considered a Pony was not making sufficiently quick progress, more severe instruments would be employed. The width and the thickness of the strap of the ‘crop’ would be increased... or the thong of the carriage whip would be more meaty, with perhaps, lead-shot substituted for the leather knots. Then
again, guests might make requests for some special instruments.
If Princess Karina, or even Kemal, agreed they were supplied with it.
So far we have dealt with instruments used during actual training or work. But there were other instruments which could be laid across a Pony’s hindquarters and thighs. Kemal, each of his two deputies, Renata and Ingrid, as well as Carlotta, in Charge of Training, always carried a pleated leather riding crop with them. These were viciously painful, having a core of flexible whalebone tapering to knittingneedle sliminess and terminating in three short tassels with three little knots each. These were real crops and would make a genuine pony jump to it, let alone a Pony Girl!
Apart from these, the small Punishment Room at the back of the Training Stables housed a variety of corrective instruments... heavy tawse, rods, leather martinets, such as would be found in any Punishment Room in the Palace itself... and these were employed whenever it was considered advisable.
At this stage, it might be as well to explain what is meant by close-carriage and open-carriage.
Close-carriage first. This means that the driver is seated in a low carriage, rather like a small chariot, so that his or her head is more or less on the same level as the Pony’s hindquarters, which are no more than two to three feet away.
The carriage is attached, by thin, tubular, up-curving shafts to rings on the side of the leather harnessing that the Pony wears. A small saddle is placed on her back and from this hang stirrups. They do not hand straight down, for, in that case they would be out of reach of the driver’s feet. Instead, they come curving back, again attached to thin, tubular steel. Reins, of course, run back from the Pony’s bridle and
bit.
This form of ‘chariot driving’ with the Pony’s hindquarters in close proximity, and within easy reach of the ‘crop’, is most popular and these small ‘chariots’ are generally used when Pony Girls are being raced singly against each other.
Next, open-carriage. In this case, the driver sits in a larger carriage with longer shafts and thus considerably
further from the Pony’s hindquarters. This is the reason why the longer carriage whip is necessary. The wheels of the carriage are larger and it can accommodate two persons, side by side. Although this kind of carriage is sometimes used for racing purposes, is more popular for Exercising or Jaunting.
There are larger, wider carriages with room for a team of two Ponies between the shafts. And there is even one with room for four, two behind each other. It takes some skill to drive a team-of-four, and use of this carriage is confines to Stable heads, the Princess herself, of course, and occasionally, special guests. Most often it is used as an exhibition in the Paddock or on the Main Track.
Incidentally, when Pony Girls are at work, whether it be Exercising, Jaunting or Racing, they wear little bells attached to small rings threaded through the nipples. Each Pony Girl has also had her nose pierced so, if a guest wishes, a ring and other bells may be put through that too.
When Ponies are Racing, they wear tall head plumes of different colors, so that they more readily be distinguished.
These are the equivalent of an owner’s racing colors. Finally, we must touch briefly on a Pony Girl’s daily
program.
At eight o’clock she is aroused from her slumbers, if they happen to be still continuing, and led by the stable hand in charge of her, into the Tack Room leading off from her stall. The stable hand’s other Pony will then be fetched from the neighboring stall and both will be fastened to a mobileframework and bridle and bit put on. This framework is lighter and more utilitarian and less ornate that the one the Pony Girl will be using later in the day.
The Ponies are then led out into the yard, which is shared with the Training Stable alongside, where they are hosed down with cold water. Each stable hand attends to his own charges... and a dozen or more Ponies might be attended to at the same time. Guests are permitted to watch this procedure and some early-risers do.
Back in their stalls, the Ponies, still dripping, are fed and watered. They eat and drink from small steel troughs at the back corners of the stalls. The food, which is mushy and unappetizing in appearance, is exceedingly nutritious, being packed with proteins and vitamins... most necessary in view of the amount of energy a Pony may have to expend in a day.
Every morsel of food has to be eaten up both morning and evening and the troughs licked clean. A Pony Girl learns this early.
Some, on first arrival in the Stables find the mulch nauseous and go off their food. However, a taste of the crop of I/C Training... the real one... soon cures this!
During the morning, the Ponies are most carefully groomed by the hands. This takes place in the Tack Rooms. Methods of grooming are similar, but some hands have their own little quirks. Some prefer to deal with their Pony while she is still on the framework, others prefer to have her on the massage table standing in each Tack Room. The latter is considered more efficient and is recommended, but not insisted upon.
First the Pony will be lathered all over with a creamysoap.
When this has been washed off, she will be examined for any traces of body hair. All will have been shaved, and hair remover is used daily, but some women are more prone than others. The offending hair or hairs will be removed with tweezers, hair remover applied, then the area will be creamed to a soft smoothness again.
Next the Pony will be covered in oil and then massaged thoroughly. Not only must her skin be kept supple at all times but so must her muscles. They should have a spring in them! Incidentally, all stable hands have been trained as masseurs.
When the oil has been well kneaded into the skin, what traced that remain are removed. Then the Pony’s body from neck to feet, is covered in a pale-pink liquid, looking not unlike Calamine lotion. Then, with a kind of buffer - a soft cloth placed over a cushion, and the hand proceeds to ‘polish’ a Pony’s body. This liquid is quite remarkable and does indeed impart a glowing sheen to a Pony’s skin. It is akin to the shiny coat of a real filly who is in the pink of condition.
This sheen is a most important part of a Pony’s condition and diligent stable hands will apply the liquid again and again, buffing away until they achieve the results they require.
Let it be said here and now that most stable hands are very meticulous and have a genuine feeling of pride when they see their charges well turned out.
Often a whole morning will pass with a hand grooming his two Ponies.
When their features and their hair have been attended to, they will be secured onto the frameworks they will use that afternoon, ‘proper’ frameworks rather than the ‘utility’ ones. Full harnessing will be put on, bells will be attached to nipples, final finishing touches attended to, then each Pony will be led back to her stall.
At this stage, some hands like to give their Pony some light exercise in the yard. It really depends on how much work she has had to do in recent days.
Two-thirty p.m. is the next important time.
All Ponies under training are taken to the Training Tracks. All trained Ponies are taken to the Paddock where they perambulate whilst guest from the Palace assemble at the ringside. Some guests are there merely out of interest and have no intention of taking a Pony out. Others definitely have a Jaunt in mind... and are weighing up the Ponies as they move easily and gracefully around the Paddock under the watchful eye of the stable hand accompanying then.
Requests for a particular Pony are sent, in writing, to Kemal or one of his Deputies, with type of carriage specified.
Then the Pony is led out of the Paddock and back into the yard. Here she is put between the shafts and led out again, ready for the guest, or guests, who wish to make use of her.
Guests who have never driven before are always accompanied, on the first two outings, by one of the Deputies or Assistants.
This is to ensure that no excessive or dangerous maltreatment ensues. Guest will have been warned about this prior to driving, but some of them let their enthusiasm get the better of themselves. Firm handling is looked for, not outright brutality. Certainly not the stupid flogging of a ‘dead horse’. Any guest who cannot confirm to the fairly simple, and reasonable, rules laid down (a kind of unwritten law) is barred from the Tracks and from Jaunting.
They are, in fact, warned off.
Thus a Pony Girl will either be training in the afternoon or she will be in the Paddock. She may spend two and a half hours in the Paddock and not be called upon by a guest. In which case, she might consider herself quite fortunate. Or she might have two hours or more of Jaunting up and down the sandy tracks, through woods and heath-land.
Once a week, the Main Track is thrown open for Racing Practice, and the Ponies can be seen speeding round the banked curves up and down the straight with guests weighing up their abilities and their pace. Three days later, at the weekend, real Racing takes place... and this is an occasion which is both lively and popular, with plenty of bets being struck. The day after Racing, the Ponies are allowed a twenty four hour rest in their stalls. Certainly most of them need it!
However, on normal days, Ponies are back in the Stable Yard by five thirty or six o’clock. Those who have been used for work would be hosed down before being tethered, with the others, in their stall. Then they are fed and watered again, it being optional whether they are or drank immediately or not. However, the food trough had to be empty by ten o’clock.
An hour or so later, all Ponies who have been at work are given a rub down. Healing Ointment applied at some stage before hands left the Stables, bridle and bit would be removed from each girl and she would be tethered for the night by means of a simple halter and lead rein. All Ponies lie down for the night on straw provided.
One final matter regarding a Pony Girl’s routine. She is never allowed to speak.
Any question directed at her has to be answered with an neigh... accompanied by a nod or a shake of the head, according to the answer being given! Any infringement of this rule is punished. Thus a Pony Girl undergoing punishment... and involuntarily begging for mercy... could only increase her punishment.
This then, has been an outline of the organization and routine of the Stables of Quireme.
And much more information may be gleamed from the various accounts which now follow.

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Arabian Adventure

ARABIAN ADVENTURE. Living on the outskirts of London, England, John, His wife Angela, and their twin daughters Maria, and Madeline led an idyllic, middle class, life style. John who in his late 30's, and Angela a few years younger ran a small boutique specialising in expensive lingerie. Maria and Madeline who had just turned 17 were both still at collage, and the image of their mother. At 5'9" they had a sort of Nordic look about them, their large breasts exaggerated by their skinny...

1 year ago
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Arabian Paradise

A dirty dark story of forced incarceration, sex, pain and just plain misery replete with the fear of never returning to one's homeland. This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror. Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen. Synopsis: He was a brutal misogynist who cast an international net to 'acquire' lovely ladies for his sadistic pleasure and resale. Categories Bondage Submission Involuntary Keywords High Heels Appliances...

2 years ago
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Arabian Nights

Arabian Nights Pt. 01 By MicheleNylons© Michele felt the huge member buried in her anus begin to pulsate; hot, creamy semen flooded her back passage. She was lying face down on the huge bed; pressed down into the satin sheets and soft mattress, her own penis trapped in her satin panties was also hard and leaking pre-seminal fluid. She lay still as Ahmed, the man lying on top of her, emptied himself into her. Ahmed preferred to fuck Michele doggy-style and finish with her prone;...

4 years ago
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Arabian Nights Part Three

Arabian Nights Pt. 03 "Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need to know I am not your friend; I am your Mistress. In fact I'm going to rather enjoy watching them take...

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Arabian Nights Part Four

Arabian Nights Part Four - The Whore By Michele Nylons Back in her cell Sarina helps Michele undress. "That suit isn't too bad; you can just brush it and hang it up. That blouse will need a soak to get the come out of it. Check out your lingerie and stockings and if they have any rips or tears just ditch them. You get an allowance for lingerie and hosiery; the boys are always tearing them because they are so rough, but anything else you clean yourself or replace it out of your...

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Arabian Nights Part Five

Arabian Nights - Part V - Defiled By Michele Nylons Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed. "You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse." Sadan spanks Michele's...

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Arabian Nights Part Six The Finale

Arabian Nights Part VI - The Conclusion By Michele Nylons Michele sat sobbing as she told Sarina about being taken forcibly by Jamhal, the Cabal's vicious pimp. She told Sarina how Jamhal had justified his actions because Michele was no longer unsullied. "Sullied, unsullied - it means nothing to the Cabal. You are their property and it is forbidden for anyone to touch you other than the Cabal or those they have given permission to do so," Sarina explained. "Like you?" Michele...

2 years ago
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Arabian Paradise

A dirty dark story of forced incarceration, sex, pain and just plain miseryreplete with the fear of never returning to one?s homeland.This is a nasty, misogynistic story. Fiction of unremitting cruelty and horror.Avoid it if you are sensitive or under eighteen.Synopsis        He was a brutal misogynist who cast an international net to                               ?acquire? lovely ladies for his sadistic pleasure and resale.Categories        Bondage Submission InvoluntaryKeywords        High...

1 year ago
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Arabian adventure

ARABIAN ADVENTURE.Living on the outskirts of London, England, John, His wife Angela, and their twin daughters Maria, and Madeline led an idyllic, middle class, life style.John who in his late 30?s, and Angela a few years younger ran a small boutique specialising in expensive lingerie.Maria and Madeline who had just turned 17 were both still at collage, and the image of their mother.At 5?9? they had a sort of Nordic look about them, their large breasts exaggerated by their skinny frame?s...

1 year ago
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Arabian Misadventure

Dear Reader, Tanya suggested that I copy my diary entries and send them to this site for your pleasure. I have of course changed all the names to keep my anonymity and the real location of the palace is hundreds of miles from the location I give, in fact I doubt there is anything but desert in that region. Actually it was Najibah, First Wife of Emir Sheikh Ahmed Faizal who, when she found it, encouraged me to keep my diary and allowed me to write home, first by email and later we were able...

3 years ago
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Mummys Little Plaything

Mummy's Little Plaything I'm Paul this is my story ; Like every little boy I loved my Mum, she was the centre of my world and given that I didn't have a Dad like most of the other kids at school she was even more important. I'm not sure when dad left us but I was very young and can just barely remember a father's presence in the house. Like all boy's I lived for pleasing Mummy, seeking out praise and love and attention at every opportunity. The trouble was I never seemed to...

3 years ago
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PlaythingPuppetBadboy Lover

Plaything/Puppet/Badboy=LoverOne: IdeaIt was cold that evening and as I sat on the sofa warming  by the fire he sat beside me, put his arm around me and whispered: "I think I could be happy with you for the rest of my life.." I looked into his eyes. Danny was everything I'd always wanted in a man and never really expected to find, but I had, three months ago standing at a bus stop one evening. As the rain started to fall I moved into the bus shelter and he was sitting there and we started...

2 years ago
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Plaything

PLAYTHING by Geneva A powerful businessman muses on his plans for revenge on an old enemy. It has taken me some time and much detailed planning to come to this part of my revenge for the years of your demeaning comments and slights. Actually, I feel slightly apprehensive but now I can set the procedure in motion. This is the crux, but certainly not the finish of my plans for you. I will be careful and methodical. I intend to enjoy the continual oversight, dominance and attention...

2 years ago
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Used as a Plaything

Brianna whispered in my ear.  ‘Do you feel safe, Andy?’Did I feel safe?First, I need to explain the position in which I found myself.Brianna had brought me into a luxurious apartment and blindfolded me, before guiding me into another room where soft music was playing.All she had told me about the evening was the owner of the apartment, a woman in her fifties, had got friendly with Brianna and mentioned she had fancied the pants off me.  Together the two of them hatched a plan to use me as her...

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Plaything Life C81

NEVILLE One of the odd things about fucking for money was the amount of influence it has on the rest of your life. You'd think in many ways this would be simple - a couple of times a day you get gussied up, spend a couple of hours getting pounded for various cameras, couple of hundred each time and the rest of your day doing more or less anything you liked. Except, of course, that if people are going to be inside your body, it's a matter of some professional pride that they don't run...

3 years ago
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Plaything

Plaything Well there I was. 25 years old, out of work, living in a scruffy old bedsit with no future and no prospects. Born in Gloucester , living in Buckinghamshire. Five foot six inches, slim with shoulder length brown hair, tied back in a pony when I’m working (which I’m not at the moment). Friends say I have a feminine face, but I’m not sure of that. Sexuality ? Not sure. Love women, but, I’ve had a few passes at blokes, mostly older. Once I met a bloke at his house and he tied me up and...

3 years ago
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A young woman meets up with an exboyfriend and can8217t deny her passion to be his plaything

She was happy, at or least she thought she was. She had a boyfriend that seemed to care about her, her career was on the rise, and she was stunning. Her name was Emily, a young petite Asian girl with a body that could make any man go wild. She had a firm, toned body with curves on her ass not normally seen on a Korean girl. Her breasts, though not large, we’re firm and snug nicely into a b-cup bra. On cold nights or when she was especially turned on, her perky nipples pierced the fabric...

3 years ago
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The Plaything

The human mind is a brilliant thing. It has the power for a human being to retain the knowledge and wisdom of a lifetime over, with the equal capacity to create, nurture and destroy. It was the facilitator for all current realities that we know today, making judgments upon the rights and wrongs that shaped the course of history and beyond. To some, it was the key to salvation. To others, it was a monster to be tamed. To a few, it was a toy to be played with. Somewhere in the world, one such...

Mind Control
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Daddys Plaything The Beginning Part 1

Daddy’s Plaything. Part One I had finally broken his resistance and Daddy now accepted that I was his, body and soul, to use anyway he wanted and to act out his deepest sexual fantasies for him. I can not even imagine how frustrating it must have been for him, living all those years with a wife who considered sex as a duty, the price she had to pay for the security of marriage. We had sat down together, me sat cuddled on his knee with his strong hands gently caressing me, and discussed the...

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Daddys Plaything Part 2 Good Clean Fun

Daddy’s Plaything. Part 2. Good Clean Fun. I lay across his knee, the twitching spasm of my climax slowly dying. Oh God, a climax already. Dad and Uncle Dave had not even started to get undressed yet. They had only been in the flat for 15 minutes and I had already had two good spankings, one from each of them, and a finger fuck from Dad. I felt Dad push me upright and I stood in front of him, wrists handcuffed behind me and only a see-through nightdress to cover my modesty. Not that I had any...

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Rashidha Chap11 Plaything Pt1 Family Visit

As I said in the previous chapter, I am my parent`s toy. I will do anything for them. Till now, there weren`t many interactions with other members of my family. Throughout the year we did go and see some relatives and they did come and visit us. When they would visit us, I would put on some clothes as our relationship is a secret. It was the holidays. It was the year 2013. I was still waiting for results so I was at home. My father`s brother who lives in South Africa along with his wife and son...

3 years ago
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Plaything for a Night part 1

I had been chatting with Sir for a long time online but had never met or even planned on meeting in real life. It was just fun chatting with him. Over the months we had shared gotten to know each other quite well, starting first with comments on naughty videos, and then chatting about fantasies. I had shared things with him that I had never shared with anyone. Although this was new to me, he had much more experience and patiently guided me to explore my submissive side. We discussed videos and...

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New Life As Blackmens Plaything Gay

It all started innocently enough one day while I was surfing the friend finding web site and had noticed that there was a large percentage of well endowed black members who were BI-sexual and were looking for women, couples and single guys to have sex with. I am married and have always been heterosexual but I find myself often fantasizing about sucking and being fucked by a well hung black man. I have never been with another man but have on occasion swallowed my own cum and found the taste...

2 years ago
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Hes My Plaything

True story, and my first. I had always fantasized about giving my first blowjob. There was something, I thought, so inexplicably sexy about pleasuring a lover with your mouth. And of course, after a month of exchanging teasing texts I wanted you. But first things first; descriptions. I am a slender young woman of average height, with red hair and dark blue eyes, like the skin of a blueberry. My skin is milky white and dusted with freckles that run from my impish nose, down my neck and over my...

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Jennifers Plaything

Jennifer's Plaything By: Naughty Nicole [email protected] My name is Nick, I'm 29 years old, and I have what I expect most people would call a "normal" life. At least I thought I did. I came home from work on a typical weeknight expecting the usual routine of dinner and vegging out on the couch. I work as a network administrator in a technical support help desk and usually come home brain dead after eight hours of dealing with frustrating customers. I stopped by the...

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Jennifers Plaything 2 Shame and Betrayal in Apartment 214

Jennifer's Plaything - Part Two: Shame and Betrayal in Apartment 214 By: Naughty Nicole [email protected] (Two weeks later...) God, it's hot. I opened my mailbox: junk mail...nothing but junk mail. "Junk mail," a voice parroted my thoughts. I looked up...Heather. I glanced around. I could have sworn there was no one near the mailboxes when I walked up. She was wearing what I jokingly referred to as her 'housewife clothes:' a baggy sweatshirt with a wide neck and...

3 years ago
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Jennifers Plaything 5 Paybacks a Bitch

*** AUTHOR'S NOTE: First of all, thank you for all the kind words of encouragement for my last two chapters of this story. It has been a wonderful experience to find such a supportive community as Fictionmania. Second: Yes, I realize that I skipped a couple chapters. I wanted to tell this story next and I didn't want to wait until the last two chapters were finished. Some day I will go back and fill in those holes......I mean those holes in the story. ...

2 years ago
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Jennifers Plaything 7 Through the LookingGlass

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am continuing to tell this story piecemeal, so I've, once again, skipped ahead in the plot to tell the section of the story that I want to tell next. When we last left off, Nick was trapped in a public restroom stall, and a security guard had just barged in to find the aftermath of Jason, Brian, and Jennifer's "encounter." Well, without getting into any spoilers: Nick escaped with his dignity intact and Jennifer sent him off all alone with some cash for a cab-ride...

3 years ago
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Straight Man To Old Mans Plaything

Straight Man To Old Man's New Play Thing So let me start by giving you little background on myself m name is Sean I was a 23 year old guy from Ireland I had moved to England to work as a live in carer it was a job I enjoyed and it aloud me to travel all around the U.K. whilst also giving me plenty of free time I would usually work a month then get a week off to travel and relax. I was a quite person I mainly stuck to but usually got very sociable after a few drinks, I was just a normal...

4 years ago
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Sebastians plaything

Sebastian strutted up and down the huge wooden floored room muttering under his breath, Alexandra couldn't understand what he was muttering but she knew it wasn't good. Heavy foot- steps hit the floor; the riding crop beat a similar rhythm on his right booted leg. Suddenly he blurted out "you have tested my patience to long young girl" Alexandra tried to get some words out but Sebastian ignored her attempts to speak so she just laid there relaxing her limbs and leaving a little slack in her...

3 years ago
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My Mothers Plaything

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a satisfying fuck in the dorm room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout. She smiles winsomely and murmurs, "Hey, Kris... tell me about your mother again." "What about her?" I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow. Sera scowls. "You know, girl. The things you guys do together." "Jesus," I laugh. "You can't get enough of hearing that, can you?" I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the...

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Voodoo Brats Plaything

PERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????? VOODOO ? BRAT?S PLAYTHING By  Sonya Esperanto? [email protected] Synopsis: Voodoo was a character from WildC.A.T.S. from DC/Wildstorm. This is not a story for profit. This is not for anyone below 18 too. (The concept of this storyline is what if Voodoo was not a member of WILDC.A.T.S. and that she existed in a world where Dark...

4 years ago
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The Orcs Plaything

The Orc's Plaything "Oooooooh mommy what is it?" "It's a… I mean she's a mix breed…. She is Human and….….youcan tell by…."I watched as the elven child scuttled behind the robes of her mother legs.As I moved on though the crowd, the whispered words followed my path as eyesbore into the deep shadow of the robe I wore.. Children at least were morehonest in their reaction. The adults thought they were so subtle in their horror "Sil….Sil….damn it… would you please wait upyou cantankerous...

2 years ago
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How I Became Masters Plaything

HOW I BECAME MASTER’S PLAYTHING By HAJIM It all started by accident. I was rushing out of Grace Bros without looking where I was going. I cannoned into a man so hard that I knocked him down. I instantly went to help him up. I said“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. I hope I haven’t hurt you. Please let me help you, Sir.’ He looked at me rather strangely but took my hand and got up. He looked rather shaken so I said, “Sir, let me buy you a cup of coffee as a small recompense for the damage I have done” He...

1 year ago
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Diapered Plaything

You always wondered how you ended up with your extremely beautiful wife, Julie. Until one fateful Saturday morning, she explains to you. “We have to talk sweetie. You see I don’t love you the same way, you love me. I am actually a lesbian, I know you are wondering why I married you then. Well first my family is a bunch of homophobic jerks. They threatened to disown me if I didn’t married soon enough. That is why I was in such hurry to marry. I chose you because you are kind of pitiful, I mean...

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