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Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 7
At the academy Denise and the others immediately resumed their old routines. The training for the second year slaves had started a few weeks before the new batch of sissies arrived at the academy. Not many new elements were introduced in the training as the second year was mostly about perfecting th... Read full Story
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David to Dee
"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies." He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyo... Read full Story
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Vengeance is sweet
What a warm day. Really hot, perhaps even the camels fainted in the zoo because of the heat. The thermometer reached 35°C that day. At these temperatures people usually aren’t up to do anything. So did I, because I sat together with Claude in his front yard. We were both sitting on our bea... Read full Story
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Kimberly Wilder: An Assessment Part 2
In my survey of well over 250 of Kimberly Wilder's wild femdom drawings, in which wayward young shemales, rather than females, are the subjects of the dominant women (and, sometimes, transwomen) who appear in her fabulous art, I find that the sexual acts, which are usually performed on the part of t... Read full Story
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Unique Misadventure
I always felt I was one to walk in a path of two worlds. both parallel and at at times, they cross and go there seperate ways within me. it can be stronger then others, but in all cases.... I always felt feminine by nature, lacking a dominate soul I suppose. it felt more natural, and in luck or fate... 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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Aunt Cindy's Bizarre World
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 2
There were no clocks and no windows in the dungeon, so Debbie (as she thought of herself after a long night of pain, lust and confused thoughts) couldn't really tell that it was morning. But she assumed it was morning when Mistress came back. Debbie's walk was still perfect even after walking around... 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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A Game within a Game Part 3
A letter. Rob decided, after cooling down a bit from his anger which Jenny's visit had given him, to do a short survey on the things she had left. First he checked their bedroom, and like Jenny said, she didn't take anything of her make-up. He rummaged through her belongings and wasn't sure he wa... Read full Story
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Admissions
I closed my eyes. I knew what I wanted to say, but was unsure I could get the words out. The silence on the other end of the phone began to become chilling. Finally, incredibly patronizing, "You wanted to make another tape of me dominating the hell out of you, didn't you Steven!" "... Read full Story