The Cedars

She sat strumming her fingers absentmindedly. She was bored and restless. It was Friday night. Normally she would go out with her colleagues for dinner and drinks. But everyone had other plans so she was left to her own devices.
She made her way out

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Chapter 17
The next three days are entirely a blur. Many thoughts of the
possible things Pete had in store for me ran through my head. My God. He
was willing to pay just to be able to cut off a slaves toe. What would he
do to a slave, h

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Chapter 17
The next three days are entirely a blur. Many thoughts of the
possible things Pete had in store for me ran through my head. My God. He
was willing to pay just to be able to cut off a slaves toe. What would he
do to a slave, h

painslut part 4

Chapter 17
The next three days are entirely a blur. Many thoughts of the
possible things Pete had in store for me ran through my head. My God. He
was willing to pay just to be able to cut off a slaves toe. What would he
do to a slave, h

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56.
Chapter 13
I was awakened by Candy just after 9am. Mistress would be down
in an hour or so to attend to today’s lesson. My body, racked with pain,
was being supported by arms stretched down from their

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Chapter 7

Mistress informed me we would be eating a very nice meal,
sharing the same well prepared delicacies. During the course of the meal I
would be instructed to perform certain tasks, and certain things would be
done to me. You

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This is my first short story and is partly based on my own life. Giong
away to a permanent slave lifestyle of course is the fantasy. Comments
appreciated, and parts 2,3, and 4 soon.

FROM A FANTASY TO REALITY

Blackmailing younger sister

Blackmailing younger sister
By Yours master
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Not the maid, part 2

“You’re not going anywhere”, Massimo said, as he dragged me along into the garden. He pushed me against a wall. “Please Massimo”, I whispered, afraid anyone might hear us. He slapped me in the face. “Who allowed you to use my name, you litt