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Monica Singh was 40 years old, independently wealthy to begin with and stinking rich after her parents passed away leaving her millions in inheritance. She was a tall, well built woman who worked out regularly and was muscular in almost a manly way. She was also a dominate lesbian and dream and fantasized of having a slave girl she could own and sexually use whenever she pleased! Living in New Delhi, India, she knew that she could not be public about her sexual preferences and more so about her...
LesbianPart 1When my sexual awakening began in my early teens, I realized that for some reason I wanted girls to be mean to me. This of course was not comfortable or easy. Most of the girls in my class were the direct opposite. They were nice and modest, normal girls. It was difficult to even imagine any of them treating me they way I wanted them to. There were some girls in school who acted kind of bitchy, but I stayed away from them. Being nice and modest myself, and secretly wanting to be...
I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street.It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industrial. As we began to walk I looked around me at the neo-classical architecture. It would have been an impressive introduction, but the shop...
CheatingI stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street.It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industrial. As we began to walk I looked around me at the neo-classical architecture. It would have been an impressive introduction, but the shop...
I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town’s name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street. It’s fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industrial. As we began to walk I looked around me at the neo classical architecture. It would have been an impressive introduction, but the shop...
I found myself moving out of an uncomfortable situation (which I don’t care to discuss) into an apartment. Not in the best or worst part of town, but in a low-rent area, where the folks were mostly laboring class people and the rents were a lot cheaper. I made friends, became known and got involved in the community around me, and soon volunteered as an assistant at the neighborhood’s annual campout. While there, I got to know most of the kids in the neighborhood, and they...
© Copyright It was a few days before spring break in my senior year of high school, when I first saw Monica as a sexy lady. She was about 40 years old, and always had a very sweet smile on her light, skinned face. She had, short brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. Most times, a very big smile and a little sparkle in her eye for me. Being a dumb shit 18 teen year old high school guy with hormones going wild for my fellow female students. I never really noticed. Monica,...
Waking up to the sound of the waves, I feel your head on my chest. Carefully, I raise my head and look around and see people jogging on the beach. I then look over to where Monica had been cuddled into you when we fell asleep, however, she was no longer there. Feeling you wiggle closer, I take you into my arms and kiss your beautiful lips. I get up and pack all the items we no longer need into the trunk of my BMW. Since its a beautiful day, I lower the top. I kiss you deeply. As I go to open...
BDSMAuthor?s Note: This story is heavily inspired by another, called Summer Slave by Masteries. In particular there is one scene that was almost lifted from that story to transplant into this one: this is meant only as the highest form of flattery, as I found it so powerful upon first reading it and wondered what would happen if something similar happened to a girl with less?inhibited captors. Please send any comments to Goddess_Agony @ yahoo dot comChapter 1 ? New HomeAngela found herself staring...
Monica was the senior secretary, and the oldest of the female staff, in the company I was working with. Monica was in her late forties and had been with the firm for over twenty years, longer, in fact, than the office junior, Emma, had been alive and she was as miserable as sin. Now whether she had always been like this or it was something that her, rather turbulent, life had forced upon her was open to debate, and it must be admitted that we did debate this on a Friday lunch-time down at the...
Monica and I met in our freshman year in college. We had both enrolled in the same history class and she occupied the seat beside me. We'd frequently make small talk while waiting for class to start, and It wasn't long before we became friends. Very good friends actually. We looked out for one another, studied together, watched movies, had dinner and went drinking together. We had sex, hot torrid sex. The kind of sex that... No, that's not true at all. We never had sex. We never even kissed,...
Love StoriesThis story is the background information for this gallery: http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2934387/party_with_neighbours_1999.htmlBefore this day we had been introduced to some party d**gs during parties. The past year however we got a little bit sick about going to raves as the public had changed. So we changed to ‘own-House’ parties where we invited a befriended couple or two and used some pot, (herbal) XTC or the alikes. We felt pretty comfortable staying home, listening to music, talking...
Siesta was almost over when there was a knock on the door. Monica Torres yawned as she got up off her sofa to answer the door. She walked past her little classroom where she taught Dos Alamos' five kids (six when Rosa showed). There was a second knock just before she answered the door. At the door was the strangest thing she had ever seen. Standing in front of her were two naked women. One was a Hispanic, the other was a white teenager with blonde hair. They stood there, nude, without any...
Lets start with the main supporting character Monica, she was 4 ft 8 in tall, around a 30 c cup size, slim but had lil belly fat, thighs were shaped just right, very toned calves, half japanese and half african american, pretty brown eyes that had golden speaks in them, brunette hair down to her mid back. A little back story, I had moved to the state of washington, she lived in the house next door. She lived with her older brother and sister, and mother and younger brother, as was typical for...
Monica was my close friend. We used to be friends right from our school days. We used to share all secrets between us. I got married first with one of my classmates whom I loved. He was a strong virile man. We went to Mumbai after marriage. Monica came to Mumbai to spend some time with us. All three of us were almost same age and had a very nice time together. We were totally free and open in our talks and had no inhibitions touching each other. Since the apartment was small with only one...
Introduction: Scott meets up with his old friend Monica after a decade. Monica, what can I say about her, shes my good friend, a constant companion, and my long term crush. She also happens to be gorgeous and full of energy, being a geek and dancer she has a unique blend of down to earth along with an unabashed fit body. Shes around 56 or something not skinny with soft baby fat over hard muscles from her dancing and exercises. She has dark thick hair which she kept short around shoulder length,...
Well, I couldn’t blame it on anyone else!I mean, there I was, off on a course for a few days, staying in a sleepy little archetypal English village. Next door was a pub, next to that was the church, dating from the 1100s, next to that another pub. One called the Swan, the other the George and Dragon. The Bed & Breakfast overlooked the village green - more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except that the housekeeper in my old English Guest-house was actually Hungarian....
MatureLETTER FROM SANTA MONICADear Shoeblossom:I go into Grandpa’s room, worried because I know he’s upset with me—I’m a bad girl, and deserve to be punished! I’m wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me.?Nipper? he says, as I climb in his lap, ?You’ve been touching yourself and having impure thoughts, and Grandpa doesn’t like that.? Grandpa takes up his big wooden hairbrush, and I protest, crying that I’ve been a good girl. Oh no please no.But...
The house was dark when I awoke. Looking at the clock on the cable box told me why, 2:17 AM. Normally, I would just go back to sleep and hopefully pick up where I left off with the girl I was dreaming about. Unfortunately, I heard something in the house. Carefully, I got out of bed to check it out. My wife is mean as hell if she gets woken from her 15 hour long sleep. We have three kids and another one is sleeping over tonight so I went to see what was going on. Black as the night was in the...
She stripped down to nothing. Houlihan wasn’t thinking of anything except ravishing her flesh, because she had infuriated him. Had disobeyed him. He brought out the paddle and feather, and had her lay across his desk, as before. He started at her ankles, this time, slowly drawing the feather up and down her legs. This time, he brushed his fingertips and the feather up the insides of her legs. She moaned. It was all about gentle ovals, inching ever higher, ever so slowly. He stood up and...
SpankingHello friends, this is my first story. as i am a regular reader of iss and i really enjoy the stories available on it in which some of stories are true but some may be imaginary. i dont want to take much time of you, but before writing my FIRST TIME SEX STORY i want to explain myself. i am a person who is good in looking neither very handsome nor very bad, i am physically fit and can give pleasure to any girl. my email id is n you can search me on FB by same email id. This is the story when i...
Well I couldn't blame it on anyone else! I mean, there I was off on a course for a few days, staying in a sleepy little archetypal English village. Next door was a pub, next to that was the church, dating from the 1100's, next to that another pub. One called the Swan, the other the George and Dragon. The bed & breakfast overlooked the village green — more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except that the housekeeper in my old English Guest-house was actually...
myself to pack a bag and run away. Looking for what, I don't know. All I knew was that I didn't want to be around my mom and dad. We lived in a Los Angeles suburb and we spent many years going to Santa Monica on the weekends for fun on the beach and pier. I always felt good when we visited that place, So it was there that I decided to run away to. Being a typical surfer kid, I fit right in at the beach like I belonged there. Or at least, I looked like I belong there. You know,...
Introduction: Panty Play While Monica Sleeps I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and Im now sharing them as she believes theyre worthy of being posted. In this story Im telling it directly to her. As I wake up, I can feel the fabric of your shirt against my back and around my stomach&hellip, looking down at your hand, just laying there on my breast. I reach over, setting the babies aside, then...
Monica should have been on top of the world. The 25 year old was a rising star at the local news station, having had a wonderful combination of looks (she was 6’0 tall and had a luscious 38E-28-36 frame wrapped in flawless mocha skin), charisma and an ability to look past the obvious and find the heart of a story. She’d only been working at the station for a year and her editor was already talking to her about being an anchor woman. The problem was her husband, Malcolm. The two had met in high...
Interracial- - 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...
"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...
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...
She stripped down to nothing. Houlihan wasn’t thinking of anything except ravishing her flesh, because she had infuriated him. Had disobeyed him. He brought out the paddle and feather, and had her lay across his desk, as before. He started at her ankles, this time, slowly drawing the feather up and down her legs. This time, he brushed his fingertips and the feather up the insides of her legs. She moaned. It was all about gentle ovals, inching ever higher, ever so slowly. He stood up and...
My Name is Monica Rodriguez; I’m currently a senior in high school and at the top of my class. I’ve always been school first as in regards to my social life but now that high school is coming to an end, I’ve been branching off into the social world being that it’s a house party, bon fire, or even the occasional club scene (Thank you fake I.D). Now as for my appearance I’m original from Puerto Rican and have the darker skin to prove it, have long dark hair stopping just before my lower back and...
FetishI went through my regular routine of getting ready to go out. Shower, facial, fingernails, toenails and gotten a Brazilian wax. I wanted to look great for tonight. I know how many men are going to be there and all eyes will be on me. I love the feeling of being the center of attention, makes me wet just thinking about it. I love cum and cock, so it was a natural thing when I came across Bukkake. I get as much as I want of both!!I got to Mark's place feeling so incredibly sexy. Mark's wife...
Let me introduce myself. I am 26 years of age, muscular body, and dusty complexion. But I have attractive features. This is a true incident that took place in my life. I just finished my schooling. I was enjoying my vacations. One fine day I receive a phone call. The voice was very sweet. I handed over the phone to dad as it was for him. Later dad told me that we are expecting guest at our place they are coming from pune. I asked who are they and dad told me they are some far off relation to...
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...
Brianna followed Peter and soon ended up in a huge room decorated to give it an atmosphere of an upscale lounge. Men were sitting on chairs and sofas located around the room and were being served by naked servants. The two girls gasped in shock at the first sight of naked men and women serving drinks with everything on full display. They always gawked at the sight of the naked woman and girls who sat in the men’s laps, calmly acting as if was completely normal act when it was far from it,...
John Childs remembered the first time he met Mr. Harken. It was early spring in 1819, and he was working as a hand for the Overseer. John thought nothing of him and paid him little attention. To John he was just another hired hand. Although he was a white hired hand, he was still treated as such. John did not know of the harsh discipline he enjoyed when Mr. Franks left. When Mr. Franks was moved to the cotton plantation, Mr. Harken took over as Overseer. John was now riding in the back of a...
Gary had always been close with his father. Since he was little, they'd done everything together, from going to the movies to eating at the restaurant. The two had never strayed apart, they'd always been getting closer and closer together, until finally Gary and his father realized they were in total love with each other, not just loving each other. Gary was 19 when they first realized it. His mother was out of the house for the day, and Gary was lounging around, reading a novel. It was his...
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...
"Stand up, turn around and touch the floor with your hands, spreading your legs" She obeyed and he was pleased to see that she could touch the floor. Her cunt was clean shaven, had plump lips and a clean slit. Overall, it was a pleasing cunt. Her ass was round and dimpled and looked like it could take some punishment. "Stand and face me" She again obeyed, although this time she did not bow her head and look at his cock. She looked him right in his eye, showing her defiance in her...
"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...
She said you will do no such fucking thing. She looked at Nicole sitting beside me and asked what the fuck are you doing. Nicole spoke up and said I’m obeying my master. Patty got really mad and yelled I thought we talked about this. We agreed we wouldn’t stand for that and would work together to stop him from doing this shit. Nicole shot back o bitch you decided that. I’m sick of you deciding for me and treating me like shit. Patty turned bright red with anger Oh she said but you will let...
Are story begins. You have a slave standing with his cock and balls confined it your new toy. The ankles are secured at the bottom and the hands are cuffed behind his back. He is mouth gagged as well and possible a blindfold. That's slave number one. As for slave number two, he is in front of the device with his hands behind the back of the first slave and secured together.His knees are secured to the upright. Slave number 2 has slave number ones cock in his mouth and his head is taped in that...
"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...
“Oh please master, don’t put that nasty thing in my bottom. It’s way too big and besides, putting it in my bum is too nasty. I’ll suck you off or let you fuck my pussy like the other masters, but please not back there. It’s not right. It’s not natural.” Emma’s third pick up of the night, and the one that would be spending the remainder of the night with her, ignored her frantic protests. Instead, he continued to push an oiled finger in and out of her tight bum hole and warned her to be quiet...
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...
Brianna and her daughters woke up hours later, stretched and shook the sleep out of their heads, totally unaware of the chips implanted in their heads, and the plan to enslave them. “Wow, we must have slept off jet lag,” Brianna groaned. She stretched and noticed her top was slightly out of place. She pulled it down, thinking it must have happened during her sleep. She gathered her girls on the sofa and again promised them you would keep them safe, no matter what. “Now, you stay here and keep...
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...
How 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...
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...
Newlywed Slaves By billy69boyWe had a spring wedding, and we couldn't be more in love. Our bliss was extended when we quickly found our first apartment. But it wasn't just an apartment: we were now the proud renters of half a duplex house that was attached to our dear elderly landlady's half of the house. Edna had lost her husband a few years back, and she seemed pleased to have a newly married couple as her next door neighbors. We became fast friends, and even though she had relatives living...
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...