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CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1

I am a purveyor of female flesh. It=s really the only work I've ever done.? I learned it from the ground up, on my own, and eventually became a major player in the procurement and training of slaves.? Male and female, though I do prefer the thrill of turning a haughty, college educated, snobby female into a quivering mound of obedient, submissive slave meat willing to do anything for an orgasm.? Breaking males is also rewarding, just not as much fun for me, personally.? Now that I am preparing for what I hope to be a relaxing and enjoyable retirement, I've decided to put my life history into words.? Perhaps others will enjoy my story, and perhaps even learn something from my successes and failures. Paraphrasing the old ADragnet@ series, the story you are? about to read is relatively true.? Only the names have been changed to protect the not‑so‑innocent...which may include a few well‑known politicians, businessmen and news makers.

I somehow instinctively knew, even as a child, that my destiny was to hold dominion over women; that I was bred to rule them as much as they were deigned to serve me.? Some of my earliest memories, in fact, involved thoughts of domination. In those early years, accessibility was the main issue, and the female most accessible to me just happened to be my twin sister.?

Although my actual sexual use of Carolyn didn't begin until around puberty, some of my earliest recollections involve my power over her.? We were really complete opposites; I had brown hair and eyes; she was a light blonde with bright blue eyes and fair skin. I grew to over six feet tall, but she stopped at five two. I was demanding, but she was quiet and demure.? As long as I can remember, she always deferred to my wishes.? Whether it was deciding what movie to go see on Saturday or what to have for dessert, it was always my choice.? I always got the last of the ice cream, the best piece of fruit, the largest cookie, and the best seat in front of the television.? Whenever I wanted something, she simply complied without argument or hesitation.? No matter what the issue was, she always did whatever I wanted.? In retrospect, if there ever was such a thing as a born dominant or a born submissive, we were defined by those terms.

When we were younger, I didn't understand her natural submissiveness, and often used coercion to get my way.? I=d threaten to destroy one of her favorite toys, or that I was going get her into trouble with some outrageous lie if she didn't comply with my wishes.? I never had to actually follow through on any of this, though, as she always acceded to my wishes. The need for intimidation gradually disappeared with time, as my domination over her became a natural condition for us both.? Simply put, it was my place to command, and hers to serve.

By the time we entered the third grade, she was completely obedient to me.? At home, she followed me like a puppy, eager to do my bidding.? If I wanted the television channel changed, or a sandwich or drink from the kitchen, she took care of it while I relaxed on the couch.? I never lifted a finger I didn't have to.? Carolyn picked up my dirty clothes, cleaned my room, did my chores around the house.? I never washed a dish, swept a floor or mowed a lawn unless I wanted to. The only task I kept for myself doing my own schoolwork.? Even as early as elementary school, I understood that education was important to success, and in order to learn, I=d need to do my own work.? With Carolyn to do my chores, though, I had more time for study and quickly established myself as an outstanding student.? She, on the other hand, didn't.

Up until high school, there was absolutely nothing truly sexual about our relationship.? Sure, I required that she dress as I wanted her to, but I did that only to display my power over her.? Punishment usually consisted of me laying a belt across her ass, or sometimes, making her stand in the corner with her dress pulled up over her head.? She didn't really seem to mind either, though.

Ninth grade was the real changing point in our relationship.? Towards the end of the school year, I began exploring her budding body in great detail, tweaking, prodding and poking at all her various folds, nooks and crannies.? What I=d previously thought of as just a puffy slit between her legs was much more complex...a hole, some flaps of skin, a thing she peed out of, and a little nub at the top of the slit.? I discovered how she would shudder if I wiggled my finger inside her; she seemed to like it, so I=d do it from time to time.? Sometimes I=d have her play with herself for me.? I=d tell her to do whatever felt best, and I would watch and learn.? I saw her bring herself to her very first orgasm, splayed out on the kitchen floor.? I=d read about orgasms, had even had my own, but this was the first time I=d seen a girl have one.

I wanted her to learn about men, too, so I allowed her to explore my body as well.? This, however, was? only in the manner of my choosing.? I let her look, sometimes touch, but always made sure whatever she did was neither unpleasurable or painful to me.? I let her inspect my cock and balls, to inhale the odor of my ass, to kiss and lick me, but tit‑for‑tat didn't apply in all cases.? For instance, I regularly stuck a finger or thumb up her ass, but would never, ever let her do that to me.?

She had a few fine, silky strands of pubic hair, which I thought looked kind of nice, but decided against allowing her to keep. ?I somehow knew keeping her hairless would enhance her submissiveness, so I made her lay on the floor with her legs spread, while I pulled them out as they appeared.? It sounded painful, and I suppose it was.? She flinched a lot and even let out a couple of squeals, but she took it without any real complaint.?? Later, I=d have her shave daily, and eventually, I=d have it all removed permanently.

I wanted to keep her in her place, submissive and subservient to me, and I thought that one way to ensure this was to humiliate her whenever possible.? I began by not allowing her to wear any clothes when we were alone at home.? I don=t know whether it had any effect on her submissiveness, but my plan to humiliate her in this manner was an utter failure.? Nudity became her natural state, and she was often more comfortable naked than clothed.? At times, I even had to remind her to put something on before leaving the house or answering the door.? I know that even today she would still prefer to remain naked than wear even the skimpiest of clothes.

The following year was when I really started training and treating her as a slave.? At home, she wasn't allowed to make any decisions of her own.? I would tell her when she could eat, drink, go to the bathroom, speak, stand or sit.? If she wanted to ask permission to speak, she had to indicate that desire by holding her hand in front of her mouth...and this only gave her permission to vocalize a request to speak, which I often did not grant.? A request to pee was made by squatting with her legs open and her hand cupped under her cunt; to ask permission to shit, she assumed the same position and grunted.? I still punished her, only now it was usually with a belt or switch directly on her cunt, or shoving something painfully up her ass.?? Everything she did had to be in my presence, whether it was using the toilet, getting dressed for school, or taking a drink of water.? If she felt the need to itch, she had to come to me and get permission.? Other than those acts necessary for her to do at school, every aspect of her life was now being controlled by me.

I extended her toilet training, too, having her hold my penis for me while I peed, then licking the head clean after I was done.? Of course, if her aim was off at all and I splattered on the toilet seat (or anywhere else), she was required to clean that up, too. Towards the end of the school year, I also started making her kneel at my feet while I defecated, setting as one of her chores the wiping of my ass afterwards.? Eventually, she became my personal urinal, swallowing my piss as I deposited it in her mouth, but that wouldn't happen for a couple of years yet.

With the start of the tenth grade, I denied her the use of undergarments altogether, even at school.? She was allowed to wear nothing but knee‑length or shorter dresses, white ankle socks and shoes.? Anywhere except school she went barefoot, unless shoes were required.? She had only one pair of socks, and I let her hand‑wash them just once a week, on the weekend.? At bedtime, I would stuff the smelly socks into her mouth and tie them in place, then bind her hands behind her back. She slept completely naked, of course.? Sometimes I=d tie her ankles to the bedposts, other times not.? She had neither linen nor pillow on her bed, just a single Army surplus wool blanket, and her bedroom door remained open at all times.? If I=d not let her pee before bed, I=d lay out a rubber sheet under her before laying her down to protect the mattress.? Carolyn knew she was expected to wet the bed early, and spend the entire night laying in the puddle of urine on those nights. She also knew she=d not be bathing in the morning, either.? Oh, the looks she got when she showed up at school smelling like piss was so degrading for her!

Now, being a fairly intelligent person, you=re probably asking yourself why our parents weren't noticing all this. The answer is quite simple: We had very little adult supervision.? Our mother left when we were four; Dad owned his own business, and worked very hard to provide for us.? A child of the Great Depression, he valued the dollar more than anyone I ever knew, and to me it seemed like making money was more important to him than spending time with his children.? I understand now that having been raised poor, he wanted better for his children.? Just because he wasn't always there didn't mean he didn't care about us, but based on what I've learned about his own childhood, I think he may just not have known how to relate to children.? After all, he had to quit school in the fifth grade in order to help his family out; his education didn't resume until he entered the Army during World War II.

When we were younger, Dad would arrange for someone to be there when we got home from school.? Most of the sitters he hired tended to spend more time watching TV or talking on their boyfriends on the phone than looking after us, though. The average sitter would last a few weeks at most, but that all ended when he came home early one day and found the new one passed out on the floor, a baggie of drugs on the coffee table next to her. I was finally able to convince Dad that we were old enough to take care of ourselves.? He was always there when we got up in the morning anyway, so he could make sure we got off to school, and we had homework that usually took us until dinnertime in the afternoon.? Surprisingly, he agreed, and suddenly I had the opportunity to extend my domination over Carolyn to nearly full‑time.

We both received small allowances each month; Carolyn always turned hers over to me, and I never spent a penny of it.? Now, though, it was time for her to start buying things.? Each month, I=d give her a shopping list of items I expected her to purchase.? First on the list was her new after‑school outfit:? a pink dog collar, a matching leash, and a pair or cheap plastic 6" costume heels I=d seen at the dollar store.? The following month, it was a supply of makeup and a tag for her collar, which ASlave Carolyn@ on one side, and AProperty of@ followed by my name on the other.? She couldn't wear makeup at school yet ? it was against the school dress code - but I had her practice every day at home.? I=d have her slather lipstick and eye shadow on her face until she looked like a street corner whore, then make her clean it off and start all over again.? I took pages out of men=s magazines, and had her practice looking like the centerfold sluts.

This was also when I started using her sexually, as well.? I found a book on oral sex in the bargain bin at a thrift store; it had apparently been place there by mistake.? It didn't really contain all that much detail, but the photos were invaluable to me.? I poured over it, made Carolyn study it, then tried out the techniques.? It took her some time, but she was eventually able to take my entire cock mouth.? I usually fucked her mouth three times a day ‑ one in the morning, one after school, and another at bedtime.? At first I let Carolyn have an orgasm for each of mine, but quickly discovered that she=d be more eager to please me if I let her go without for a few days.? So I started rationing her orgasms and limiting her to just a couple a week.? Sometimes, though, if I wasn't particularly pleased with her, I=d make her go without for a longer period of time.? Since she had little to no privacy from me, restricting her ability to cum wasn't all that hard.? After three or four days, she was usually even more compliant than normal, and after a week, would offer to do the most outrageous things just for the privilege of a single orgasm.? Sometimes I took her up on her offer ‑ once time she French kissed the neighbor=s dog ‑ but even then, I seldom gave her the release she so desperately needed.

Because she would be required to dress out for gym class each day, it would be necessary for her to wear undergarments.? The day before school began, I took her to the scrungiest second‑hand store in town and picked out a pair of threadbare cotton panties and a bra with worn‑out straps for her.? Carolyn was only allowed to wear them for P.E., so I had her keep them in her gym locker.? I never let her bring them home, so by the end of the year, they were torn, filthy and stiff from the accumulated sweat and other body fluids.? Since she had gym right after lunch, she usually had time to get into the locker room before the other girls showed up.? Every so often, though, I=d delay her ‑ usually by getting a blow job in the bushes behind the shop building ‑ so that she=d have to risk the other girls seeing her.? Most of her classmates already had their suspicions about her, so I don=t think her not‑so‑secret becoming common knowledge would have changed much.

I added a new twist to her dress code that year, making her wear a red scarf around her neck during her period.? It took a while, but some of the girls finally figured it out, and soon word was passed to the whole school...Carolyn is wearing red...she's on rag!.? It was deathly embarrassing to her, and totally amusing for me.? Other than the scarf and being able to wear undergarments for gym, her dress code remained the same.? She wore nothing but above-the-knee dresses, socks and shoes.?

There were a number of other rules I instituted, as well.? First and foremost, she was not allowed to speak to any other male except a teacher or faculty member, and then only in response to a question.? When spoken to by me or a male teacher, she was to keep her eyes lowered submissively (the teachers thought she was just shy) and respond in a soft, demure voice, with Asir@ being the first or last word out of her mouth. Her knees were never allowed to touch each other, and she had to sit with her bare ass on her chair seat. She was not allowed to use the toilets at school.? If there was an emergency, she would come to me and I=d let her squat on the dirt behind the shop building.? If she changed tampons at school, she had to keep soiled one with her until she could dispose of it at home.? I can still remember the first time I made her walk home, carrying the wet, bloody tampon in her mouth.? She wretched the entire way, finally vomiting on the back steps of the house.

Because of the way she dressed and acted, she quickly became a pariah.? She had no friends, and not just because I didn't permit her to have any. The boys and girls both considered a freak, making her the butt of jokes and many rude, often obscene comments.? My friends would talk to me about her, but I=d just dismiss their comments with a shrug.? They knew I was one of the best students in school, while Carolyn lagged at the bottom of the class.? It wasn't because she was stupid; she was just as intelligent as me.? No, the reason she did so poorly in school is because I forbade her from doing any studying, and punished her for every test in which she scored a B or better. She also knew each D or F would mean I=d grant her one favor ‑ her favorite thing was for me to give her oral sex ‑ so she tried her best - or least - on her tests.? Her future was going to be as someone=s property, and she didn't need to know much more than wash, clean, cook and fuck.? Reading a cookbook was important; being able to recite the Preamble to the Constitution, understanding Siddhartha, and knowing how to graph an inequality, simply were not things she needed to be skilled at.

It was about this time ‑ just before the end of our sophomore year ‑ that Dad found out what has going on.?? The day that happened, I just knew my life was going to come to an end.?

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1

I am a purveyor of female flesh. It=s really the only work I've ever done.? I learned it from the ground up, on my own, and eventually became a major player in the procurement and training of slaves.? Male and female, though I do prefer the thrill of turning a haughty, college educated, snobby female into a quivering mound of obedient, submissive slave meat willing to do anything for an orgasm.? Breaking males is also rewarding, just not as much fun for me, personally.? Now that I am preparing for what I hope to be a relaxing and enjoyable retirement, I've decided to put my life history into words.? Perhaps others will enjoy my story, and perhaps even learn something from my successes and failures. Paraphrasing the old ADragnet@ series, the story you are? about to read is relatively true.? Only the names have been changed to protect the not‑so‑innocent...which may include a few well‑known politicians, businessmen and news makers.

I somehow instinctively knew, even as a child, that my destiny was to hold dominion over women; that I was bred to rule them as much as they were deigned to serve me.? Some of my earliest memories, in fact, involved thoughts of domination. In those early years, accessibility was the main issue, and the female most accessible to me just happened to be my twin sister.?

Although my actual sexual use of Carolyn didn't begin until around puberty, some of my earliest recollections involve my power over her.? We were really complete opposites; I had brown hair and eyes; she was a light blonde with bright blue eyes and fair skin. I grew to over six feet tall, but she stopped at five two. I was demanding, but she was quiet and demure.? As long as I can remember, she always deferred to my wishes.? Whether it was deciding what movie to go see on Saturday or what to have for dessert, it was always my choice.? I always got the last of the ice cream, the best piece of fruit, the largest cookie, and the best seat in front of the television.? Whenever I wanted something, she simply complied without argument or hesitation.? No matter what the issue was, she always did whatever I wanted.? In retrospect, if there ever was such a thing as a born dominant or a born submissive, we were defined by those terms.

When we were younger, I didn't understand her natural submissiveness, and often used coercion to get my way.? I=d threaten to destroy one of her favorite toys, or that I was going get her into trouble with some outrageous lie if she didn't comply with my wishes.? I never had to actually follow through on any of this, though, as she always acceded to my wishes. The need for intimidation gradually disappeared with time, as my domination over her became a natural condition for us both.? Simply put, it was my place to command, and hers to serve.

By the time we entered the third grade, she was completely obedient to me.? At home, she followed me like a puppy, eager to do my bidding.? If I wanted the television channel changed, or a sandwich or drink from the kitchen, she took care of it while I relaxed on the couch.? I never lifted a finger I didn't have to.? Carolyn picked up my dirty clothes, cleaned my room, did my chores around the house.? I never washed a dish, swept a floor or mowed a lawn unless I wanted to. The only task I kept for myself doing my own schoolwork.? Even as early as elementary school, I understood that education was important to success, and in order to learn, I=d need to do my own work.? With Carolyn to do my chores, though, I had more time for study and quickly established myself as an outstanding student.? She, on the other hand, didn't.

Up until high school, there was absolutely nothing truly sexual about our relationship.? Sure, I required that she dress as I wanted her to, but I did that only to display my power over her.? Punishment usually consisted of me laying a belt across her ass, or sometimes, making her stand in the corner with her dress pulled up over her head.? She didn't really seem to mind either, though.

Ninth grade was the real changing point in our relationship.? Towards the end of the school year, I began exploring her budding body in great detail, tweaking, prodding and poking at all her various folds, nooks and crannies.? What I=d previously thought of as just a puffy slit between her legs was much more complex...a hole, some flaps of skin, a thing she peed out of, and a little nub at the top of the slit.? I discovered how she would shudder if I wiggled my finger inside her; she seemed to like it, so I=d do it from time to time.? Sometimes I=d have her play with herself for me.? I=d tell her to do whatever felt best, and I would watch and learn.? I saw her bring herself to her very first orgasm, splayed out on the kitchen floor.? I=d read about orgasms, had even had my own, but this was the first time I=d seen a girl have one.

I wanted her to learn about men, too, so I allowed her to explore my body as well.? This, however, was? only in the manner of my choosing.? I let her look, sometimes touch, but always made sure whatever she did was neither unpleasurable or painful to me.? I let her inspect my cock and balls, to inhale the odor of my ass, to kiss and lick me, but tit‑for‑tat didn't apply in all cases.? For instance, I regularly stuck a finger or thumb up her ass, but would never, ever let her do that to me.?

She had a few fine, silky strands of pubic hair, which I thought looked kind of nice, but decided against allowing her to keep. ?I somehow knew keeping her hairless would enhance her submissiveness, so I made her lay on the floor with her legs spread, while I pulled them out as they appeared.? It sounded painful, and I suppose it was.? She flinched a lot and even let out a couple of squeals, but she took it without any real complaint.?? Later, I=d have her shave daily, and eventually, I=d have it all removed permanently.

I wanted to keep her in her place, submissive and subservient to me, and I thought that one way to ensure this was to humiliate her whenever possible.? I began by not allowing her to wear any clothes when we were alone at home.? I don=t know whether it had any effect on her submissiveness, but my plan to humiliate her in this manner was an utter failure.? Nudity became her natural state, and she was often more comfortable naked than clothed.? At times, I even had to remind her to put something on before leaving the house or answering the door.? I know that even today she would still prefer to remain naked than wear even the skimpiest of clothes.

The following year was when I really started training and treating her as a slave.? At home, she wasn't allowed to make any decisions of her own.? I would tell her when she could eat, drink, go to the bathroom, speak, stand or sit.? If she wanted to ask permission to speak, she had to indicate that desire by holding her hand in front of her mouth...and this only gave her permission to vocalize a request to speak, which I often did not grant.? A request to pee was made by squatting with her legs open and her hand cupped under her cunt; to ask permission to shit, she assumed the same position and grunted.? I still punished her, only now it was usually with a belt or switch directly on her cunt, or shoving something painfully up her ass.?? Everything she did had to be in my presence, whether it was using the toilet, getting dressed for school, or taking a drink of water.? If she felt the need to itch, she had to come to me and get permission.? Other than those acts necessary for her to do at school, every aspect of her life was now being controlled by me.

I extended her toilet training, too, having her hold my penis for me while I peed, then licking the head clean after I was done.? Of course, if her aim was off at all and I splattered on the toilet seat (or anywhere else), she was required to clean that up, too. Towards the end of the school year, I also started making her kneel at my feet while I defecated, setting as one of her chores the wiping of my ass afterwards.? Eventually, she became my personal urinal, swallowing my piss as I deposited it in her mouth, but that wouldn't happen for a couple of years yet.

With the start of the tenth grade, I denied her the use of undergarments altogether, even at school.? She was allowed to wear nothing but knee‑length or shorter dresses, white ankle socks and shoes.? Anywhere except school she went barefoot, unless shoes were required.? She had only one pair of socks, and I let her hand‑wash them just once a week, on the weekend.? At bedtime, I would stuff the smelly socks into her mouth and tie them in place, then bind her hands behind her back. She slept completely naked, of course.? Sometimes I=d tie her ankles to the bedposts, other times not.? She had neither linen nor pillow on her bed, just a single Army surplus wool blanket, and her bedroom door remained open at all times.? If I=d not let her pee before bed, I=d lay out a rubber sheet under her before laying her down to protect the mattress.? Carolyn knew she was expected to wet the bed early, and spend the entire night laying in the puddle of urine on those nights. She also knew she=d not be bathing in the morning, either.? Oh, the looks she got when she showed up at school smelling like piss was so degrading for her!

Now, being a fairly intelligent person, you=re probably asking yourself why our parents weren't noticing all this. The answer is quite simple: We had very little adult supervision.? Our mother left when we were four; Dad owned his own business, and worked very hard to provide for us.? A child of the Great Depression, he valued the dollar more than anyone I ever knew, and to me it seemed like making money was more important to him than spending time with his children.? I understand now that having been raised poor, he wanted better for his children.? Just because he wasn't always there didn't mean he didn't care about us, but based on what I've learned about his own childhood, I think he may just not have known how to relate to children.? After all, he had to quit school in the fifth grade in order to help his family out; his education didn't resume until he entered the Army during World War II.

When we were younger, Dad would arrange for someone to be there when we got home from school.? Most of the sitters he hired tended to spend more time watching TV or talking on their boyfriends on the phone than looking after us, though. The average sitter would last a few weeks at most, but that all ended when he came home early one day and found the new one passed out on the floor, a baggie of drugs on the coffee table next to her. I was finally able to convince Dad that we were old enough to take care of ourselves.? He was always there when we got up in the morning anyway, so he could make sure we got off to school, and we had homework that usually took us until dinnertime in the afternoon.? Surprisingly, he agreed, and suddenly I had the opportunity to extend my domination over Carolyn to nearly full‑time.

We both received small allowances each month; Carolyn always turned hers over to me, and I never spent a penny of it.? Now, though, it was time for her to start buying things.? Each month, I=d give her a shopping list of items I expected her to purchase.? First on the list was her new after‑school outfit:? a pink dog collar, a matching leash, and a pair or cheap plastic 6" costume heels I=d seen at the dollar store.? The following month, it was a supply of makeup and a tag for her collar, which ASlave Carolyn@ on one side, and AProperty of@ followed by my name on the other.? She couldn't wear makeup at school yet ? it was against the school dress code - but I had her practice every day at home.? I=d have her slather lipstick and eye shadow on her face until she looked like a street corner whore, then make her clean it off and start all over again.? I took pages out of men=s magazines, and had her practice looking like the centerfold sluts.

This was also when I started using her sexually, as well.? I found a book on oral sex in the bargain bin at a thrift store; it had apparently been place there by mistake.? It didn't really contain all that much detail, but the photos were invaluable to me.? I poured over it, made Carolyn study it, then tried out the techniques.? It took her some time, but she was eventually able to take my entire cock mouth.? I usually fucked her mouth three times a day ‑ one in the morning, one after school, and another at bedtime.? At first I let Carolyn have an orgasm for each of mine, but quickly discovered that she=d be more eager to please me if I let her go without for a few days.? So I started rationing her orgasms and limiting her to just a couple a week.? Sometimes, though, if I wasn't particularly pleased with her, I=d make her go without for a longer period of time.? Since she had little to no privacy from me, restricting her ability to cum wasn't all that hard.? After three or four days, she was usually even more compliant than normal, and after a week, would offer to do the most outrageous things just for the privilege of a single orgasm.? Sometimes I took her up on her offer ‑ once time she French kissed the neighbor=s dog ‑ but even then, I seldom gave her the release she so desperately needed.

Because she would be required to dress out for gym class each day, it would be necessary for her to wear undergarments.? The day before school began, I took her to the scrungiest second‑hand store in town and picked out a pair of threadbare cotton panties and a bra with worn‑out straps for her.? Carolyn was only allowed to wear them for P.E., so I had her keep them in her gym locker.? I never let her bring them home, so by the end of the year, they were torn, filthy and stiff from the accumulated sweat and other body fluids.? Since she had gym right after lunch, she usually had time to get into the locker room before the other girls showed up.? Every so often, though, I=d delay her ‑ usually by getting a blow job in the bushes behind the shop building ‑ so that she=d have to risk the other girls seeing her.? Most of her classmates already had their suspicions about her, so I don=t think her not‑so‑secret becoming common knowledge would have changed much.

I added a new twist to her dress code that year, making her wear a red scarf around her neck during her period.? It took a while, but some of the girls finally figured it out, and soon word was passed to the whole school...Carolyn is wearing red...she's on rag!.? It was deathly embarrassing to her, and totally amusing for me.? Other than the scarf and being able to wear undergarments for gym, her dress code remained the same.? She wore nothing but above-the-knee dresses, socks and shoes.?

There were a number of other rules I instituted, as well.? First and foremost, she was not allowed to speak to any other male except a teacher or faculty member, and then only in response to a question.? When spoken to by me or a male teacher, she was to keep her eyes lowered submissively (the teachers thought she was just shy) and respond in a soft, demure voice, with Asir@ being the first or last word out of her mouth. Her knees were never allowed to touch each other, and she had to sit with her bare ass on her chair seat. She was not allowed to use the toilets at school.? If there was an emergency, she would come to me and I=d let her squat on the dirt behind the shop building.? If she changed tampons at school, she had to keep soiled one with her until she could dispose of it at home.? I can still remember the first time I made her walk home, carrying the wet, bloody tampon in her mouth.? She wretched the entire way, finally vomiting on the back steps of the house.

Because of the way she dressed and acted, she quickly became a pariah.? She had no friends, and not just because I didn't permit her to have any. The boys and girls both considered a freak, making her the butt of jokes and many rude, often obscene comments.? My friends would talk to me about her, but I=d just dismiss their comments with a shrug.? They knew I was one of the best students in school, while Carolyn lagged at the bottom of the class.? It wasn't because she was stupid; she was just as intelligent as me.? No, the reason she did so poorly in school is because I forbade her from doing any studying, and punished her for every test in which she scored a B or better. She also knew each D or F would mean I=d grant her one favor ‑ her favorite thing was for me to give her oral sex ‑ so she tried her best - or least - on her tests.? Her future was going to be as someone=s property, and she didn't need to know much more than wash, clean, cook and fuck.? Reading a cookbook was important; being able to recite the Preamble to the Constitution, understanding Siddhartha, and knowing how to graph an inequality, simply were not things she needed to be skilled at.

It was about this time ‑ just before the end of our sophomore year ‑ that Dad found out what has going on.?? The day that happened, I just knew my life was going to come to an end.?

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Part one https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-55770Part Two https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-part-2-56377Part Three https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-part-three-906359(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)The initial buzz of seeing my name printed at the...

Dun and Dusted Part 3 Book 7 of Poachers ProgressChapter 4 Slavery and slaver

“There, on the horizon – India.” Captain Hands pointed to our left, larboard as sailors call it. I could barely make out the dark smudge but took his word for it. “Are we near Madras?” I asked, still peering at the supposed ‘land’. “No, we have another three days of sailing, and I will be spending most of the time on deck. It’s a tricky passage up the east coast of India. We have to navigate the Palk Strait, a narrow passage of water between India and Ceylon. The water is shallow with...

CONFESSIONS PT 1

CONFESSIONS PT 1These are confessions and stories people have sent me and some have their name but others are anonymous. Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do? Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 1BY ANONWhen I was in the Army I had a buddy who was living with a Korean woman while her husband was overseas for a year or so. The woman had a daughter about 7 y/o and a son around 9. My friend...

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CONFESSIONS PT 7These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECEIVED FROM VARIOUS READERS======I love reading the confessions you have posted. Like most of the confessions I to started sniffing dirty panties as a young teenager I started with my mothers and sisters and then...

Confessions of a Photographer Part Three

Part One https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-55770Part Two https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-part-2-56377(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)Most days were the same though my learning curve was fast and within a few months I was able to set up the studios for the different types of...

CONFESSIONS PT 9

CONFESSIONS PART 9======Yes, I do sometimes wear panties in public. I remember the first time. I wore a pair to school one day obviously I picked a day when we didn’t have gym class! I remember the thrill of it and the fear of being caught. I think I must have had a hard on all day! Now, to be honest, I wear them most of the time because I still love the softness and lightness of the material. Just plain black simple cotton ones - I must have a couple of dozen pairs. Sometime I do wear guy...

CONFESSIONS PT 6

CONFESSIONS PT 6These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERS======nice i had an older 20 something girl at work that would change in the girls bathroom but at the end of the day i was the last one out and went in the bathroom to see what goodies i...

Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt 610

Hi, if we haven’t met yet, my name is Cindy; I’m a cocksucking, dick-riding, pussy-eating, ass-fucking cum slut. And these are my confessions. My very first orgasm, and the half-dozen that followed, I climaxed while a cock spurted hot cum in my mouth and I fingered myself. The next 20 or 30 times I came, I was squatting in a glory hole, again with a series of cocks in my mouth, leaking precum or shooting a load down my throat while I fingered myself. In college, I lived in a dorm with a...

Confessions of a Loving Mother

I watched my mother looking through the window.She was in the kitchen washing the dishes on a weekend morning. She's a lawyer. Her schedule is always hectic. Often times she spends long hours in the office meeting with clients or writing legal briefs. If she had a courtroom appearance, she would spend her nights doing research on the computer and preparing for strenuous oral arguments. She has always been a naturally hard worker with a powerful drive to be successful.On the rare occasion that...

CONFESSIONS PT 2

CONFESSIONS Pt 2These are confessions and stories people have sent me and some have their name but others are anonymous. Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 14BY ANONok, here's my confession. As like all rest of my fellow pervs, I started liking panties at a very young age, at 11 I started jacking off to my sisiters panties and then my moms. How I loved...

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CONFESSIONS PT 3These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 31I was a spy that worked for peanuts. Literly. I was in first or second grade and shared a bedroom with my brother, Frank, who was in 6th grade. One night I saw him going up and down on his hard thingy while smelling our older sisters Panties and he...

Confessions 5 Alessandra fools Father Peter

Father Peter of St. Johns Cathedral in Duketown has a fame for tolerance of sexual sinsHis virtual girlfriends from the net flock from everywhere to do their Confessions at himAlessandra is a local girl, attending mass at Sundays sometimes, when I lead the ceremonyAlessandra prefers private talks though, sometimes she gets a bit too friendly with FatherAlessandra plays a great girlish game with her beloved spiritual Father PeterAlessandra has confessed earlier at me, always being very honest,...

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CONFESSIONS PT 4These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERSThat's hot use to sniff panty when youg stared with his moms. Cotton brief always nice thick pubes loved suckingon them use to get so hard watchin him sniff his moms then we use to use his...

Confessions 0 Maria 1

I meet Maria in here the net - she is still a shy virgin - we write a lot She takes her first steps along the long the road of learning to love sexShe hesitates between the Catholic ethics from her recent Convent schoolAnd the nice needs of her hot body as she sinfully plays her pretty pussyShe seeks my advise in all these delicate matters - so we write much more Peter plays her Spriritual Father for her hot Holy ConfessionsAs she no longer trusts the lustful questions of her parish priestshe...

Confessions Part 2

This is the part 2 of a story I am working on with WorkAlone. We will be alternating parts. I really hope you all enjoy this story. WorkAlone will be writing from the priest's point of view, and I will be writing from the girl's point of view. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it!! I walked into Mass thinking about the night before with my boyfriend. I had worn my favorite green dress and left my curly out of control red hair down for the night; just the way he liked it. We had stayed...

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CONFESSIONS PT 5

CONFESSIONS PT 5These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERS---I have never had a woman know about my love of panties. My ex wife would blow me but not swallow even when I showed her it wouldn't kill you. My present wife will not even kiss the tip...

Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt 16

Chapter 15 — John = = = = = = = = = = Hi. Cindy's been too busy to update her Confessions lately, so she asked me to catch you up. I'm John, by the way—I’m Cindy's agent, among other things. Cindy's an amazing young woman. She's also a horny, cum-swallowing, cocksucker—among her other fine qualities, as I'm sure she'd be the first to tell you. That's how I first met Cindy in fact: I pushed my cock through a hole in the wall of a darkened video booth, and she was a warm, wet...

Confessions of a Top Model Part Two

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Confessions of a Sexaholic

Los Angeles, California. February 2009. "People think it's tough to play a bipolar nympho, but I just played myself!" Several years ago, I said that in an award acceptance speech. There are those who still think I was kidding today. It was the truth, however. It wasn't a joke. I really am a bipolar sex maniac. Those who know appreciate it, for the most part. I need to introduce myself, don't I? The name's Isla Fisher. Occupation: actress, comedian, all around spreader of good humor....

Confessions of My Reflection

We lay there in his bed with the tangled juxtaposition of discovering a new lover. It is a moment filled with relief because here I am: living, breathing, actually even panting a bit on the other side of an anxiety-filled first encounter. Once again I did not turn into a pumpkin. My new lover is a gentle and caring man. No alien split out of his skin in the throes of orgasm.He treated my juices as a delicacy. I enjoyed his smells and sounds. In some ways, every lover is different and yet, in...

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Confessions 1 Karie as teen

Smart slender sexy lovely looking cute Karie is a blond beauty and a friend of a good friendShe tells me enigmatic erotic bits about her - I am curious - try to tease her with my messagesSuddenly she starts to respond, as I tell her about a confession I just took from a dear friendShe slowly starts to tell me the same sexy dirty details her hot pervy pychiatrist had demandedKarie is as shy, sexy and special in her sexualityKarie is a cute yummy young looking lovely cute blond beauty, barely...

Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore

Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore – you cannot be serious I hear you cry – well I am as I reflect on my life in dresses to date and some of my experiences which I am about to write about here as a memoirs of a life in dresses.So why use the term ‘hooker’ or ‘whore’ – well what I am about to relate from my current stage of life the memories are that upon reflection the meets I am about to relate felt more like me being a provider of sexual services and pleasure to people desperate...

Confessions

"Confession time!" I announced as I passed the bottle of wine my girlfriends and I were working on. "I wanna hear all about your deepest, darkest confessions! Make me forget that bastard that cheated on me!" I knocked back my third glass of wine and reached for the bottle after Nikki passed it back to me. All of the women sitting around the fire started to giggle and point fingers to one another, trying to get someone to confess. "Oh, all right, said Shana. "I'll go but you all have to promise...

Confessions of an English Maid 1937

Confessions of an English MaidbyJessie.London1937 CHAPTER 1During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closelyassociated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened toexplanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; theparticular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life ofshame. The usual story is one of seduction by a lover under theinevitable extenuating circumstance of "before I really knewanything," with the occasional variation,...

Confessions of Maria 1

Let us start with the most recent confession of Maria to Father Peter:M: I have tried hard to be a good girl in the last 24 hours. I went to church on Sunday morning and prayed on my knees for deliverance from sin. But on Sunday night I found myself trying on my school uniform and looking at the mirror.F: Did you remember how little you sinned when you last wore it?How much you´ve changed, my c***d! Today you were a good girl, Maria!At least you prayed in church today and took a break in...

Confessions of A Dancehall Ex Wife Part 10

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Confessions of a Small Town Girl 5

I was required to spend the night at the hospital the night of my injury. The doctors wanted to monitor me for twenty four hours because of my head injury. They gave me medicine to help me rest and rolled me to my room. While they were getting me ready, my parents went and checked into a hotel. The medicine made me very drowsy, but I can remember a young female nurse helping me undress. I can’t remember a lot about her, only that she was slender and had really big breast, and her nipples were...

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Confessions of a Man with a smalltiny cockpenis

Intended for the person who believes and knows for a fact he has a small penis. You are not ALONE.......................................................................I’ve been married for more than 2 years now. I consider myself to be really lucky to have a loving and supportive wife. She backs me up on everything whether it may be a crucial decision for my career to as simple as picking the right toaster at Walmart. She is more than what I deserve as I am not the perfect husband, I have my...

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CONFESSIONS PART 5 HUMILIATEDHi ever one, life was going on. In office when ever felt they had their chance, one of them will make me go to the store room. Now a day’s even during morning work hours. I have to go. passing managers table which is just outside next to the door way of the store room. I enter the room a wait for any of the three to come in. I will be waiting in between any of the racks. The one entering the room comes near me unzips his pants and takes his cock out for me to suck....

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CONFESSIONS Part 2 MY NEW JOB Hi, Continuation of my confession. Like I mentioned before, once I moved from my home town down south, I got a job in auditing firm. My job there was to up load accounts on the computer what others in the office have done manually. I also had to file income tax online for the customers. To do this along with me there are two others, assarudeen & Sheba. Our job was to file every account in the computer what others have finished during that day. The office...

Confessions 4 Blond beauty hot Helena

Unlike the first three tasty cunning confessions in my series, this is one from my own privacyWith blushes at my cheeks I tell the tasty tale of me and my sexy younger sibling, still so shyWe are back then young teens - hardly know anything about love lust tease or any sexy seductionTelling my true sweet sexy story emerged from an unexpected challenge by a sexy slim fresh friendWonderful woman wonders why I get wet hot and horny by watching tasty teens at the toiletA fresh female fine friend...

Confessions Crossing the Inlaw Line

There is a lot of risk and reward that I was willing to gamble as I walked into my motherinlaw’s home ready for sex... In the last confession, I admitted chatting with her as a stranger. Now my dick got the better of me and I was at her home with her masturbating on the bed thinking this other older man is coming over to roleplay as me and fuck her. The Fantasy into reality I guess is like a thirst. It’s a craving and a clear want for many people. Chatting with you horny xhampster members I’ve...

Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 6

Tenerife 2 My brother Tony and I had spent all day yesterday in various bars and clubs around the town near our hotel. It was a 14 hour drink fest and my big brother had paid for the lot. I think he felt a bit guilty about leaving me on my own the day before to see his Spanish friends. He didn’t need to, as I had a great day at the local nudist beach. (read Confessions from Mac the Flasher – A Serial Public Masturbator (2) ). I had woken with furry mouth that matched the feeling of...

Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter I’m 32 years old. What I haven’t mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. “No really!” I’m sure some of you may have thought or even said out loud. “No shit Sherlock, you do surprise us” But let me set the record straight here and now. I was married, but I’m now divorced. I was married to Carol for 2...

Confessions of a Taxi Driver Part 1

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Confessions of a Sex Crazy Cross Dresser

The Confessions of a Sex-Crazy Cross Dresser Book I: The incredible first few weeks Chapter 1: Panties Thief and the Late Night Swim My name is Sandy. My name is Tony. I know it sounds confusing, but when you are a cross dresser life is always confusing. Just the terminology alone to describe you…crossdresser or cross dresser? Transvestite, tranny, she-male and many other names used to describe people like me can make you confused. I prefer to be called a cross dresser and yes you can call me...

Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl Ties That Bind

Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl: Ties that Bind I’m a Lawyer. I’m very busy on most days, so when my roommate Nicole suggests I go on a blind date with her friend, I use work as an excuse. ‘You’re always working, I’m sure whatever it is can wait. Its just one night, Danielle,’ Nicole says in my ear as I’m sitting at my desk on the phone. ‘I don’t have time for a blind date, Nicole,’ I reply ‘Make time, fake a sick day, have a day for Danielle once in your life. You’re gonna lose your...

Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

Introduction: The Early Years ( Chapter 2 ) Girlfriends 1 It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter Im 32 years old. What I havent mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. No...

Confessions Of A Hussy Housewife Chapter 4

I’m up to four confessions now. Having returned and recovered from my trip, I was ready to try out something new. At the time of my next adventure I was teaching middle school. I began taking a close look at a few of the teachers there – I was glad to work with such hot men. Two particularly attractive men were the two boys’ coaches. They were young, fit, handsome black men. One was from Jamaica and the other from some island in the Caribbean. I would often talk to them after teacher meetings,...

Confessions of a Vietnamese girl part 1 Nha Trang

My name is Thanh, I'm a 24-year-young girl from Long Khanh, Viet Nam. I have long dark hair, quite a pale complexion (for a Southeast Asian woman), 1.56m small and around forty-five kilos. I live with my parents, a dog called Lucky and a couple of cats on the outskirts of a small town near Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). I'm earning my money as a merchandiser for a big company which is making shoes, bags and so on. Religion is also very important to me as I am a Catholic girl.I will tell you my...

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Confessions of a Vietnamese girl part 1 Nha Trang

My name is Thanh, I'm a 24-year-young girl from Long Khanh, Viet Nam. I have long dark hair, quite a pale complexion (for a Southeast Asian woman), 1.56m small and around forty-five kilos. I live with my parents, a dog called Lucky and a couple of cats on the outskirts of a small town near Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). I'm earning my money as a merchandiser for a big company which is making shoes, bags and so on. Religion is also very important to me as I am a Catholic girl.I will tell you my...

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Confessions to a Nun 2

https://xhamster.com/users/sistermeganConfessions to a NunJohnmdhWell sister, I hang around the local convent until the senior girls (18+) turn out. They are all gagging for sexual experience; I approach the dirtiest looking one and entice her into a nearby drinking den of iniquity. Then we head into the garden and dive into the nearest bushes. She is desperate to keep her hymen intact, so I start to rub my cock head on her swollen clitoris and chew her erect nipples. She lays belly down on the...

Confessions of a Top Model

Confessions of a Top Model Part One: Mums New Man(Please note the people mentioned in this story are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. This story contains explicit sexual descriptions and is aimed at the over 18’s by continuing reading you confirm you are over 18. No person or organisation has the right to copy this story to any other site)I was very young when I ran away from home. The story following is a chronicle of those things that happened to me on the...

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CONFESSIONS PART 4 TAKEN 2Hi, next day at office during morning tea break, usually tea is served to where we are working. We usually take this as a chance to talk with each other. Assar came near me and placed his mobile phone beside me, sheeba had gone to the rest room, and he told me to go through the picture files. I at once knew what was in store. pictures of me right from muthus’s hand holding from behind, to me being nude, my boobs, pussy, ass, I haven’t seen me nude in front of a mirror,...

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CONFESSIONS Part 3 TAKENDays were passing by; I was teasing Assarudeen when there was a chance. There were quite a few chances of nearly getting caught. Mostly Muthu he was keeping a close eye what was going on. Then one evening everyone was getting ready to go and leaving office while submitting their work to us. The office became quite, me along with sheeba & assarudeen were busy trying to finish our work for the day. Muthu came and told assarudeen to get some files summoned by the...

Confessions of a Taxi Driver

Another original story from me featuring a taxi driver and a passenger unable to pay her fare.Comments always welcome on [email protected] of a Taxi Driver I have always been a ‘tit man’ as my ex wife liked to put it. She herself was pretty busty being a slim size 10 and 34D when we married. But then as the years went by she became a size 18 and 44G, a little big in all directions, even for my tastes. But I have always liked to look at busty ladys whether in porn or...

Confessions of a Shemale Toilet slave

CONFESSIONS OF A SHE-MALE TOILET SLAVE CHAPTER 8 - TESTED AND FOUND WANTIN'...This is a short story about my first wife, about the day the World changed for me. When we married she was bi and a swinger, an older woman (40), and lot's of fun, I was young, barely 18, we swung all around town, her and her pretty boy. As soon as she got into my ass it was her friends using me, not her sharing her 'toys' with me... By the time we split up she was living as a hardcore biker dyke, and I was chained in...

CONFESSIONS 4

Confessions 4The Great Mother Daughter Swap My Aunt Dana and my mother have always been very close. My mother’s younger sister has always been a free spirit. My mom and her sister shared a sexual energy that was established at an early age. Growing up my mother and my aunt Dana were my grandfather’s special girls.Grandpa had started with his girls when they were young. At first it was more or less innocent fun. A touch would soon turn into a cuddle; a cuddle would soon turn into a kiss on the...

Confessions of a Young Bottom

Confessions of a Young BottomBy billy69boyMy name is Al. Looking back, I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the world. Here's my story:For starters, I was lucky enough to discover my life's calling at a young age. It all started out innocently enough: I had a friend who was a few years older than me. He was barely into his teens. We used to play down by the river after school: climbing trees, skipping stones, catching frogs…the usual things boys did together. One day he brought a porn...

CONFESSIONS A MOTHER SON TALE

Confessions Mother SonHow well I do remember the first time I came home and caught my older brother Lee on top of our mother. The sight of him going the town on that pussy will stay with me well into my old age. I must have been around sixteen the day I walked in on mom and Lee fucking. I had just started having sex with both of my parents a month or two prior to that late fall afternoon.I came home from school to fine the door to mom’s special room was half open, I noticed Lee’s school books...

Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl Ties That Bind

Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl: Ties that Bind I'm a Lawyer. I'm very busy on most days, so when my roommate Nicole suggests I go on a blind date with her friend, I use work as an excuse. "You're always working; I'm sure whatever it is can wait. Its just one night, Danielle," Nicole says in my ear as I'm sitting at my desk on the phone. "I don't have time for a blind date, Nicole," I reply "Make time, fake a sick day; have a day for Danielle once in your life. You're gonna lose your naughty...

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Confessions Of An Incestaholic 8211 Series 1 Episode 1

When I say “I love my girlfriend” and “I love my mom”, what is the difference? Is love just affection? Or is it affection plus lust? What is love exactly? When we say the phrase “to make love”, does it mean just the act of human coitus or does it mean the union between two soul mates? Isn’t love then being used in many different connotations leading to confusion. You have sex with your wife, it is ‘love’. You have sex with your mom, it is ‘incest’. Why the discrimination? Because no one knows...

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Confessions of a Catwoman

CONFESSIONS OF A CAT WOMAN By Natalie Wilde Someone once said that the life changing events will not come when you expect them but rather will sideswipe you on a Friday at 3 in the afternoon. Well for me that was true, except it was Thursday. And what seemed like a normal October afternoon would soon have major implications. I am writing this, as way to try and make sense of the things that have happened to me and how my life...

Confessions of A Lovestruck Sissy

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Confessions of a Photographer Part 2

Confessions of a Photographer Part 2(All names have been changed due to some being well known people)As I got ready for work that morning I thought about the events of yesterday. Though there was no more sex during the afternoon just straight work, learning about makeup and colours and of course poses. I knew that if I controlled my raging cock while the models were there I could possibly have a threesome with Christine and Susan. I couldn’t wait to get out the door. Arriving at the studio...

Confessions of a Photographer

Confessions of a PhotographerLike a lot of guys I love looking at the female form. Any shape and any age which comes in handy in my profession you see I am a professional photographer. I started when I was very young and an old box camera. At first it was just family pictures, landscapes and what I called impromptu photos. These often were just catching family and friends without them knowing it. By 18 I had progressed to developing my own pictures mostly black and white, this was easier...

Confessions Of A Submissive Cuckold

PART ONE – Confessions Of A Submissive Cuckold PREETHI – Discovering the purpose of my Life I guess it was always part of my nature to submit myself to the whims of the women in my life and I have always felt it come natural and agreeable at a psychological and physical level to let them make decisions for me. My mother has been the dominant matriarch of the house with my dad not having much say in the family and so she always decided when I’d play, what I’d wear, who my friends would be, what...

Confessions of a Libertine

Confessions of a Libertine I knew as soon as I saw her that she could see right into me. It would only be a matter of time before we got to the truth. She was married, with a kid, ambitious but bored, hungry for variety and excitement. She was liberated and liked women as much as men. She was wasted on her 'vanilla' loving husband. She knew about me. She understood completely. I could tell by the way she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could get away with, that...

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