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Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date. She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise. Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired. He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward. ...

Author's Note: Another round of ’training’ for the plague demoness Jessi; brought to you by the Dominatrix, Maus. Not a sequel to ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ per se, but simply another enjoyable moment in Jessicka’s training, with all new clothing and toys! The demoness had been living with this new-fangled collar for the better part of a month now, and every time it was ‘activated’, it surprised her - It seemed capable of doing anything, even thwarting her demonic powers at times. Jessicka is a plague and pestilence demon, a very rare type with a very specific usage that few demons or humans encounter - Though it happens that these type LACK ‘proper’ personality, great physical strength like most other demons, fire-based powers, but all the same fun brought on by a low sense of self-discipline. ...

Please keep in mind I’m not writing in my mother tongue, so it’s quite possible weird syntax or grammar errors will be here. Her name, or nickname, was Vicky, she was a french woman in her thirties. Very fun and friendly in our chat conversations. Her fantasy was shared by her husband: to submit as a couple. My contacts with the man were minimal, finalized to state his limits in the game (it was devised by the woman) and his consent. ...

Author's Note: Another one I did years ago - enjoy! Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called “pony girls”, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks. ...

Author's Note: Enjoy! It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do. Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago” ...

Dear diary, The next few weeks are going to be very special. Since I can’t possibly confine this in any of my girlfriends I have decided to create you, my diary. That way I have someone to talk to and have something fun to read later on. Since all good relationships start with good introductions I’ll start there. My name is Cassandra, a 171 cm tall brunet. Although I am not photo model beautiful I’m not unhappy with my figure either. ...

Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone’s eyes following us. It’s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling “FUCK DOLL” dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, “we won’t be needing these,” and locking them in her wall safe. There’s no escape for me tonight. ...

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done. ...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories She was not very tall. Her thigh high leather boots laced up her lean legs made her look a lot taller than her five foot two stature. What she didn’t have in height, she made up in beauty. Something she inherited from her Thai born mother. She had a small oval face with dark almond shaped eyes. A small nose and pouty lips. Long, jet black hair parted in the middle framed her cute face. ...