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A happily married Femdom couple engage in some play

Mistress Bonnie was not a woman of many words—but when she spoke, her voice curled like smoke around the mind, lingering and demanding attention. She moved with a quiet, deliberate grace that sent her slave, Oz, into stillness each time she entered a room. His training was ongoing, and though he had come far since she owned him, he still had much to learn.

It was just another Tuesday. Little did he know it would change his life forever.

A young man meets a woman with with a dark secret.

Submission begins as an accident and becomes a release.

Chapter one Several years ago I was in a female-led relationship with a woman I shall call Danielle. We decided to hold a small dinner party at my house that was tucked away on 23 acres deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. Danielle invited three of her fem-domme friends, and I serves as chef, waiter, bartender, and sommelier. Danielle and I decided that it would be fun if after dinner, I would mess up her drink order, giving her an opportunity to punish her pet in front of the guests

It’s called “jailbreaking:” that’s when you modify your smartphone to accept software that is not intended to be there. What Eileen was doing was beyond that. She had the back off, was looking through a magnifying glass mounted on a stand and had a soldering iron in her hand. She was removing some leads and putting another chip into the phone.

well-horsed wenchs partake of sword play of another kind

she was the stranger that filled his night:There’s someone on the balcony. It isn’t possible, but there she is, and it is most clearly a she, her body silhouetted by the glow of the city. She enters the apartment, gliding with a sleek elegance, and steps into the glow of the lamp, looking down at me sprawled on the floor. Her skin is the color of cool milky marble, her long straight hair raven black. She looks slightly exotic to me, Mediterranean, entirely nude.

they were the new Army: The auditorium was filled with a hundred nervous soon-to-be-former civilians. They eyed the uniformed women stationed near the exits with a mixture of lust and apprehension; the appearance inspired the former, the attitudes the latter. Like every new batch of recruits throughout history, these were wondering just what the fuck had happened that they found themselves here.