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Identity Ch. 01
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile. I haven’t written part two yet, but if I get enough e-mails showing a desire for it, I’ll write it soon. * Kevin felt himself get an erection as he looked at his now safely anonymous friend. He’d left the lounge to fetch a few items while she got changed. Now he’d returned, he finally realised just how breathtaking her transformation was. She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit. The only…
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I Love You Mr. O’Brady
I am unable to foresee the future of Amy and Aiden at present. But I had to write something in the meanwhile that would help me in some way. Thank you for all the feedback. It warms my heart! The following story is about how after a long day, a couple find their love. Please show love and all feedback and suggestions are appreciated! ***** “Urgh!” I bit out sitting on front of my laptop, trying hard to make this thing work! For the fifteenth time the screen was yelling ‘parameters inadequate!’ I tangled my hands in my hair and put my head down on the table. The familiar sound…
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i am a Good Girl
Capitalization errors are intended. * Kneeling silently, arms hanging down, palms on my knees. i can feel my hair caressing my cheeks, my back, my breasts. He likes my hair down, though it will soon be up and out of the way for what is to come. i sway gently back and forth for balance. It is for Master that i wait. my deep breathing causes my breasts to rise and fall. i am not to speak, or do until i am told to. i study what is in front of me while i wait. i can see between my breasts to my clean shaven pussy. When i gaze upon…
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How to Heal a Broken Heart
These wounds that she was nursing almost resembled a broken heart. She didn’t like to think of it that way. But here she was months later still licking her bruised ego and failing to convince herself that there wasn’t something inside her scattered into pieces. She hadn’t known he was a heartbreaker until that moment when he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. It was there in the act of his fingers slowly but confidently fumbling to undo each button. No one had ever stripped her like that. Like she was a prize to be slowly savored and enjoyed but also as if she was utterly…
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House of Pain Ch. 07-08
Chapter 7 The stage is different this time; it is better lit; there’s no music playing. “Gentlemen — in today’s demonstration we are going to talk about how you can whip your submissive in such a way so she is in plenty of pain, but can still be available for play the next day.” I keep my eyes lowered. Somewhere in the audience is Doug, and because I know that, I can’t tune the audience out. I’m wearing black panties, a black bra. Nothing fancy; there’s no theatre to this event. “First, up, the flogger…” John pushes my panties down my hips efficiently; removes my bra, and loads me into…
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Honeymoon
The second suitcase packed, Emma plopped down on the bed. I finished looking around the hotel suite, making sure we weren’t forgetting anything. Main room – check. Bathroom – check. Balcony – check. Bedroom – check. Just our bags in here. And Emma, of course. I smiled at her. It was hard to believe our honeymoon was coming to an end. Only an hour or so before the taxi would be here to take us away from our little island paradise, to our flight back to the real world. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to Emma. She smiled at me. Still beautiful as ever. Chin-length…
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His for a Night
I saw her the first time in Bloomingdales, in the shoe department. I was looking for a new set of pumps to go with my fushia suit and she and I were the only one’s there besides the clerk, who was flitting back and forth between us. I hardly noticed her until I felt her next me, her hand lightly touching my arm. “That one”, she said, pointing to the one in my right hand. “The color is perfect with your suit.” That’s all she said and she walked back to the counters without saying a word. She was right though, I thought as I looked at the two shoes…
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High Point
Saturday, and September’s first wild winds had slammed into the coast, bringing with them a washout of a weekend. The couple’s outside plans had withered and died as the storm loomed on the weather maps. The crash of waves were swapped for rain hammering against window panes, picnic blankets for fleece ones, cuddles on the beach for snuggles on the sofa. They’d even drifted off together that afternoon, the talkshow radio soporific to him, the rise and fall of his chest to her. That evening the fast dying autumn light became obvious to them both, heavy dark grey skies accentuating that inevitable change of the seasons. They’d closed their curtains…
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Her Place Renewed
He places his foot on my ass as I am trying to crawl away from him, and pushes me hard down where I am laying on my belly on the floor. The wooden floor cold on my naked body as tears stream down my face. He places his foot on my lower back letting me know not to move. “Open your mouth you little slut. You think you can talk to me like that?” His voice surprisingly calm for the harsh words that stabbed into my heart. Reluctantly I open my mouth and he forces the ball gag roughly in. I know better than to fight him. I was wrong…
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Her Dom Ch. 03
The lights illuminated a room full of…well, if she were to be honest, items that looked like they would be at home in the Marquis de Sade’s dungeon. Two heavy wooden beams in the shape of an X with cuffs at each end of the beams…restraints dangling from the ceiling…whips and canes hanging from the walls…padded sawhorses with thick leather straps attached to chains…her eyes roamed all over the room, getting wider and wider with each new item registered on her consciousness. A squeak escaped from her lips and He looked at her. A fleeting look of compassion crossed His face, so fleeting that she questioned whether or not it…