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Just One of Those Days Part 2
Hello again. My name is Amanda, though sometimes I use the shortened version Mandy, when the mood suits me. I'm 33 and have stayed single for three years, since I discovered that Richard, my boyfriend, was not only cheating on me with dozens of women, some my so called friends but was al... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 10
Debbie might have lived out the rest of her life if it hadn't been for some events, which started back at Mistress' mansion. Several years after selling Debbie, Mistress Helen Chamberlain still ran her ruthless slaving operation. Giselle was still her favorite slave, constantly restrained and regula... Read full Story
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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 9
It soon turned out that Debbie wasn't destined to spend the rest of her life as a whore. As she returned to the apartment one night one of Mistress' men was waiting for her. She had only just opened the door, when without a word he cuffed her hands behind her back, gagged her and put a collar and le... Read full Story
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Ambers torment
It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any... Read full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... Read full Story
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Becoming Amy
I had been dressing up in women’s clothes since I was a kid. Started with my sister’s clothes, I loved her school uniform. I used to prance around in it when I was lucky enough to have the house to myself, which wasn’t often. I loved pretending I was a school girl, and a rather nau... Read full Story
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Rebound
My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to... Read full Story