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I'm also the school outcast why cause no one ever gave me the chance to prove who I was from day one of kindergarten I never had a friend. now that was all about to change...kinda. I have spent years practicing

and have finally gotten everything I need for my voodoo enslavement.

I'm now in high school. it's close to midnight as I sneak out my back door as my parents sleep. to them I was a sweet kind boy and I used to be but I was sick of the loneliness. my home was near some thick woods that I used to play in but tonight I had a new purpose for it. I moved through the trees with my flashlight in hand. I moved deeper and deeper until I reached a small clearing that I had fixed up for my magic rituals.

I walked over to a hollow fallen over tree trunk and pulled out a few boxes all full of the stuff I would need for the full moon. I opened them and pulled out the rag dolls I had knitted myself. the books and sights I read said the more of yourself you poor into the preparation the more powerful the magic. I had twelve dolls in total and would be making more soon as I did my test run.

I took the boxes to the middle of the clearing and laid them in the grass. I opened the second box that held a dagger and rag inside it for the blood that would be needed to power the dolls. I looked up at the sky the moon was getting higher and its light seemed to grow brighter on me warming me and giving me power. I pulled a baggy that held the hair of a girl from my school. her name was Ashley everyone called her ash. she was a gothic girl that I had been crushing on for years.

she was in the next grade and she had pale skin and wore contacts that made her eyes black. she had long black hair that went down to her mid back and her breast had to be at least double d.

I put a small hole in the doll and placed the hair inside among the stuffing. I resealed it and grabbed the dagger. I pricked my index finger and started to chant.

as I chanted the moon glowed brighter I kept chanting as I let my blood drip onto the doll the doll absorbed the blood leaving no stains. it was working. I kept chanting louder and faster. the books said the doll would start to look like the person who's part you put inside. as I chanted black hair grew from the dolls head and down to its mid back just like ash.

I felt a dark smile grow on my face. the doll turned pale and two blue dots formed for the eyes. I stopped chanting and cleaned my finger and the dagger. I put everything away and returned home excited for school the next morning.

I woke up to the sound of the alarm on my phone and quickly got dressed and grabbed my backpack I put the doll inside and left to get on the bus. I was happy to see that ash was on the bus sitting in the back alone. none of her friends rode the same bus and no one wanted to sit next to her. the seat across the aisle was empty so I took it. our eyes met for a moment then she smirked and looked out the window.

I looked her sexy body up and down getting turned on by the evil I was going to commit. I turned to my pack and pulled out the doll. I quickly checked to make sure no one was looking I was in the clear. I rubbed my finger between the dolls legs. a sharp intake of breath came from behind me and I could not help but smile. I took a glance behind me and saw her holding the bus seat rather tight.

I rubbed the doll with a bit more force and watched her breathing become faster her chest was heaving up and down. I was rock hard so I decided to test the power of the doll further. I whispered into the ear of the doll. "move to the seat next to you and sit with the boy."

ash suddenly grabbed her black backpack and moved over to my seat. she looked from her original seat to mine. I could see the gears turning in her head. I held the doll by my side out of her seat and went back to rubbing it between the legs. ash was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top that showed a good bit of cleavage.

she went tense and closed her legs. her eyes glanced at me hoping I did not notice. I rubbed faster and watch and she started to squirm trying to keep her pleasure hidden. I pushed my finger on the spot between the legs of the doll as tho I was trying to finger it. ash jumped as she felt an invisible finger move into her cunt. she seemed to not care if I saw or not anymore. she reached between her legs and tried to stop the pleasure. I put a second finger with the first and pushed on the spot on and off. ash started to pant.

I was loving this my dick was rock hard. she bit her lower lip trying not to let any sound escape. I decided it was time to make her cum. I used one finger to rub the doll and another to push against it so it felt like someone was finger fucking her and rubbing her clit. a moan got out and she started to move her hand against her jeans. she had given up and wanted to cum. I continued to rub and push harder and faster. her hips started to move against the force that was pleasing her.

her eyes rolled into her head and she humped the air. I saw her hard tits through her top. she suddenly started to shake and she closed her legs tight as a loud moan came from her mouth making half the bus turn and look at her. she slowly came down from her orgasm. at this time the bus was pulling up to the school.

as soon as the door opened she bolted and ran inside. I was left with a raging hard-on that I had to take care of before my first class. I ran to the bathroom and rubbed one out fast as I could it was quick and easy cause I had fresh memories of her. I quickly got to my first class and sat down in the back of the room. I watched as everyone sat down I was waiting for my next victim to walk in. everyone took a seat and the teacher started class.

it seemed Jessica was not going to show up today. I had given up on waiting when the classroom door opened and she rushed in. Jessica was a red head with short curly hair that came to her neck. with a few freckles she always picked on me for not being smart as her she actually skipped a grade cause of her IQ. the only empty seat was in front of me just as I planed. she sat down with reluctance and began listening to the teacher.

Jessica had green eyes and from the looks of her she had been tanning in the summer sun. I could see the tan lines on her shoulders. she was a foot shorter then me and her breast were not as big as ash. I sat behind her looking at her beautiful red hair. all I needed was one hair. I thought to myself as I reached for a strand. I got one that was sticking out somewhat and yanked it. I held my breath as I yanked but it simply came off must have been one that fell out and was still in her hair. I quickly pulled out a ziplock baggy and put the hair inside tucking it into my pocket. I could not wait to have this stuck up nerd on her knees begging for mercy.

class ended and I went to my second one I was getting turned on for the next class cause ash was going to be there. I rounded a corner and was grabbed and pulled into a janitor's closet. it was dark, but then a flame ignited. it was ash with a lighter. "what did you do to me you fuck." she whispered.

"if you're talking about on the bus I swear I didn't do anything I was just as freaked out as you after it," i said with hast and a pinch of panic to make it convincing. I quickly shoved her off me walked out of the closet. I could hear a growl from her as she walked out. I got to class and sat down in the back like normal. ash sat right next to me and looked at me. "would you leave me alone." I pleaded to her. she rolled her eyes. "what am I doing you're a pathetic boy you can't do stuff like that." she said getting up and changing seats. as she walked I watched her ass swing back and forth.

after that class it was lunch time. I sat alone at a corner table eating my lunch when I noticed someone walking in my direction. I looked up to see a short girl with dirty blond straight hair that went down to her collar bone she had a blue hair clip in it. her eyes were light blue and her breasts were only large a cups. her name was Britney she was the only person in this school that was picked on as much as me. tho she never came near me before out of fear. she sat down in front of me and smiled a knowing smile.

"hey Britney," I said wondering if she actually knew. she whispered lower so only I could hear, "I know about the doll." I froze ready to take a hair and run so she could never say anything. "I won't tell anyone I promise," she said with a sweet smile. I didn't trust . "how do I know you won't tell," she smiled and pulled out a bag with a hair in it. "cause if I tell you can make a doll of me and kill me." I took the baggy and looked at the hair. without warning I reached out and plucked a strand from her head. "ow!" I pulled out my spare baggy and placed it inside. "sorry but this could have been anyone's hair."

I said giving her a smirk." so can you make another I want." I put my finger over my mouth and leaned in to whisper to her. "don't talk about it here come to my house tomorrow and I will tell you about it." tomorrow was Saturday. "but first how did you find out." she giggled and leaned in. "I'm small enough to crawl under the bus seats without anyone noticing I crawled back when I heard her breathing weird and I saw you put the doll away we also have first class together and I saw you take a hair from Jessica," I nodded my head. this was not good I needed to make a doll of her tonight it won't be as strong, but it will be good enough to keep her mouth shut. Britney got up and walked away. I finished lunch and then continued my school day.

at the end of the day i got on the bus and sat in the back seat but this time as i was sitting down britney sat next to me. "britney ill tell you tomorrow night i don't want to attract any attention." she rolled her eyes. "shut up then and act like since we are the only outcasts in the school we are going to be friends cause we are." she said with a innocent smile.

she would not stop talking to me the whole way until finally I got to my stop and quickly got off the bus. "see you tomorrow." she whispered.

i would see her tomorrow but not in the way she is gonna like. i quickly ran inside and to my room and pulled out the ash doll. since i did the blood magic ritual under the full moon i could control her without limit with the doll. my family would not be here for a while and ash did not live far from me . i whispered into the doll. "you will wear your shortest skirt and smallest tank top with not bra or panties and go to aaron's hows you will not talk to anyone or even question why your doing it but you will be fully aware of what your doing." i looked at the doll and the eyes glowed blue.

and hour later there was a knock on my door. i quickly ran to the door and opened it. there stood ash in a skirt that came to her upper thigh you could almost see her ass and her tank top was so tight her tits were clear as day. "come on in have a seat on the couch my mom wont be home for three or four hours." i said moving to let her by. i shut the door and locked it as she moved to the couch. "so I'm sure that as you obeyed my commands you knew what was going on. "she looked at me with hate and anger. "you're using a voodoo doll?" she asked. i pulled the doll out from behind me. "correct." she lunged for the doll but i was faster and used the doll to put her arms behind her back making her fall to her knees with her head on the ground and ass in the air.

I smiled at the sight. "you will stay in that position until I let you up." I said to the doll. "fuck that." she hissed, but she had no control over herself anymore. let me up right now!" she demanded. I put my finger over the dolls mouth and she fell silent. "good girl if you do as I say I won't have to punish you. I said kneeling down in front of her. without warning she spit hitting me in the face. "ok if that's how its gonna be fine but don't say I did not warn you.

i walked behind her and placed my hand on her ass. it was so smooth and soft. i pulled my hand back and swung it down producing a loud smack and a yelp from ash. i loved the sounds she made. i smacked the other cheek and got a slightly different response. "this is your punishment. I'm gonna make that ass go cherry red my demon whore. i kept smacking each cheek over and over slowly she was breaking as her ass became red. the way her flesh moved and with each smack was getting me hard as hell.

"please stop I'm sorry please!!" she begged. i smiled at her begging. "what are you sorry for doll?" i asked her moving back to look her in the eyes. "for spiting on you I'm sorry please stop" she said with tears running down her face. "you know if i wanted to i could just speak into the doll and make you do what ever i want you to but I'm not as cruel as you so I'm simply going to break you until you willingly serve me."

she sobbed harder making her black eye liner run. I stood and unzipped my pants as I pulled my dick out she seemed to get the idea. "you want me to suck your cock fine just don't hit me anymore, please." she sobbed. "I'm going to release you of your position and you will get on your knees and suck me off and if I feel you bite I swear you will not enjoy this night," i told the doll to let her go from he state.

ash got onto her knees and wiped the tears from her eyes. she moved over and grabbed my dick. she rubbed it up and down her soft pale hands felt nice and cool against my heated meat. "its so big?" she said questioning her instincts to mate. "yea it is and its gonna feel great in your mouth." i said trying to hurry her up. she licked the head swirling her tongue round it. its felt to good. she took suddenly slammed my dick all the way to the hilt. i was in her throat. "o fuck!!" i grunted as i nearly fell over. she moved her head back and forth from lips to down her throat she fucked my cock in her mouth.

her tongue teased the underside of my cock while she would move her head in ways to make the top of her mouth pleasure my head. i was about to cum. i grabbed the back of her head and held my dick in her throat as my cum shot out she quickly swallowed it not spilling or choking at all. she pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me . "can i go now i won't tell any one about this i promise." she pleaded. i looked down at her and felt a cruel smile form on my face. "you may not leave cause i from now on own every part of you." fear grew on her face as she saw i was not going to leave her alone."

she jumped up and tried to run away, but I grabbed the legs of the doll and held them together her legs snapped shut and she yelled as she fell over. "please help someone help me!!" she screamed. I ran over and kicked her in the gut knocking the air out of her. "shut up bitch your mine now surrender and pledge your soul to me or you can wait till after I torture you. what will it be?" I asked holding the doll in front of he face. I could see her thinking off all the things I could do with this doll.

she closed her eyes and tears ran down the side of her face. "I will always hate you I want you to know that." I laughed and lightly choked the neck of the doll. her hands reached up and clawed at her throat as she tried to stop the choking. "now tell me what you are?" I demanded. she barley managed to choke the words out. "i..in your...ach...huh..slave." I stopped choking and she breathed deep and coughed.

"that right your my voodoo slave."

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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...

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Diary of slave steve

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...

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SLAVE CONTRACT

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...

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From Society Girl To Slave

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...

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How Jenna became a slave

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...

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A Routine EnslavementChapter 8 The Slaver Helps a Dancer

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...

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Blue collar Master white collar slave

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...

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Submissive slave

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...

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Breakingin Slave Kevin

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...

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Slave Traders

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...

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MsC Master slave Colony

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...

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Goddess Anuns slave camp

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...

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Slave Ownership

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...

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Slave of the Outcast

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....

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The New Slave 2

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...

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The White Slave

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...

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NBWO The White Slave

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...

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Husband slave

               Eunuch Slave to My Wife The Consent            As my wife snapped the lock closed on the chastity cage that fitted over my limp penis, I didn’t think that that would be the last time it would be free, But now 2 years later I’m a slave to my wife and her sex partners, yes that’s all they are to her, After 30 years of marriage and a great sex life I was unfortunate to have a severe stroke, although I have made a full recovery, our sex life took a dive as I became impudent, hardly...

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Traceys Slave Contract

EVER WANTED TO BE A SLAVE! ENTER OUR FULLY REGISTERED SLAVE CAMP LIVE LIFE AS A SLAVE AMONGST REAL SLAVE GIRLS GET THE FULL EXPERIENCE ALL TIME PERIODS AVAILABLE FROM 1 DAY TO 1 MONTH. CALL 0800 2567788 FOR FULL DETAILS OR CHECK WWW.BEATEMPORARYSLAVE.CO.UKTracey had to admit, the ad had caught her eyes, more than once, the same ad had been in the papers seven days running, complete with a pic of a tastefully naked slave girl. A few of the girls at work had mentioned it a few times, mostly with...

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The Short Sexual History of Coora a Slave

Olga’s note: Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight novels, wrote a short story retold from the viewpoint of a minor character, someone who walks into the scene of one of her novels and is almost immediately killed. In my stories, at least the ones so far, the first-person viewpoints of characters in my Aghara-Penthay shave all been women on special missions, or women captured to order, which means they’ve been missing out on the experience of a more regular slave – someone unlucky caught...

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The Slave

The SlaveAs it gets later into the night I realize my slave has had nothing to eat or drink, nor has he been allowed personal bathroom time. I excuse myself and head downstairs to allow him up to stretch and take care of things. I asked my roommates to fix him something light to eat and I grab a bottle of chilled water to take with me for him.I sit down on the side of the bed and he jumps, startled at my presence. I grab his balls firmly and ask him if he plans to give me problems if I let him...

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Slave Training

Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn't a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time."Hmmmngh...dammit..."She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn't be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her body...

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Slave Training

Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn’t a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time. ‘Hmmmngh…dammit…’ She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn’t be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her ...

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The Darkest Slave Queen

Dealing in the darkest parts of the underworld had its upsides. For a start, it garnered me a lot of money. Filthy amounts of it, especially from the slave and weapons trade. For another, I had... oh, other illicit comforts in my life. A slave of my own, for instance. Every morning, when I woke up, I never used a standard toilet for my wastes anymore. Instead I would undo my lovely slave’s gag and she would press her lips worshipfully to my asshole to eat what I dispelled. Or she would gently...

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Jane and Carol at the Great Slave Hunt

                                             Jane and Carol at the Great Slave Hunt.                                                 CHAPTER ONE     ?You'll enjoy it so much, Jane,? Carol told her enthusiastically. ?Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!?  Jane was dubious. Her cousin's proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect...

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First Slave

First Slave By captv8td [email protected] 1Angela saw the slight nod from the woman.  That was her cue.  She stepped forward as she had a dozen other times earlier this evening.  This was the last one so it would be her final chore for the evening.She stood behind the girl.  They were all so young tonight; beautiful but young.  The naked redheaded girl who was fastened to the short post with her wrists cuffed behind her trembled.  Angela wished that she could whisper something...

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Mistress Vera and her slave part 2

Mistress Vera and her slave 2Chapter 3Upstairs Mistress Vera had changed. She sat relaxed on her sofa wearing a simple t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. She was talking on the phone. “Yes at eight,” she said. “Yes okay I‘ll see you soon, bye.” She hung up the phone but almost immediately picked it up again and began dialling another number. She talked to various people before she finally stood up and wandered into the kitchen. There she selected a cookbook from a shelf and opened it on the table,...

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Submissive slave positions

Bara This position is used for a variety of reasons, sometimes as punishment. On stomach, face down and turned to the left with wrists crossed behind back. Ankles are crossed, as well, as if for binding.? "Bara!" he snapped. I flung myself to my belly in the grass, putting my hands behind me, wrists crossed, and crossing my ankles, too. I lay there in confusion, in obedience. He went to pick up the binding fiber which had been removed from my ankles by Tupita, from my wrists, a bit before, by...

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