Brenda's Bondage

Brenda dismounted her bike by the corner of the apartments.  She had just ridden 9.3 miles in the southern California heat.  She was one of those tall, muscular women who could be mistaken for a man.  Her shoulders were as wide as her hips, and her upper body was trim and muscular from lifting weights.  Her breasts were nicely shaped but not especially large.  Her lower half , legs and bottom, was all muscle, the result of daily bicycle riding.  Her hair was short and red, complimenting her green eyes.

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Playroom

Part 1

"It's not my place to be making decisions about how anyone else lives,
but I have to say that you're too young to be surrendering power to
another. You're at the stage where you need to be taking over your
life, making your own decisions. Once you've gained some more
experience, know more about yourself, and can confidently follow your
own desires, it may be right, for you, to surrender to another. But
not now."

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The Pet

I checked in with the staff when I arrived in the dormitory.  Most of our
pets were sleeping, including my favourite.  Several were writhing in
their restraints as they were stimulated according to their training
schedule.  My favourite was finishing her second two hour sleep cycle.

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Maid to Serve

`Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like
this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked
in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm
me.
   I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting
rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a
presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather
clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long

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Taught to be a slave

I'm rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in
America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's
just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..

           I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep
around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very,
very rich.

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Plaything

Plaything
by Scorpio00155(c)

"Come on Rita." my husband yelled up the stairs "the taxi will be here
soon."

Putting the final touches to my make-up I stood up and looked at
myself in the full length mirror, nodding I looked at my reflection
with approval, my trim body and heavy breasts filled out the black
evening dress nicely. The slit at the side of the skirt showed a good
amount of stockinged leg when I moved and my make-up enhanced all my
best features while hiding the few wrinkles I had developed after
thirty-three years.

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Sex, Slaves and Punishment - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 -- Coming Down

I never did like coming down. Not now, not when I was with the
firm, and definitely not when I was in the East. Damn, those were
some crazy wild ass years. The years all blur together, like
looking at a girl through the bottom of a whisky bottle.
Singapore, Hong Kong when it was wild, Bangkok. Damn Joy Town.
That hell hole really fucked me up. The plane was bumping,
groaning, rain streaked over the tiny porthole. Not even first
class. Worse, can't even get a decent drink. When you are on the

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Another Night at Emma's

It was a warm night in late April, a Monday, and Emma's was nearly empty.
Emma's is a dyke bar near the university and I spend a lot of time there. I
was sitting at the bar, nursing a bottle of Sam Adams while I chatted with
Ellie, the bartender.

A pretty college girl in shorts and sandals, a cute blonde with fabulous
legs, came in and asked for a glass of white wine. After Ellie served it
the blonde moved down the bar and smiled at me. "You're Laura, aren't you?"

I nodded and took a sip of beer. "Do I know you?"

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The Reporter

I was sitting in my usual spot in the last booth, working on a history
paper, when she came in. It was late April and I would be graduating from
college in less than three weeks. The paper I was working on was the last
one I'd ever write unless I decided to go on to grad school, something that
seemed fairly unlikely at the time. My name is Hanna Hill and I own a bar
called The Haven.

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