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Just about everyone from the whole junior college was there to watch us fight. Susan had told all her so-called friends to come and watch her teach me a lesson. I wasn’t worried about them interfering, though. They only hung around with her because of her money. I mean, she was beautiful, but what an arrogant, snotty bitch!
She had been on my case ever since I had transferred here three weeks previous. I guess I was no slouch in the looks department, and the attention I got from the boys pissed her off. She kept insulting me in front [read more...]
The old office building was run down. The once white neighborhood was now all black, and the area was constantly affected by crime. In the Nolan Building, the first seven floors were vacant. Only the ninth floor was in steady use, and this was a black publishing company known as “Sepia Review”.
The total office personnel consisted of the owner, Mrs. Jardine, a black woman in her early fifties, and eleven female staff members. Four were stenographers, and the remaining seven were responsible for putting together each monthly issue. On this particular day, everyone was quite unhappy. Another white advertiser [read more...]
A pleasant vibration at his groin instantly snapped boy brent’s thoughts back from the Friday morning engineering meeting. He glanced down at the silently humming skypager.
991. Mr Benson again.
All thru this Boston business trip Mr. B had ensured that he would never be far from boy brent’s thoughts. Mr. Benson certainly knew how to put a Skypager to creative new uses:
991 – smack your balls 992 – smack them _REALLY_ hard 993 – put on the butt plug 994 – put on the tit clamps 995 – jerk your cock, get close but don’t you dare come [read more...]
Main street is dark and the tourists have retired for the evening. In the dark, foggy drizzle, I slip easily into concealing shadows; making my way to the outskirts of town. I push toward the motel with constant breaking sounds of the surf on my left and the singular howl of a wolf on my right. Drizzle turns to rain as I unlock the door to your room.
As per my instructions, I find you spread out on the Queen sized bed, blindfolded and bound with the equipment I had you purchase. Your legs are cuffed together twice, once above [read more...]
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria’s house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn’t really in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for Dave’s boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress him. Part of his new responsibilities included entertaining customers. [read more...]
It was an eight o’clock, morning meeting and everyone was punctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Though casual wear was permissible at almost any other time, official business called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies was wearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowed to be present during one of the meetings, though my training was not yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was really only there to observe, and at times, to be studied.
One wall of the room was mirrored floor to ceiling. It made it seem as though many more women [read more...]
Josephine Eileen Ross stood jauntily in the entrance to the crowded nightclub, her right hand on her hip — a tall, stunningly attractive woman. She wore a black, velvet decollete evening dress with a high fan collar that accentuated her ample cleavage and slim, hour-glass figure. Her full lips matched the color of her long, curved red fingernails, and she had on black silk stockings and high-heeled stiletto opera pumps. Her long black hair danced on her shoulders. For jewelry, Josie wore a set of gold hoop earrings and an intricate platinum choker. Josie looked at her image in the [read more...]
Recently I had an experience that was a variation from the norm for me that I would like your readers to share.
I was at a rock’n’roll concert when I met them. I am 6′2″ tall, and have been lifting weights for a few years. I think I’m in pretty good shape, and so did the two identical blonde beauties that had the seats in front of me. They were both 5′7″ tall, about 120 lbs, with 35-22-33 figures. Both wore white jumpsuits, which really accentuated their wonderful figures. I passed them a joint and struck up a conversation. Before [read more...]
She had come to me in response to an ad I had placed in one of the national rag magazines. These deal in the now not so hidden lifestyle of masters and slaves. She stated that although she had never had any first hand exposure to real S&M, she was very curious about the subject and wanted to learn more. Since I rarely take on people who have no experience I insisted that she find someone who she knew and trusted to show her some of the lighter stuff. She insisted that she knew of no one who was into [read more...]
We’ve gone to Atlanta, you and I, for a business meeting. The meeting is over, and we have stayed to have a quiet weekend together. You’re still living so far away, and the time we can spend together and put work away is wonderful for us. We’re staying in the big Hyatt downtown, the one with the big central atrium. All the rooms open onto the atrium, there are the requisite glass elevators, and plants hanging everywhere, and a bar with a wooden lattice roof. We have an enormous suite, with a huge bath. The room and setting seem to [read more...]
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