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I have always been into feminism. Being a feminist does not mean that I am quite as radical as the other women in the movement. But I do have one radical purpose in life, and that is to make men my sex slaves.

It’s not that I hate men. On the contrary, I don’t think that I could live without them. But on the other hand, I live for the opportunity to have them serve me as their mistress. I haven’t had any trouble finding males to do my bidding. I’ve got a stable of four male slaves right now. They are only too happy to come to me on their knees and do everything that I command of them.

They know that their mistress craves satisfaction, and if she does not receive it, my puny slaves will fell my wrath. I don’t think that men are good for fucking a pussy. But they are good for sucking a pussy! A man’s tongue can do things that an ordinary penis cannot. It is more flexible, more able to dip deep for my buried cunt treasure. (more…)

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Take me. Take control of me….

After I am naked you lay me down on the huge four-poster. You take a smooth, silky, emerald green scarf and tie my wrists together. Holding my arms above my head, you whisper to me, “Submit.”

“No,” I say defiantly. I am in an uncooperative mood this evening.

You kiss me gently on the nose and say, “You’re in no position to deny me anything. You will submit to me–willingly or unwillingly.”

“Ha!” I snort. “Make me.” (more…)

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“Panties too” said her father, and then lay down across the bed.”

“Please dad, can’t I leave them on, it’ll hurt just as bad,” she pleaded, thinking how embarrassing it would be for her to have to expose her maturing body to her father.

“You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!” he exclaimed.

She certainly didn’t want that so she complied, removing her panties and draping her body across the bed.

“Legs apart,” he ordered, and she did as she was told.

SMACK!! The strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from Ann’s throat, OWWW! (more…)

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Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter the room and give the inevitable order to strip and lay across the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap landing across her Jennifer’s rear and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she remembered one of the many spankings she had received from her father many years ago.

She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked anymore. Ann’s father had just started allowing her to go out with some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home no later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time but never really worried about what might happen if she should be later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a week or so, after all, it had been almost 2 years since her last spanking. (more…)

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She didn’t know why he made her do this,but every week she did it. Their car was pulling into a large, circular driveway, and she gazed out at the rolling expanses of lawn surrounding the stately home.Her husband was silent, as he always was on this drive. She didn’t know who the man was that lived here, or what sort of hold he had over her husband. It dawned on her that she didn’t even know the man’s name. To her it was just ‘Sir’.

She was twenty-one years old, and they had been married for a year. She was a striking woman: 5′5″ tall, short-cropped brown hair and bright green eyes. Her firm, 38D breasts thrust out from her chest above a tight, narrow waist. Her skin was alabaster white, and her large brown nipples made a striking contrast against her white body. She had no pubic hair. Her husband paid to have her waxed; he thought she looked more naked that way.

They had been involved in a d/s relationship from the beginning. The first time she had been tied up and spanked, she loved it. Their bondage and discipline scenes had progressed a long way since that time, and even though he sometimes truly hurt her, she loved submitting to him, and she loved the intensity of the sex that followed. He, on the other hand, loved to see the resulting marks on her white skin; proof of her submission to him. (more…)

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Knowing that she now had complete control, Fay gave Rachel the order to strip. Let me see your body, ordered Fay! Slowly Rachel began to undress as Fay sat on the edge of the bed staring at the young athlete as her lithe body became visible. Rachel had a lean semi-muscular body, but she also wore a C-cup bra. Fay paid special attention to her breasts as Rachel dropped her bra to the floor. Nice tits, bitch, Fay said, now the panties. Finally down to just her lace panties, Rachel slid them off and was now standing totally naked under the direct gaze of Fay’s hot stare! Rachel had a very thick growth of curly blond pubic hair, but she kept it trimmed short and neat as she spent a lot of time in a bathing suit. Because of this the her lips of her pussy were easily open to observation, and being put on display made a shiver run through Rachel’s body. What she couldn’t hide was the moisture that was building up along the slit of her pussy. Fay reached out and ran her finger all over Rachel’s now leaking cunt. I love the smell of fresh pussy, said Fay. She stuck her finger into Rachel and then licked the juice off of her own hand! Rachel was now getting very turned on by the light touching being administered by Fay. Emboldened by her excitement she asked Fay if she could see her body.

Fay stood up and began a slow strip tease. Taking off her shirt, Fay revealed a braless chest that was small but very sexy with its large nipples. Rachel noticed that Fay did not shave under her arms, and she then was not surprised to see that her legs were also unshaven. The bikini panties that Fay wore did hardly anything to cover the thick dark growth of hair that stuck out around the legs and tops of her underwear. Exposing her crotch, revealed the hairiest pussy Rachel had ever seen! Just looking at it made her knees weaken with desire. (more…)

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Rachel was bone tired as she lay in the hot bath she had just drawn. Her whole body ached from the pounding it had taken in this afternoon’s practice. Rachel was a starting forward on a women’s professional basketball team out of Chicago, and Coach Jim Danvers had worked them to death after last night’s embarrassing home loss to Detroit. He had a right be upset! They really had stunk it up! The three hour practice had been an absolute killer. Tomorrow would be a lot easier, however, since they were only going to have a light shoot around and chalk talk to get ready for the next game against the Liberty Belles. After the shoot around they would get on a bus and head straight to the airport for their direct flight Philly. The season had turned into a grind, so the team was looking forward to a free night in the City of Brotherly Love.

The plane took off from O’Hare Field at exactly 1:00pm. The Big Windy was soon just a speck in the distance as the 737 charter headed east across Lake Michigan. It was only a two hour flight, so Rachel decided to catch up on some reading, while most of her teammates either watched the movie or slept. (more…)