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"I wish you would stop moaning and put that tongue to a better use than talking!" For a fraction of a second only, Emily paused, then she was fluttering her eyelids, "Yes Mistress." Grinning, Rita swung her legs up onto the bed and reaching out she grasped a handful of her lover's hair, kissing her hard upon the mouth for a moment, sucking her tongue in between her lips, fighting it with her own before she gave a lusty snarl into Emily's face, "You are such a gorgeous little slut aren't you?"

Susan put the laptop down in front of Brenda and Kelly. She began showing them her slideshow of the photos of the night before. Susan had photoshopped them a little, but they still looked very real and legitimate. The girls' jaws dropped and they were horrified at what they saw. "Buuu...but..." Brenda stammered. “Are those us in those pictures?" "Yes. See?" "I blew some of them up and you can clearly see our faces." Susan smiled. "Kelly, you were delicious by the way."

The girls walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks. They had a few drinks and began relaxing. Tina asked Sara if she could go and dance on the dance floor because her favorite song was playing. Sara nodded her head yes. Tina was dancing very sexy on the dance floor. She was swaying her hips and rubbing her hands all over her body. A couple of guys noticed this and danced over to her and soon enough she was in between the two guys as they were rubbing all over her body.

We have another fun day planned today.” Sara said. It was Friday, but their classes didn’t start until that afternoon. It was 5 am Friday morning. Which meant, Sara had the whole afternoon and weekend with Tina to do what she pleased. Later, when the girls awoke, Tina came downstairs. Sara was at the breakfast nook sipping a cup of coffee. “Sounds like you had a wild night last night.” Sara taunted Tina.

I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream. Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it's a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want?

Mandy swore under her breath as she pulled over. As soon as she stopped, she started pawing desperately through her purse for her license. The bike cop pulled up behind her and dismounted; she didn't need to see the woman's face to know she was a bitch that meant business. It was in her build, her movement, her everything. She was all uniform and boots and helmet; she was not to be messed with.

1. "Lesbians That Love to Face Sit" 2. "She Is Left Tied for Two Lesbians" 3. "They Play Lesbian Games in Public" 4. "Two Younger Lesbians Dominate Older Woman" 5. "She Takes Advantage of Her Friend's Mom" 6. "Two Lesbians Turn Him into a Girl" 7. T"wo Lesbians Tie Her Up and Parade Her Around on a Boat"

I had graduated college and wanted to spread my wings and venture out into the world. I had been attending college for four years and needed a refreshing break. I had made a lot of money that I had saved away from being a Dominatrix and decided that it was now time to enjoy it. A friend of mine in the Dominatrix business had told me about Amsterdam and to me it sounded like the perfect place to visit. Little did I know that I would end up living there for two years! I booked a flight to Amsterdam, Holland (The Netherlands). I had no idea what things were in store there for me.

Steve drove into his driveway in his black BMW. In his posh neighborhood, it wasn't all that uncommon to see a BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar, etc... in the driveway of someone’s beautiful home in his neighborhood. Steve and his wife Kate lived in the luxurious neighborhood of La Jolla, California and with that, came a price. La Jolla was in San Diego and combine the beaches and high priced real estate and all around good living and weather, it didn't come cheap to live such a lavish lifestyle in one of the most desired locations of the city.

Diana, Megan, and Jenny always enjoyed their little vacations together. They always chose a location that fascinated them and they always had one thing that they would do together that was their own little secret. One time they went to Hollywood and drank a bottle of champagne at the Hollywood sign. Another time they went to Thailand just to visit an opium den. This time, they plan to go to New York City and check out the underground sex scene that they have heard so much about. It seemed fascinating to them that they could actually see a real BDSM dungeon together.

Standing in front of me was the statuesque body of a woman with long black wavy hair, blue eyes, legs that wouldn't quit and breasts that were perched upon top of a leather corset. Her waist was cinched and her hips were round. She had an hourglass figure. She had a whip that was round in a circle on a clasp on her corset that dangled. This woman was not here for good. No, she was here to cause pain and torture to me, at any cost. The woman was my wife.

"Hi, my name is Cassandra, my grandmother is crazy, I wear nothing but black clothing these days… oh yeah, did I forget to mention the fact that I am carrying on the family business? What? Oh no… my dad never owned a bakery or flower shop… No, my father is in the killing business. Yep, that’s right, he kills people for a living. What? Yeah, I think I may be carrying on his legacy.” I am so confused right now. I am also angry as all hell at my grandmother. That crazy God-loving witch is going to pay for this some day. I’ll figure out something later.