Slaves of the Amethyst part eleven
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KARMA OR KISMET?How I Became A slave Owner AgainBy: Charles E. Campbell It was really just a pretty typical day, really, thinking back on it now from the comfortable perspective of eighteen months. What happened that day happened every day, on many a street, in many a town and city everywhere, actually. Mundane. Nothing innately unique or even noteworthy. At least, not right away. I was in my driveway replacing the radiator on a mid-sixties Plymouth Valiant. A buddy of mine had owned one...
How I met my slave Martina the first time and had her fist me on the toilet and later abused her holes outdoors. by AnnaSicilianaTrue Story, Anal, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Fisting, Lesbian, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by womenPosted Tue 10th of March 2015Introduction:Martina is a slave I met online and at our first real meeting she drank my pee and fisted my pussy in a bathroom and later at a secluded spot outdoors I stretched her holes to the extremes until she...
- - I must note before the story starts this is a prequel to Sisters in Slavery that tells the story of the owner of the Sisters Master Robert Sanders coming of age and becoming a master within The Organization leading up to how the Brothel was started. As such there will be some new characters introduced that may or may not be in future chapters of the main story. This also means that all of the established female characters will not be appearing in this part of the story. - - Part...
Rebecca woke first in the cellars and gazed in total satisfaction at the sleeping Jennifer, face down, at her side. She was beautiful with her auburn tresses lying in a great sheath on the pillow. Fondly Rebecca stroked her back feeling the traces of the whip on the velvet skin. Jennifer stirred and murmured in her sleep. Rebecca felt an over powering love for the lovely girl at her side and bent to kiss her softly on the back. Part of her mind was still lost in the enchantment of the afternoon...
"Undress me, Slave-Daddy," I told my father. "Yes, Mistress," he replied and there was eagerness in his voice, as well there should be, considering I'd been the distant object of his incestuous desires for almost ten years. My mother was recovered from her orgasm, which was something akin to spontaneous human combustion, I thought with a smile. It had happened suddenly and without any real physical stimulation of her sex, but she might have cheated. My attention had been focused on my...
"It's so nice having lunch together, just the two of us again," my mother smiled at me. "Yeah," I smiled back. "I was gone too long, Mom. I'm sorry about that." We were downtown, in a nice little restaurant after doing some shopping together. It had been a long time since my mother and I had done this sort of thing, and we were both enjoying it. I was surprised that I felt no guilt over what I'd done with my dad the previous night and I wondered if he'd followed my instructions...
(This and the following parts under the same name represent a block of chapters from my novel "The Slaves of the Amethyst" which I am posting here as a mini-series in the hope that Xhamster readers will enjoy them. Although there is a strong erotic theme throughout I feel obliged to warn readers that not all of the series is erotic in content for which I apologise. Also one of the chapters has been previously posted on here and I apologise for the repetition. There will be I think about fifteen...
The theatrically over decorated general gripped his podium tighter and tighter The theatrically over decorated general gripped his podium tighter and tighter. His orchestrated news conference was turning sour. It had supposed to have been his moment on the world stage to impress to show everyone what a great and generous leader he was; but now this. All the cameras continued to focus on his glistening black forehead. ?I?ll repeat my question,?came the annoying voice of the young...
Three days later I thought I was up to working as a household slave provided they realised I could not do heavy work and would not be subjected to further punishment. Consequently at 5 a.m. the following morning a eunuch came and took me to meet Georgina in the main kitchen. She was a large, stern looking woman possibly of Turkish origin. She looked at me with some disdain but she'd obviously been told I was no longer a slave and now had access to the king so she tried to hide it. As usual I...
A few weeks go by, we are all packed and headed for the airport. Omar's private jet taxis over to us, the door opens and the ladder comes down,we go inside. Anna is wondering who we know who has their own jet. Hours and hours later we are landing in Dubai. The limo picks us up then a hour later we are at Omar’s palace. Omar comes out and escorts us into his living room, there sits Sasha and Jane in their burkas. Omar introduces everyone, then says Anna it is so nice to meet you, I...
When Nina arrived at the gym after work, Gretchen met her in the workout area, and immediately took her into the back. As she stripped in the locker room, Gretchen watched her closely. Once Nina was naked, Gretchen took her in her arms, and kissed her deeply. As the kiss ended, she said, "There are a couple of things we need to talk about before we go to the party tonight. If you aren't comfortable with things, then we won't go." "Whatever you decide, Miss." "Don't be too hasty to...
Chapter Sixty Four.Alice had simply never known an evening like it in her life. To her it was the most defining few hours of her impending adulthood. In common with many a young person Alice had entered into marriage with Daniel with only the vaguest idea of some nebulous future. They’d had hazy ideas of buying a house someday, of Daniel getting a better job, of c***dren someday, of moving out of Teescastle. They’d had dreams but the reality had always been the wage...
Here I will lay out how I, William Steelforth, progressed from the unqualified slavery enthusiast I was in high school to the qualified slavery advocate I had become as managing partner of the agency which bore my name. After high school, the next opportunity to have an animated exchange about my ideas with a teacher came in a discussion with Professor Petersen, my philosophy teacher, in my sophomore year of college. Unlike my high school civics teacher, he was actually a proponent of...
Sorority and fraternity bondage and sex partyI was very excited when my girlfriend Karen invited me to a special sex party arranged by her sorority and my fraternity. I got even more excited when she explained what happened at the party.There would be at least 10 to 15 girls and an equal number of boys. The idea was that you would converse with one person of the opposite sex or if you wish dance with that person or simply sit and have a chat. From time to time the organizer Amanda would grab a...
This is the second part of story…. getting confirmation from me about becoming her slave, she perked up again and stood up. "chal mere saath bathroom mein chal, badi jor sey pishab lagi hai." On hearing this, my limp penis started hardening fast as I could not imagine a lustier scenario than being allowed to accompany her while she pissed. As it turned out, she had even dirtier things on mind. I followed her like a lamb while she walked to the bathroom, her gait a little stiff with the...
This is a repost of an earlier piece since in the original post all the apostrophes and speech marks have been converted by the site into question marks for some reason. Thursday morning dawned grey and overcast and there had been rain overnight. From the windows of Waterstone House the view was unappealing. The outside was dark and damp and a light drizzle streaked the windowpanes. It didn’t seem likely to be a day that would inspire adventures out of doors. Debra was disappointed at that for...
Thursday morning dawned grey and overcast and there had been rain overnight. From the windows of Waterstone House the view was unappealing. The outside was dark and damp and a light drizzle streaked the windowpanes. It didn’t seem likely to be a day that would inspire adventures out of doors. Debra was disappointed at that for she’d wanted to get out with Julie in the afternoon and explore the countryside around Marveaux. On an optimistic note the weather forecast had predicted a change for the...
This following chapter from the third volume of my "Slaves of the Amethyst" saga is not an erotic story as such although there is a strong erotic thread throughout mush of the novel. I decided to post this extract however in the wake of Hurricane Sandy which has so badly affected the Eastern coast of the United States because of the parallels between the story and the real life experiences of my American friends who lived through the hurricane. In the story the valley of Mathomdale, where most...
"I just can't believe he cheated on me," Cheryl sighed. "I mean, we just got married, you know?" I nodded sympathetically. We'd spent much of the afternoon talking about BDSM, or I'd talked, I should say. Cheryl had asked a lot of questions and I'd done my best to answer them. But her mind kept wandering back to James and his infidelity. It was going to take some time before she could forgive him We were sitting at a small round table in a hotel bar after our lunch, the same hotel...
I have a need. A craving for the kind of satisfaction I know I can only get from one certain person. The satisfaction of completely overpowering all the senses of he who I consider my sexy slave. That one man who is the only one able to accept my extreme type of affections and actually revels in being totally absorbed by them while giving himself completely over to my servitude, my Stephen. Now to craft my plan and make all preparations. My wonderful husband Daniel and I had a fantastic...
BDSMEver since I was little I had always been close to my Uncle Mehmet who came from Turkey and then emmigrated to London when he married my Aunt Bettie. He was a tall, atheletic man in his early forties with short black hair, olive skin, and the greenest eyes I had ever seen before. Uncle Mehmet had that kind of angelic face that would stay young forever.Uncle Mehmet would take me to the park when my parents were working, take me out shopping. I always loved going over to Aunt Bettie's and his...
IncestHow Jenna’s journey as a slave beganJenna had always been brought up as a proper girl. She was shielded by her parents in aspects of her life. Now at the age of 19 she had just gotten her first computer with internet access. She could not wait to go upstairs and use her pc with the internet. But she was stuck helping her mom with the cleaning of the house for her moms work guests that where coming over. Jenna’s mother came into the room at 6:30 and said she could do what she wanted for the rest...
(See Part One for preamble.) Chapter Fifty Nine.It wasn’t bread and water for dinner, not that Rachel’s threat had really sounded very serious of course. Sebastian had provided a simple but nourishing meal of soup and a cold collation. The soup was a rich thick Scotch broth of mutton, diced vegetables and barley. If they had have been restricted to bread and water Jennifer wouldn’t have minded much because the freshly baked crusty bread, still warm from the oven,...
(See Part One for preamble) Chapter Fifty Eight.“Oh Pixie! Pixie!” Jennifer was saying over and over again, safe at last in Rachel’s embrace. Rachel was just holding her and soothing her with gentle caresses.“Come on sweetheart let’s get you down from here.” Rachel relinquished her hold and walked over to the wall.“Don’t go away!” Jennifer cried in panic.“I’m going nowhere honey! Just releasing your chain.” There was a whirring noise and the tension in the chain...
Hi everyone, I am Rahul 28 years of age working in an MNC as a software engineer. Telling about myself, I’m an athlete guy who loves to play any kind of sports and sweat it out. I also love reading stories, listening to music and other common stuffs. Well, that’s my one part. When it comes to my dark part, I love to be a slave to a female. Serve her and please her as she wants. I like almost everything when it comes to sex. From the normal sex to the kinkiest desires, I love everything in...
CHAPTER ONE Entering the auction hall, I was met by a stern looking woman with a whip swinging menacingly from her belt. Taking me brutally by my arm, she led me to one of the hundred or more glass cubicles adorning the sides of the wall. Abruptly, she ordered me to undress. Reluctantly, I took off my skirt and blouse, but I steadfastly refused to remove my undergarments. With an impatient grunt, she ripped my panties right off me revealing to all my pussy! Shocked and seething with...
Introduction:A first person narrative of a woman who became a lesbian slaveI've written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story, take a second to rate it and tell me what was good or bad...
How I Became a Lesbian Slave They say hindsight is 20/20, and I found out the hard way that they (whoever ‘they’ are) are one hundred percent correct. If only I knew what kind of a person my neighbor was before I became friendly with her, I could have saved myself a whole lot of guilty feelings and confusion over my own sexuality. Emma seemed so nice for someone whom I wouldn’t have given the time of day if we had been in high school together. You see, Emma is the beautiful,...
I've written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story, take a second to rate it and tell me what was good or bad about it. It is your feedback that pushes me to write more. So anyway, enjoy...
Hi all dear reader thanks to u all .For read my last story. In my last story I was share with u that how I become a slave of a stranger man in my honeymoon. Now in this story I will tell u some more real experience. After returning from Goa I was very eager to meet with Mr. Rajesh ji to have some more sex i was really missing him very badly. He was a real sex guru for all women. Now we just chat in phone and in my mail over there I manoj and Rajesh we all used to chat together.1day Rajesh...
Note 2: If you don't like incest, Master/Slave, pain, and humiliation then don't continue the story exit now but if you like all that stuff then all means continue reading this store Note 3: I would like to thank Crovus Turrim for editing my story Note 4: I welcome all question inbox me and I will answer all my question I will inbox you back or post all the question and answers How I made my daughter...
I watched Matt as he took the last piece of clothing that I owned – the last anything I owned – and threw it on the fire. It took a few seconds, then it, too, caught fire, on top of all my other former possessions.Now I stood, completely naked, in the large backyard of his house, owning nothing, with no ID, no credit cards, no passport, no…anything. And I was standing in front of four men who were watching me with something like hunger in their eyes.I was shaking, feeling both scared – and...
Exhibitionism“And just where the hell have you two been all afternoon?” Robin exploded. Robin had been working hard on his presentation when he became aware that Rebecca was noticeably absent. He’d gone looking for her without success. Daniel hadn’t been able to shed much light other than saying that they’d left the Hall. Now Robin and Danny intercepted Rebecca and Alice in the doorway of their private entrance back into the Hall.Rebecca looked at him sweetly “Fishing!”“You’re about to catch something!...
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! She's here; she can look after her precious son. I can't take any more of this." Throwing a few items into a bag, she went to David, "I'll pick you up in the morning if you wish to go into work SIR. I'll bring the car back then if you don't. Good night SIR." "No Steph, don't go..." Stephanie could hear him calling to her as she closed the door. Her phone rang a few minutes after she'd entered her old flat. It now seemed a cold and uninviting place but at...
How I Became A Ukrainian Love SlaveIt was a very warm day in Honolulu, Hawaii. But it wasn?t summer time. It was Autumn. As I stood outside my apartment balcony, I saw her swimming and loitering around with her friends. She was so drop dead gorgeous and was attracted to her.As for who I am, my name is Natasha Romanov. I had immigrated from Kiev to America about two years ago. I am 34 years old; with pale complexion, long black hair, blue eyes, a very slender body and 5 foot 9. I am also single...
(See part one for preamble to this series) Chapter Sixty Two.Daniel moved slowly down the riverbank toward the hidden pool parting the undergrowth as he went. He was clutching a fly rod. It was an expensive modern rod but not, he realised, as expensive as the old fashioned, hand crafted split cane rod that Robin was using further along the river. Daniel didn’t mind that. Robin’s rod was a museum piece better suited to hanging on the wall of a fishing den than...
She is extremely sexy. So young. Only eightteen, one month and a day as I write.She is extemely pretty. So yummy. Only a pity that her character has black spots.She is extremely playful. So funny. Only a pity she aims to abuse her hot spots.She is extremely smart. So cunny. Only a pity for her I finally find weak spots.How sexy, surprising, hot and horny is she? Right after we met we got both very wet!How sexy virtual sex we had, when I was licking her pretty very wet teen sexy twat.How sexy...
I am Kevin (name changed but rest all name are real). I am 26 years old living in uk, but i spent most of my life in india as my parents had a business there. I am originally from a town in gujarat. I am 5’11”, well athletic built though i don’t have 6 abs, brown eyes (friends says i have amazing eyes), black navy cut hairs and a 6 inch penis. My friends think abt me that i am not that handsome but a good charmer and can get girls with my talks, well i have never believed this though. The story...
The bus pulls up to the hose and drops us off. The driver thanks John and says no cash tip is necessary. John letting him use his fuck meat was more than enough. We walk inside the house and there's more guys there than when we left. When we left earlier for the strip club not every guy there came with us. Only about 20 guys went, the rest stayed at the house. Some weren't 21 yet, and some just didn't want to go. So I expected to find about 20-25 guys back here at the house, but there was...
This story was made possible with the help of Josette Du Pres, Ib12us, Nuuan, Sammi, Portia Bennett, Erin G, and Dawnfyre. All of you helped out in multiple ways with personal stories and recollections and pointed me in the right direction. It was a dreary day in mid-June as John Finn and his two elder sisters, Leslie Sylvester and Karen Smith, stood over an old, weathered grave marked only with a number in Forest Hills Cemetery in Roslindale, Massachusetts. They were alongside...
Synopsis: This powerful story is about Female Domination. Steve is enslaved by the beautiful Goddess Samantha. She has her slaves crawl for her, worship her, suffer for her and they love every painful moment. THE DIARY OF SLAVE STEVECHAPTER 1 (PROLOGUE) I have been commanded to write a journal depicting my life with my Mistress and Goddess, the Supreme and Radiant Samantha. I worship and obey her every whim. But it wasn't always that way in the sense I had no predisposition or inclination I...
Whereas Guenter H., Legally identified by passport no. … issued on … by …, Retired business executive, born on …, 1947 in …/Germany and living at … in D-xxxxx L…, Known in the net as slave gunnarsub and registered as Sklavennutte Guenter in The Slave Register under Registration Number 326-878-134, thereafter for purposes of this document, called "SLAVE" has agreed to give up voluntarily all legal, civil, and human rights in order to become the unlimited slave property of the OWNER and whereas...
From A Society Girl From A Society Girl To A Slave Anonymous Chapter I All the inhabitants of the villageof Kronink in Scotland know the castle of Kelingtonwhich stands majestically a few miles outside of the village, and which neverfails to draw all the visiting tourists who are struck by the mysterious charmof its old-fashioned towers looming at the horizon and surrounded by the thickvegetation of an immense park. In that castle lived Lord Kelington, the heir of an oldScottish family...
Last Friday night my wife Rachel sent me a text that she was coming over to my apartment.“I’m on my way over. I hope you don’t have any plans for tonight.”My wife and I separated over a year ago, and since then she has become my dominatrix. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but that’s how it is now. When we first got married we played a few BDSM games, but it’s nothing like it is now. Ever since we separated, or perhaps because we are separated, she has this unbelievable passion to dominate...
Immediately after the jury retired to deliberate Stephanie's case, the SlendaBond attorney and I retired to the VIP club in the courthouse to await the verdict. We discussed the fact that the longer the jury was out the better our chances of achieving at least a partial enslavement of Stephanie. If the jurors were having trouble reaching a verdict they would probably settle on a compromise verdict where at least we would have Stephanie under an indenture for 5 or 10 years. That might satisfy...
Blue collar Master, white collar slave. 3by 2NN This story depicts homosexuality and very extreme S&M. If you are aminor or this offends you, go elsewhere now. PrologueI sit on the couch in my owner's house, dressed every bit theslave I am. My body from the tips of my toes to my eyelashes iscompletely and permanently hairless, smooth, soft and beautifullytanned. My upper body is clad in a thin, soft and pink rubber T-shirtand my ass is clad in a pair of outrageously short and...
Submissive slave Kara was lost. All the men she dated just seemed superficial and bland. She needed more or less, she didn’t know. Then she met Phil. He owned his own company and was into the import and export of goods from Africa and Indonesia. He was the most confidant man she had ever known but until she landed the secretary job she only knew his name and his reputation as a businessman. On their first real date they ate a lite dinner and he invited her to his place. They had had lunch in...
Key-words: MMM/m Slavery, gay sex, rape, abuse, forced labor, torture and scatologyBreaking-In Slave Kevin? 2011 by Masostud, the right resides with the authorNote: This is a work of fiction. All persons and names are coincidental. Who feels insulted by descriptions of hard-core slavery and dirty abuse by scat-scenes is requested to leave this story unread. You have been warned.Summary: The gay Kevin (19) was devoted to dominating men. He went deliberately into the fangs of two strong-build...
The time was late in the spring and we were on a late night drivein the countryside watching for all of the new spring animals that wereborn. We spotted a doe that was grazing in the cool grass. My sister and I were on our spring break from college and didn'twant to spend our time in the local bars looking for men. We love natureand watching all the new growth that rises from the dead of winter. As we spotted the new doe, we left the safety of our car to geta closer look when we heard...
MsC, Master slave Colony While reading the Sunday paper my slave/wife noticed an interesting ad for a unique D&s lifestyle retirement community in the desert southwest that gave a website address for interested couples. This is a fulltime, retired, non outside employment community. She showed it to me and said, let’s go check it out to see if it is what we are looking for. I went to the computer and entered the address that the paper gave. MsC came up with two links below on the page. One...
Greetings my name is Dan I am 31 years old and have had a long interest in BDSM, but little activity. Honestly I have fantasized about being both a dom and a sub, the fantasy of being a dom was the one that got fulfilled and this is that story. When I first met #1701 she was then called Lisa. She was approximately 5'7 slightly chubby Hispanic woman with very large breasts, 32 EE. She was a co-worker of mine at a local restaurant chain. Generally intelligent and often forward about her sexuality...
Greetings my name is Dan I am 31 years old and have had a long interest in BDSM, but little activity. Honestly I have fantasized about being both a dom and a sub, the fantasy of being a dom was the one that got fulfilled and this is that story. When I first met #1701 she was then called Lisa. She was approximately 5'7 slightly chubby Hispanic woman with very large breasts, 32 EE. She was a co-worker of mine at a local restaurant chain. Generally intelligent and often forward about her sexuality...
Goddess Anun’s slave camp Part one – Abduction in Pattaya As Simon’s taxi ate down the miles from Bangkok to the coastal resort of Pattaya the hypnotic wheel vibrations were making him drowsy. He was not sorry to be leaving the Big Mango (Bangkok); the city was polluted to the point where the traffic fumes made you catch your breath and your throat sore. However, that aside, he had enjoyed the incredible variety of food in the city and the Grand Palace was well worth seeing. He also couldn’t...
Overview of slave ownershipOwning a slave can be one of the most rewarding experiences of your life, but you will need to put some energy into training and taking care of your property to get the most out of it.Your slave must constantly be reminded of its place and must never be treated like a human being. Doing so will only confuse it and make the slave unsure of how to please you.The slave must understand that its sole purpose is to please its master(s). It must dedicate all of its energy to...
Chapter 1Charles Greene and his three mates were loitering around the lower floor of the mall. There were lots pf people in the mall. Kids running around and screaming. Cliques of women pacing around, carrying bags of purchases. Elderly couples eating their ice cream cones. Charles Green’s mates were also his classmates and their names were Jim, Casper and Norman. They had finally finished their secondary school education. They had finally finished school and were now on holiday....
The New Slave The New Slave Putting down my paintbrush, I looked at the clock and saw I had only ten minutes until Master William would arrive.? I covered up the painting and put the brushes away, thinking all the time about the strange direction my life had taken over the last two years.? By the time I had put away my paints and put on the handcuffs Master William insisted I wear each time he visited, it was almost time. I felt the rush of fear I always felt before he arrived and worst...
Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of having a Black mistress and becoming a white slave for the Black Race. it had been briefly married to a white trophy wife, but the demands of the rat-race of white society had brought that to an end. Like most...
Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of having a Black mistress and becoming a white slave for the Black Race.it had been briefly married to a white trophy wife, but the demands of the rat-race of white society had brought that to an end. Like most white...