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Part 1 This story is set long, long ago, when infections could still be cured by antibiotics and HIV/AIDS was unknown. Some of the events are from different sessions, and some are completely fictional - I’ll leave you to decide which are which. In its heyday the Reeperbahn in Hamburg was one of the most sexually liberated places in Europe. There were many sex shops, brothels, and the infamous Herbertstrasse was closed to women because the “models” displayed themselves in windows. There were also a few live sex stage shows, and this story takes place in one of those. ...

It was a stormy evening and I was driving through Colorado on my way from California to my new job in New York city. It was raining so hard that I was driving about 20 miles per hour on the interstate, so when the next exit came I decided to take a break and get something to eat. Little did I know that that one decision would change my life forever. ...

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge. ...

So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”. ...

Author's Note: In places that are not acknowledged to exist strange things happen or do they? After all the locality doesn’t actually exist so it must only be a dream, or is it? I was ready for my interview. It was a bit vague but it seemed important and exciting. It involved international travel and collecting and correlating research information on the outer frontiers of alternative energy development. Strangely, the physical requirement was for modestly overweight and non-athletic and sedentary males between the ages of 20 and 25. Similar ads with different addresses had differing physical requirements yet seemed to be from the same source When they invited me for the interview they sent me an id card that I think was imbedded with a microchip. They told me to be sure and bring it along..It was old building, downtown on Liberty Avenue and I took the elevator to the office on the 20th floor. The elevator seemed to stop short and there was no number in the square for the 19th floor. The door opened and stayed that way in spite of my efforts to get close it and continue on. After a moment an attractive brunette in an unusual but quite delectable form fitting one piece, sleeveless black pantsuit greeted me and said: “You must be here for an interview. Follow me.” Well that was certainly agreeable. Her unusually high black stiletto heels click clacked on the hardwood floor and the soles were red! Her shiny one piece outfit was made of latex! There were three other guys in the office waiting to be interviewed. They were as curious as I was and we agreed to meet at a bar across the street for happy hour after our interview. ...

Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven. Part 1 I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey. ...

Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number. ...

Author's Note: Again, another true story from us. NOTE: This was actually written by me, Cindy, but I decided to write it from his viewpoint. More amusing that way, if you know what I mean. I’ll also note this scenario DID require a little bit of setup - but it was quick and easy. The store manager, Katie, is a friend of a friend, and I got it all put together with a simple phone call. ...

1. The Beginning I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way. ...

Author's Note: This story started life as a video script, I played Paula/Paula ans two young ladies played the Mistresses. Introduction Paul went into investment banking straight from university, almost immediately he became a huge success, rapidly earning a fat salary with a huge annual bonus. As his reputation grew, he became more and more focused on work, when he reached the age of 40 he was approached by one of the banks partners who offered him a junior partnership, but suggested Paul needed a wife, if he wanted to progress further in the bank. ...