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Le Donjon de Natacha,
Le donjon de Natacha, Depuis longtemps, j'adore porter de la lingerie car cela me procure toujours autant d'excitation de me contempler en femme devant ma glace. J'ai appris depuis longtemps à mémoriser les gestes et attitudes féminines en étant perchée sur mes escarpins. Je sais aussi me maq... Read full Story
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The formidable weapon of women
five ears of marriage, my desire for my wife having greatly diminished, she decided to take control of my sexuality. A female association transformed her in a few months into a perfect dominatrix both physically and cerebrally. Every night before bed, she approaches me, dressed in a latex comb... Read full Story
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Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 11
Denise lay in the trunk of the car, her legs tied together with rubber straps waiting patiently to see what would become of her. She had long since relinquished all control over her own life and knowing that she was just useless sissy-slut made it easy to accept that whatever was done to her was pro... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 10
Debbie might have lived out the rest of her life if it hadn't been for some events, which started back at Mistress' mansion. Several years after selling Debbie, Mistress Helen Chamberlain still ran her ruthless slaving operation. Giselle was still her favorite slave, constantly restrained and regula... Read full Story
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My Orgasm at work
I finally found my sexual fantasy come true at work. I always fantasize about one of my female co-workers (and sometimes all of them) dominating me, pegging me, brutalizing me. That every time they walk by my office, they would pour their coffee on my floor next to my feet and i'll get on my knee... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 9
It soon turned out that Debbie wasn't destined to spend the rest of her life as a whore. As she returned to the apartment one night one of Mistress' men was waiting for her. She had only just opened the door, when without a word he cuffed her hands behind her back, gagged her and put a collar and le... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 4
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... Read full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... Read full Story
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Candy Pink Part 2
Chapter 4 My parents had a letter shortly after from the headmaster Mr. James Allen. I was to head out to CA before the start of winter term to get settled into the dorms and go through orientation. The letter said I should be there no later than December 1st and that they would arrange for me to... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 13
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... Read full Story
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I Give Up
The following story is the first of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. It is thematically similar others that I have submitted but has a larger narrative arc. I hope you enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone h... Read full Story