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Author's Note: If this story is well received, I’m planning on several more continuing on from where this one leaves off. Chapter 1 Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t like boys - I did - It’s just that they didn’t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn’t shunned or anything - but I also didn’t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn’t much interested in sex with them, so I’d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more… accommodating. ...

Part I - Background “Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex. Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform. “I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.” A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand. “Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor. ...

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city. Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too. Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Have you heard of “Booty Pop Panties”? It’s the same concept as a padded bra, only they’re for a girl’s booty. The packaging shows before and after ass shots, and I’ve got to say that it really does make the chicks look hotter. You’ve got to check out their ads online. Just google them, and you’ll find these girls standing around with flat asses, then you hear a big pop and all of a sudden the girl has an ass that you would just die to spank. And the craziest thing is that these Booty Pops are not some niche product that are only sold in adult stores. I saw ’em in a respectable clothing catalogue that was delivered to my house, and then I saw them prominently displayed near the checkout counter of a Bed Bath And Beyond! ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training “Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany. ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on. Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied. ...

Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks. The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy. ...

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse. 1. Inspiration and Preparation As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her. ...

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor … Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com My name is Raquel. I’m 20 years old. I have an IQ of 157. I had my associates degree by the time I was 18. By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages. ...

The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn’t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki’s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin’s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends. ...