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My mistress and I (BDSM) بقلم JonMadan
JonMadan
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My mistress and l is a point of view story format told from ivans perspective.
The Bad Guy بقلم Evan_Black_
Evan_Black_
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Ariandria works as a receptionist in Adam's company . She gets obsessed with him from the moment she sees him therefore she easily agrees to go on a date with him.she is not aware of the reality behind his handsome face....
The Way He Is بقلم its-the-hypophrenic
its-the-hypophrenic
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I'm gonna bang you on every furniture of my house babe" He whispered in my ear, I gulped and felt shivers down my spine. "your pants, they bother me take em off" He ordered I slowly slide it down my knees and took it off. Then he slided his hand between my legs "this is all mine, ARE WE CLEAR?" "y..yes sir" I said feeling frightened but I kinda liked it I guess.He likes to take control over and damn he does it goooood! "are you scared of me princess? " He smirked
Teacher Daddy بقلم HOW_TO_SAVE_A_LIFE
HOW_TO_SAVE_A_LIFE
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After Lola allowed her friend to introduce her into the bdsm lifestyle. She meets a man who who will educate and train her to be his submissive over the summer. Her senior year proceeds that summer and she is stunned to find out her dom is her teacher. They continue their time together and keep it under wraps. As love rises in their secrete relationship, so does issues.
The Daddy Dom بقلم CheyenneJoy1
CheyenneJoy1
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She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height. She swallowed. There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world. Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began: