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I don't go into florist's very often, so I never paid any attention to the flower shop that was around the corner from my place. It was tucked between an empty storefront and another shop that repaired windows and mirrors, part of a string of little stores that had been carved out of the basements of a row of apartment buildings on Clark Street a long time ago. The front door was below street level, so you had to walk down a half-dozen steps or so to get to it. I never saw anyone coming in or out, so I didn't pay them any attention at all. They were invisible to me, a part of the street.

Then one morning waiting for the bus it occurred to me that this might be a great way to apologize to Mandy, who was still pretty upset about our last play session where I had used a crop on her for the first time. She hadn't liked it at all, and it looked like my attempts to turn her into a D/s partner were about to hit the same old brick wall as all my others. I'd apologized, but flowers wouldn't hurt. Besides, it was so convenient. I could just stop by the florist after work, order her some roses and have them sent over. It couldn't be easier.

It's pretty rare that I remember anything of what I was thinking in the morning by the time I get home, but this time I did, and as soon as I got off the bus I trotted down the stairs to the florist and walked in.

There was the hot, humid atmosphere of a green house and the overpowering smell of flowers. The scent was so thick that the air actually seemed viscous, but it was delicious for all that. It was a tiny place, and so crammed with flowers and plants that it took me a minute to find the counter. There was no one there that I could see, but I could hear a canary singing in the back.

"Hello?" I called.

A woman's voice called out from the back. "Be right with you!"

I stuck my face in a bunch of flowers, inhaling deeply. Outside it was grey and cold, but it was very nice in here.

She was about the same age as me, a woman just losing the bloom of youth and settling into a handsome maturity, her body still girlishly tight and lean. She had just enough lines to give her face some character, and her mousy brown hair was gathered into a ponytail. She wore jeans and a tee-shirt with a gray florist's smock thrown over that, and she filled it out quite nicely. Her pockets were filled with shears, pruners, string and other florist stuff, and as she entered the shop she was absorbed in applying a band aid to her finger. There were several band aids already on both hands..

"Hi," she said without looking up. "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to buy some flowers." I said.

"Sure."

She finished with the band aid and looked at me for the first time. Her eyes were dark, clear brown. She waved her bandaged hand in the air. "Sorry," she said. "I was cutting roses. The thorns always get me."

"You should wear gloves." I said.

"Gloves?" She raised her eyebrows, as if that were a novel idea. She smiled. "Yes. I suppose I should. Now what did you say about flowers?"

I bought a dozen red roses and told her where to have them sent, and she got them from the cooler: beautiful, long-stemmed flowers, with a scent that would be overpowering if it came from anything but a rose.

But the real story here wasn't the flowers I sent to Mandy. It was meeting Virginia for the first time. That was her name and she was the owner and sole proprietor. She'd been working around the corner from my apartment for five years without my knowing it at all.

She wasn't very busy that day--she was never really busy—and I was so amazed at having stumbled into this tropical hothouse in the slush of March in Chicago that I just stuck around a little bit. She didn't seem to mind, and was happy to stand at the counter and chat.

There was something about her that I liked immediately. She was very calm, very placid and self-possessed, but she wasn't at all cold or remote. like someone who had come through a very rough time and had discovered that she could survive on her own. She was pretty, and she could have been beautiful if she'd wanted to take the trouble. She was nicely built with visible curves that were apparent even beneath the shapeless smock she wore—athletic, yet with a way of holding herself that was wonderfully feminine, a natural grace.

I was divorced and pretty much recovered from the worst of it. I really was not looking for a long term relationship, but for the past year or so had been trying to find a partner with whom I could explore my sudden fascination with sexual dominance and submission, an interest that had appeared suddenly and unexpectedly a couple of months after I got back on my feet.

You don't have to be Sigmund Freud to come up with a theory of why a guy who's been dragged through the mud by a angry and determined harridan might find the idea of tying up a woman kind of appealing. At least that's the way I understood it at first. I figured it would pass.

But it didn't go away. It seemed to have taken a surprisingly firm grip on my imagination, to the point where I was haunting online chat rooms and actually purchasing equipment and gear. My attraction to D/s seemed to be deep and visceral and connected to feelings I'd had for as long as I could remember, and I began to wonder if my first analysis of my fascination had been right. Maybe this was more than a symbolic desire for revenge.

But I was finding it very hard to meet a woman who shared my interest in the slightest. I didn't have enough experience to approach people on the internet, and my attempts to broach the subject with the women I saw socially had all been failures, of which Mandy was just the latest. I didn't want to plunge into a D/s relationship all at once, body and soul. I just wanted to see what it was like. I just wanted to try it. It was very frustrating and discouraging.

So when I met Virginia I was just about ready to forget the whole thing. And without the curiosity about D/s to motivate me, I really wasn't very interested in finding a woman for female companionship. The pain of the failed marriage was still too sharp. So no bells started ringing, no rockets went off when I met her. It was nice to meet someone new in the neighborhood, and I liked her immediately.

Nothing might have come of it had it not been raining one morning a week or two later. It was a good, solid rain, partly frozen, and it was falling on the remains of the winter's snow, coating everything with sleet and turning the streets and sidewalks into swamps of freezing slush. A nasty, nasty day.

I was standing under my umbrella waiting for the bus when I heard someone call. I turned around and there was Virginia, waving out of the door of her shop. "Nice weather, huh?"

"Yeah. Beautiful." I said, smiling bitterly.

"Come on," she said. "You want to wait inside?"

"Christ yes!" I said, and I hurried over.

The shop was warm and as fragrant as it had been last time, and now there was the smell of something else too.

"Oh God! Is that coffee I smell?"

She laughed, and as she washed out a cup for me she asked, "How'd the flowers work out?"

"Great." I said. It was early and I still didn't have my wits about me, so I added. "Well, I guess you could say the operation was a success, but the patient died."

She handed me a cup of coffee and looked into my eyes with a directness and curiosity that surprised me. "She didn't like them?"

"Oh no, she liked them fine. It was me she couldn't stand."

She smiled ruefully. "Well, sorry. Too bad I can't give you a refund."

I laughed.

I let one bus go by, then another. It was a nasty day, everyone would be late for work, and it was nice in there with her, sitting in the tropical warmth and looking through the steamy window at the frozen misery outside. Virginia seemed happy for the company as she puttered around with her flowers, drink coffee, and took an occasional call..

The next day I stopped at the bakery and brought some rolls as a way of paying her back, and she invited me in again, pleased to see me. The coffee was already on. It didn't take long for this morning coffee to become a daily ritual. I'd bring some bagels or croissants on occasion, just to do my part, and though Virginia hardly ate them, she humored me and acted pleased.

After a while I started stopping in occasionally after work too on one pretext or another, and then I dropped the pretexts altogether. I became her one and only regular, and I'd sit on the stool she kept next to the counter surrounded by flowers--flowers bursting from vases, flowers cascading down from above, flowers laying in bunches on the counter.

It turned out that she lived right in the back of the store. That's how old the place was; it was built in the days when shopkeepers lived on the premises. She was a widow. Her husband had died a year or so before she opened the store; that's where she got the money. She never seemed to do much business, though she said most of her money came from supplying some of the local restaurants with fresh flowers and that's what paid the nut. Still a lot of it went unsold. When I left at night I could see piles of dead flowers out in the dumpster behind her place. That always made me sad.

I even started stopping in on Saturday. By then we were so close that she let me run the register, not that the opportunity arose that frequently, but I began to feel almost like her partner. If I was expecting a package or something, I'd have it sent to her shop. It gave me an extra excuse to drop in.

I was pretty hooked on her by now, and I figured she must feel the same way about me too. Why else would she put up with me? But the relationship seemed to stop at about arm's length and go no further, though by then I wanted it to. We were good friends and that's the way she seemed to want it. She just never showed that spark for me, that fire. It just never developed. It was like trying to push the wrong end of a magnet against another magnet. I could get so close and no closer, and I couldn't put my finger on the problem.

I asked her out a few times but she declined, gracefully, but with a smile that seemed to stop just this side of pity for me, as if she knew something that I—poor boy—would never know. After the third refusal I stopped asking her. I figured she must still be in mourning. That's what it felt like.

It was a windy evening in April with clouds scudding across the sky, casting moving shadows on the bare streets. Spring was in the air and there was that frantic, almost frightening feeling of life getting ready to burst out again, a feeling you only get in places that have severe and destroying winters. You could just feel things changing, the world accelerating. Even the flowers in the shop seemed unusually alive, their colors vivid.

I stopped by the shop when I got off the bus and found her arranging a centerpiece in the table against the back wall. In contrast to the feeling of activity outside, she seemed unusually tense, not her usual self.

"A package came for you today." she said. "It's behind the counter."

I wasn't expecting any package and didn't know what it could be. The return label said "Specialty Products, Inc." I shook it. It was fairly heavy, but something moved inside.

Virginia walked over, wiping her hands on her smock. "You might want to take that home to open it." she said.

I didn't understand.

She said: "I know that place. I used to order things from them too."

And then I remembered. Specialty Products was the dummy name used by a manufacturer of bondage equipment. There were whips inside. Handmade whips I had ordered weeks ago and totally forgotten about. My face got red.

"You did?"


She nodded.

I looked at her but she had turned back to the centerpiece and was cutting down roses, again wearing no gloves. Her hands were already covered with little red spots of blood.

"For Christ's sake, Virginia! Don’t you have any gloves to wear?"

She shrugged. "It doesn't bother me. It's the price you pay for working with roses. I almost like it, really."

She looked at her hands and then looked me.

And then I knew.

I saw it in her eyes and in her sad little smile and in the posture of her body. I couldn't believe it but I knew. I felt a thrill run up from my balls to my belly, but I had to be sure.

I cleared my throat. "Remember the first flowers I sent? The ones I sent to that girl?"


She nodded.

"I never told you about her. What the problem was between us, I mean."

"It's none of my business." she said.

"No, I guess not. But I'll tell you anyway. She was angry with me because I whipped her. I used a riding crop on her."

My words hung in the air for a moment. Virginia didn't miss a beat as she arranged the flowers. It was as I'd just told her that roses were red.

"A lot of women don't like that kind of thing." she said quietly.

"I know. And she was one of then. I was experimenting. It was something I wanted to try."

"You should have found someone who likes it." she said. "Some women do. Some women like it very much."

She looked at me and held my gaze long enough for me to see that the fire was still there. It was down to a smolder, but it was still there.

"My husband never understood." she said. "He tried for a while, but he just couldn't understand. And since he died?" she shrugged.

I got off of my stool and put my cup down. I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

"Do you miss it?"

She looked at me and gave me her rueful smile and nodded her head, and I felt something cold and hot start to spread through my body. We stood there looking at each other, our eyes locked together, negotiating without saying a word, reaching a perfect understanding. She wouldn’t be easy—her eyes told me that much—but she would show me, and she would be worth it

I walked over to her and took her arm and my knees felt weak.

I said: "Come on, Virginia. Let's go in the back."

Her eyes were down, unmoving, her hands still on the counter, but her shoulders were rising and falling with her breathing

"It's been so long." she said. "I'd given up. Even now, I don't know if I could."

I picked up her hands, holding them by the wrists, then turned them over and kissed them. All the little cuts, the little drops of blood, the scrapes. I kissed them, and then I found the fleshy part at the base of her thumb. I opened my teeth and bit down, not too hard, not thinking really. I bit down and she gasped and leaned into me. She let me bite her not looking at me. She tasted like blood and perfume and roses. When I finished I pressed her hands back against her body, holding her wrists tight. I pressed them hard and she pressed back, as if making herself small.

I held her against me, gripping her wrists almost to the point of hurting her, and she relaxed against me with a great sigh, as if a long and exhausting fight were finally over. She bent her head and rested it against my chest. ?Oh yes,? she breathed.

"Come in the back, Virginia."


"I've got to lock the door."

I watched the wild light outside the shop windows, the shadows running down the frigid street. She turned off the neon sign in the window and locked the front door. Somewhere outside I could hear a loose piece of metal banging in the gusting wind.

She walked past me without a word and led me into the back, where I’d never been. There was in a small apartment there with the same hot and humid atmosphere as the shop out front, the smell of flowers. We entered the living room: a television, a daybed, a table, some lamps, and flowers in vases everywhere.

Virginia stood in the middle of the floor. She took off her florists' smock and dropped it in a chair. She hadn't looked at me since I'd touched her, and her eyes were down now.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.

I had never done anything like this in my life. I had never seduced a woman like this: both of us sober and fully aware of what we were doing and why. My experience with D/s was almost entirely theoretical, and I don't have an especially assertive or domineering personality, so I find it hard to explain my actions that day.

"I want you to take off your clothes." I said.

Virginia stood for a moment in thought. I realized that the mere act of following my orders would have an emotional impact for her. She wasn't deciding whether to obey me or not, she was deciding whether to give in to her desires to obey me, to re-enter a world she'd been away from for so long.

Finally she turned away. She took off her tee-shirt, folded it, and set it down. She stepped out of her shoes, then opened her pants and slid them down over her hips and slipped out of them. She folded her pants and laid them down on the chair.

She turned to me in her bra and panties and her socks., She didn't look at me. She had made her decision and had put herself in my hands. She was focused on her own feelings.

Time seemed unnaturally slow, prolonged. The air seemed thick and heavy. I was hard and I hadn't even noticed it. The feeling of power was intoxicating and yet felt vaguely silly or unreal, as if she might suddenly quit the game and we'd laugh about it. But she had no intention of quitting now.

I had just told her what to do and she had done it, but at the same time, it had hardly been me speaking. It was someone else, some other part of me and when I realized this, I suddenly didn’t know what to do.

Virginia held her hands over her breasts as if cold, although we were both perspiring. The furnace for the building was just outside her door.

She must have seen that I didn't know what to do. She kept her head down and said: "I need you to hold me. I need you to push me against the wall."

I didn't know what she meant. I went to her and put my arms around her naked shoulders and held her awkwardly for a moment. Then I suddenly understood. I pushed her back a step, two steps, until she bumped into the wall, and I pressed my body against her, leaning my weight on her and trapping her. I caught her wrists in my hands and pressed them back against the wall, pinning her like that, holding her. I reached my face to her and she let me kiss her, and then she started to struggle.

She tried to free her arms but her strength was no match for mine. She broke the kiss and pushed at me, arching her back away from the wall for leverage. Her struggles were real, but they lacked the frantic desperation of someone really trying to get free. She could have bit me, could have kneed me in the groin, could have screamed or just told me to let her go and I would have, but she didn't. She just kept twisting and writhing, trying to get her arms free.

?No!? she said, and I knew she didn’t mean it. ?No! No! No!?

I realized it was something she had to do. She had to struggle and try her strength against me, feel me use my strength against her. It excited her. It was part of the ritual. She wanted to know that I was serious, that I wanted her that much that I was willing to take her.

?No,? she gasped. ?I won’t! You can’t make me!?

It was a tense and strangely subdued struggle, no screaming, no cursing or crying. I held her there as she twisted and tugged, and all the time she was getting more and more aroused. Her hair fell into her face and her breasts began to slip out of her bra. Still she persisted, grimacing and grunting a little with the effort, arching her body off the wall, until finally she was exhausted and I felt her relax.

We stood like that while she caught her breath. I leaned my head against the wall next to hers, still holding her wrists. I was panting myself but it was not all from exertion. She lifted her face to me, her lips open, and I kissed her. There was surrender in her kiss. There was something beseeching in the way she accepted my tongue, a kind of willingness that intoxicated me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I felt powerful and masculine. I felt virile.

I had a glimpse of sanity for a minute, and I couldn't believe what I saw. What was I doing? I was overcome with sudden embarrassment and I let go of her wrists. But if I were trying to regain some control over myself, Virginia was not. She was flushed with excitement and she stepped over to the daybed, knelt down, and dragged out a cardboard box. I could see it was filled with rope and chain and leather implements.

I was shocked. The thought of her having this stuff hidden in her living room bewildered me, and my face showed my surprise.

"Isn’t this what you want?" she asked. It was obvious that this was what she wanted. She was a different person; her eyes had a gleam I had never seen there before. She was more excited than I was.

"Isn't this crazy?" she said, suddenly her old self again. She handed me a pair of leather cuffs. "Can you believe that I even have to use this stuff when I masturbate? No, other wrist."

She held out her hands and showed me how to buckle the cuffs, then she went back to the box and searched for something else.

She came up with a chromed clip which she gave to me. Her hand was shaking.

"Hurry!" she said. She put her hands behind her back.

In a daze I fastened her wrists together, passing the clip through the rings in the cuffs. As soon as I had them together Virginia tugged hard on the cuffs. She had slipped back into her submissive persona.

"Oh yes!" she whispered, remembering how good it felt. "Oh yes!"

She awkwardly got down on her knees in front of me, her head bowed, her fingers clenched into fists behind her.

I had stood by passively throughout this whole thing, as if I were drunk and couldn't understand what was going on, but now as she kneeled at my feet, I felt as though I'd just been injected with pure testosterone. I didn't know what to do first.

I've heard that the hardest maneuver for an army is to keep order in pursuit of a retreating army. Something about seeing an enemy retreating sets off an urge to kill and destroy in a soldier that is almost irresistible, and that retreat can turn into a bloody rout, a slaughter.

Maybe something like that happens sexually too, because seeing Virginia on her knees before me with her hands fastened behind her back, her head down in submission, set off an urge to dominate and take control of her that just shocked me. I'd never experienced anything like it in my life, like a surge of hormones, a rush of power that actually embarrassed me. I felt blood swelling my muscles, my cock seemed to throb and grow, and I tingled from my balls to the pit of my stomach. I felt like I could fuck the world.

I pulled down my zipper and opened my pants. I pushed them and my shorts together down over my hips, then I stood there with my legs spread and my cock standing up.

Virginia looked up at me from under her brows and her eyes were intense, focused. Her mouth was open slightly and she seemed to have the faintest smile on her lips, but I couldn't be sure. That sense of composure and equanimity she had always shown in the shop was definitely gone. She was a totally different person now, waiting at my feet.

The words just came out of my mouth. "Suck me."

I was almost shuddering with excitement as she raised her face and opened her mouth. She rose up on her knees to capture me between her lips, then I pushed my hips forward and she let me slide inside. I closed my eyes at the exquisite wetness and heat of her mouth, and then I felt her start to draw on me, draw me into her mouth.

I groaned and put my hands on her head, tangled my hands in her hair, and that seemed to set her off. She suddenly gulped me down, swallowing, forcing me into her throat as if she couldn’t get enough. She took me down as far as she could, then held me. there, her breath loud through her flared nostrils. The head of my cock hit the back of her throat and she forced herself to swallow so that her throat closed on me, giving me the most intense sensations. Then she drew her head back slowly, letting my pole emerge, shiny and covered with saliva and mucus. She waited for a moment, catching her breath, then she swallowed me again, impaling herself on my tool.

All the while her head was turning, twisting, as is she were trying to scratch the back of her throat with me. Her hands tugged and pulled against the bonds. She was not trying to get free: she was feeling how much she was bound and defenseless, and the hotter I became, the harder she worked at the cuffs.

She wasn't going fast enough for me. I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her face, holding her head against me as she groaned in encouragement. I didn't know how this could be the same woman I knew from the front of the shop. There seemed to be no connection. The calm, placid Virginia from the front, this submissive whore in the back.

I couldn't come in her mouth like this. It was all too bizarre. It was all happening too fast. I pulled out of her mouth and stood there holding her away from my dripping cock, breathing hard.

"No." I said. "No not like this."

She looked up at me

"Do me now." she said. "I'll show you what to do. Please! In the box. There's a whip, a crop"

I reached into the box and quickly rummaged around until I found a riding crop. Just the kind I had used on Mandy.

Her eyes lit up and she rose up on her knees..

"Help me," she said. "Put me on the bed!"

I realized that with her arms bound behind her she couldn't get up off her knees, so I took her arm and pulled her over to the bed and she threw her upper body on it, her knees still on the floor.

"My ass." she said. "Hit me on my ass."

My only experience with a whip had been the ill-fated attempt with Mandy. Still, how hard could it be? I raised the crop and rapped it across Virginia's panties.

"Harder!" she said. "Harder! And get rid of these!"

I pulled down her panties and saw the pink mark where I'd hit her. I raised the crop again and brought it down harder this time on her naked flesh. The noise made me wince.

"Harder! Harder!"

I put some strength into it and it sounded like a pistol shot as it cracked across her buttocks. Virginia pushed her face into the bed and yelled with a savagery that stunned me. She wiggled her ass for more.

"Yes! Like that! Just like that!"

I hit her again, then again, and she lifted her face off the bed just long enough to say, "Don't stop! Just like that. Steady. Keep it steady like that."

I whipped her with a slow, steady rhythm—whipped her like an animal, a bitch—aiming my blows up and down the roundness of her buttocks, watching her pretty ass turn redder and redder as the welts appeared. Her cries and her gasps inflamed me and I had to work to restrain myself, not to hit her harder. That sexy ass, her pussy peaking out from between her thighs was more than I could stand.  It seemed to be the rhythm that did it, and soon her yelps and grunts fused into one long, steady moan, and she began humping her hips against the daybed, up for the whip, then down into the bed, grinding her pussy hard against it.

She began to pick up the pace and I followed along with her, bringing the crop down whenever she lifted her ass. Her humping became more frantic, her hands twisted in the bonds, her ass clenched tightly as she ground herself into the daybed, and I realized that she was going to come.

"Yes" Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted as I whipped her. The pace accelerated, faster and faster. Her ass was red, her face was red, I was seeing everything through a haze of red lust. Her grinding was constant now, hot hungry circles against the edge of the bed. I could see her muscles contract and shake with effort as she reached for her climax.

"Oh God oh God oh God!" she murmured, her ass shaking as her thighs began to quiver. She raised her head, opened her mouth and screamed, her body going rigid as she came, the tendons in her neck standing out, her arms shaking with the strain of the cuffs.

I dropped the whip and fell on top of her in my excitement, took her in my arms as she jerked and trembled through a massive orgasm. The feeling of her body twitching out of control was more than I could stand and I pulled her up onto the daybed, turning her onto her back. I pushed my pants down and kicked off my shoes.

She was still trembling from her orgasm as I took her, her cunt wet and tight. She just grunted softly as I entered, too weak to do anything else, and I lost myself in her, fucking her hard, savagely, on fire for her. She may as well have been unconscious for all the response she gave me, but I didn't care at that point. I felt like I possessed her, owned her. I'd never been so consumed with desire.

Without thinking I grabbed her ass to pull her up against me and I felt her buttocks—hot, striped with welts from the whipping. As soon as I touched her she sobbed in pain and shoved her cunt up hard at me. It was the feel of my hands on her flayed ass that did it; the pain. She went wild, fucking me, snarling and growling. She caught my chest in her teeth and bit me, hard, breaking the skin.

I pulled back but I didn't stop fucking her, driving my prick into her and squeezing her ass. I’d never seen a woman go so delirious for sex, and just when I felt my orgasm start she suddenly snapped tight, going rigid beneath me, and she made the most unearthly groan, a deep, shuddering sound that started in her chest and rose to the top of her head; a sound of total, primal satisfaction.

I couldn't stop. I exploded inside her with a howl of my own. I didn't recognize my voice but the come flooded out of me, poured out of me and shot into her trembling belly in spasms of masculine triumph and victory. She sobbed in submissive pleasure, legs spread wide, taking all I had to give.

You can't tell about people. You really can't. The most remarkable people turn out to be surprisingly shallow, only obsessed by one little thing that sets them apart from everyone else. Then the person you pass every day, the woman you meet in the shop, turns out to have secrets so deep you can never make out the bottom.

The invisible barrier that had been between us was gone. That insulating cocoon she'd carried around was just burned away in the fire of what we did, and she is now more passionate than any woman I've ever known, so passionate it can sometimes be frightening.

In all the time I've known her now, Virginia has offered no explanation or rationale for the way she is, and after trying to draw her out on my own, after trying to analyze her behavior in some way that makes sense to me, I've given up trying to explain it or understand it at all.

She wears gloves now when she handles roses. She finds her thorns some place else.

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Ecstasy, pure ecstasy! What was more, Lady Eleanor Kavanagh was a blow job extraordinaire. This wasn’t going through the motions; rather a blow job of the type of expertise he hadn’t witnessed before. Truth be told, he hadn’t had many women’s lips around his helmet much less ladies. This particular lady was good. Very good. Even using the words very good understates significantly her excellence in the cock sucking department.What Adams didn’t know, as is common when women marry into money, they...

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Lady Anns Holiday

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Two

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Lady Kavanagh Part 2

The milky whiteness was starting to return to the lady’s buttocks, Adams noted. The ruler would be the next instrument of humiliation. For her part, the pain Lady Eleanor Kavanagh felt was more in the head than on her sumptuous rump. She had endured the hand spanking, almost wincing more when she felt Adams erection on her lower tummy when she was draped across his knees than she had from the smacks from his right hand. She had almost cried out in indignation when the bastard had removed her...

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Lady Victoria Part 4 The Servants take their Revenge

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Lady Victoria Part 3 The Ladies Take Their Revenge

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Lady CharlotteChapter 9

Jenna had masturbated three times last night, each time forcing the ivory dildo between her thighs and each time clinging to the hard rod as if it were a real prick. She had an orgasm each time, but she was left wanting more. She desired to feel a man between her thighs. She barely said anything to Lord Michael, the carriage carrying them off to the mysterious location of the Flagellation Society. But she saw the way he looked at her, his eyes almost able to see through her clothes at her...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Thirty Six

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Seventeen

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty One

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Lady Victoria Part 2 Her Ladyship gets her just reward

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Nine

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Five

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Thirty Four

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Eighteen

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Lady Kavanagh Part 1

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Three

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Lady Emilys Guardian

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Lady Serpentine

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Lady Cecelia Ch 02 Pt 01

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Lady Rochester Ravished

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Lady CharlotteChapter 10

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Four

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Lady Sally Blackrook Victorian Adventress 2 Tormenting Technology

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Lady Ariadne Punishes

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LadyMan Love pt 3

I found something more last time here in Da Nang, a male who was a female, or trying to be: Bo, who worked in the hotel I stayed at, and she gave me a taste of the future with another – perhaps better person – and indirectly introduced me to a new world, new lovers, my first glory-hole, and a new passionate lifestyle, and I was back for more…. I had left Da Nang last time after having been delayed by a tropical storm for an extra two days, but in those two days I had a whirlwind –or even...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Five

Ever More Obsequious 1 The woman who would one day soon be the wife of Lord Richard Hurley, woke up early with a delicious smile on her face. She had a long hot bubble bath, loving the luxury of it then ate a tasty breakfast with her grandmamma out on the balcony, chatting excitedly about ideas for the wedding. Ann felt entirely happy; satisfied in a way she didn't remember ever feeling before, as though not only was life perfect for her now, but it always would be perfect...

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Lady Kathryns Punishment

Lady Kathryn?s Punishment  Synopsis  Found guilty of theft and lewd behaviour, Lady Kathryn is publicly whipped and demoted to servant status for a year whilst Margaret, her maid, is elevated to take her place.   Lady Kathryn?s Punishment  by obohobo   Warnings Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF Whipping  If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, c...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Twenty Six

To Be a Man 1 Burt delivered the second of two great metal cylinders filled with milk to the back of the hall and turned to go but stopped when he heard his name. "Burt! I want a word with you." He turned to see Powell, the butler, emerge from the kitchen doorway looking even more stern and unforgiving than he usually did. "Yes sir?" he said, remembering only belatedly a time when this man would have followed his orders to the letter, instead of now, where he was the...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Thirteen

Life of Luxury 1 When he woke up in his cramped little hotel room, Ann reached for his coat and slipped the little framed picture he'd found in the hay barn drawer out and looked at the image of his real face. His woman's face. Lady Ann. He just stared at it for a minute or so, eyes flicking from one detail to another. He didn't think about doing it; he just did it. The woman in the photograph looked so beautiful; her eyes so bright. Her skin looked so soft. Looking down at...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter One

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Lady Heathers Maid

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Thirty Two

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Lady Anns Brothel

The story below is based on an old Yahoo-chat environment long-since shut down. It was known as Lady Ann's Brothel, and I learned how to role play, as well as enjoy cyber-sex there. I spent a few years in the place and made a great many friends, a couple of whom I still get to stay in touch with, thankfully, but in SecondLife, instead of other chat rooms. If anyone from Lady Ann's ever reads this, they'll understand the conclusion of this chapter.As with my other works, I have posted this to...

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Lady Abused

The old house was way out in the country and I lived the by myself and that’s the way I liked it. I turned off the dirt county road and into the wagon trail driveway. I wondered if the mail had come and when I looked at the mailbox I saw a something on the ground in front of the post, kinda hid in the weeds. I got out and leaned over to pull what ever it was out of there. It was a pile of dirty magazines. My dirty magazines. Some of my best and filthiest porno that I looked at...

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Lady Anns Greatly Extended Holiday Chapter Nineteen

Taking Instruction 1 The filthy stable hand who once, only recently, had been the beautiful Lady Ann Neville, came slowly awake to the stench of manure. He was lying curled up tightly on the floor of one of the stable pens, freezing cold and aching from a night on the hard floor, a great pile of freshly steaming horse dung only inches from his nose. He shuddered. Surely it wasn't possible that this was really happening; that he was still stuck in Burt Harper's body; that he'd...

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