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Miss Amy – M.B.A.
I met Amy in business school. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all.
The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite slender and feminine. Everything about Amy was feminine. By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow. She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose. Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair. It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless. She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on. Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs.
Amy had a snappy personality. I wouldn’t say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn’t quiet either. Her views on business weren’t exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid. Her comments were usually well measured. She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of the room and give a presentation. Her hand-gestures were wonderful to track as she delivered her carefully rehearsed lines flawlessly. Men gravitated toward her and she seemed perfectly comfortable with the attention. Rumors connected her with various men at the school, but they were all unsubstantiated. She had her share of girlfriends, but wasn’t a gossipy type.
Amy drove a BMW and always dressed with great style and grace. Other than her impressive collection of high heels, she usually wore skirts. Once, on a Saturday when we had a project due, she wore blue jeans and holy shit did her smoking lower body ever fill those jeans with precision and grace.
True Dreams of Rape
My name is Alice. I come from a somewhat well-off family and just finished my 2nd year of college. I have decided to take a break over the summer and maybe do some traveling. Being a Korean but born and raised in the States, I was thinking of visiting Korea since I have never been there. I had plenty of time to think about it so I decided to sleep on it.
Studying for college finals for the last few weeks really bogged down my time at the gym for the last month so the next day I started my morning with a trip to the gym. I love fitness and staying in shape since I like to feel sexy with my 34b cups. My only complaint would be my small stature standing at 5’2. I was searching the internet researching different countries to see where I might have the most fun then an interesting picture caught my eye. I saw picture of a BDSM club in Amsterdam, Europe. I have always been interested in BDSM but I have never tried it. My darkest fantasy is actually being forcefully raped, but of course I’ve never been close to fulfilling such a wild and crazy fantasy like that.
I was somewhat nervous thinking of visiting a BDSM club and more so because it would be outside of the States. Still, I talked myself into it, noting that that most of my time will be spent site seeing, shopping, and having fun and not hanging out at some sort of creepy dungeon all day and all night for 2 whole months. It was decided. I told my family and friends that I will be going to Europe for the summer. I booked a flight to Amsterdam and packed my things and was ready for my summer vacation!
Leslie`s adventure
Part 1.
Tired after a long day of school, Leslie returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school – freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work.
22, single, with a few friends and a student income, Leslie pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be?
Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Leslie never considered herself extraordinary – just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking…. getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Leslie was quite happy to stay at home and relax.
Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home – no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much – guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability…. or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Leslie saw a phone number…. from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test.
Shaved and Snipped – Her Big Operation!
I had met my girlfriend a year before my journey began, she was tall and slim and had black hair to her shoulders and like me shaved her cunt bald. She was dominant and I loved it, she was a doctor who owned a private clinic and loved to ‘treat’ me, we had discussed ultimate fantasies for a while and then she decided it was time we would live it out. I was so excited it made my ‘problem’ worse, my clitoris was swollen all the time and needed constant attention. I had been diagnosed with a mild to moderate form of constant arousal syndrome and she was aware of this. We had discussed ways to ‘alleviate’ this problem of my troublesome clit, she told me the clitoris was a wonderful organ but when things went wrong it was capable of causing a lot of trouble, so I needed surgery. Of course I was willing! She asked me to be ready for an ‘exam’ and I was to be naked on the bed, with ‘down below’ shaved smooth and my legs open so the first things she saw when she came through the door was shaven cunt. I was ready and excited, she came in and I was on my back, my gash all swollen and pink, my clit aching and red and sticking right out.
“How are we today?”
She was wearing her white coat.
“I got pain in my cunny again.”
“Let me see.”
She spread me wide.
“Are you still getting painful constant arousal?
“Yes, all the time, I hate it!”
“You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some desensitisation treatment to stop your inconvenient feelings of constant arousal.”
She wheeled a trolley next to the bed and I gave a groan of alarm as I saw the array of instruments – this was new to me, there were medical clamps and scalpels and a suture kit, cutting equipment and things I did not even recognise. Then to my alarm her nurse came into the room. She looked between my legs at my naked groin and then smiled at me as she put on a surgical mask.
My doctor patted my arm as she lifted a hypodermic needle.
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she’d walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird’s eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself…as if to say; “Gotcha! Having fun?”
That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view.
“It seems like some here weren’t sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model.”
As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who’s eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush.
“I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would.” I replied.
The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise rendition of Suzie, in the same pose as the brunette ballerina had taken, but embellished with Suzie’s curvaceous sexiness, so when I glanced at the ballerina, sure enough, I saw her glaring at me. By then the rest of the class had fallen out laughing.
Torture Weekend
Chapter 1 – Lesson One
She arrived with her two daughters. She was taking them for a weekend excursion into the country. She had some idea of what to expect, but her two daughters did not.
They were all dressed as directed by master. He wanted them to be very plain, but feminine. Looped earrings since they all had pierced ears was the only jewelry they were allowed. They all looked like school girls. A plain white button down blouse and a decorative skirt. They were told to be womanly and wear suitable underwear. They were to wear running shoes but no socks. Basically comfortable apparel.
Master was delighted when they arrived. He questioned them if they knew the rules:
He was master, they were to always do as he directed. They were not to speak unless master gave them permission. Mater owned them, they did not own anything. Everything they have belongs to master. They were not to look at master unless he gave them permission. They were not to talk to each other unless master gave them permission. They were to help master if he requested it, even if they disliked what it was master wanted them to do.
They all agreed with master, though he saw some resentment in the face of the youngest daughter.
Master told them all to enter his house and to sit at his kitchen table. They were all to read out load a contract that they were all to sign. First mother then each daughter. Mother was to also sign each daughter’s contract giving master possession and agreeing to his terms.
Mother started reading the contract placed in front of her first.
I give myself and everything I own, including my body and possessions to master.
I will do as directed by master at all times.
I will let master punish me for his and my benefit.
This was short, mother signed, and then each of her daughters read and signed their contracts. Mother then signed each of her daughter’s papers.
“Now that was not so bad” Master calmly stated. Let’s go for a walk so I can show you my property.
Marti’s weekend
She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls
The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did.
Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden.
As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact.
It wasn’t the girls. They did nothing for her, but the ropes the girls were in. that was what did it for her.
For four weeks she waited until Art went out with his mates to the pub, then she would sneak in his room, get the mags, and leaf through them, imagining it was her tied up and helpless. Every time, she found her fingers under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the thin material of her knickers.
She simply couldn’t help herself. And the more helpless she thought she was, the more intense her orgasm.
Once, she had almost been caught out. Art had arrived back from the pub early, and she had to rush into his room, and get the mags back under his bed before he came upstairs. She only just made it in time, out of breath, both from running, and from the orgasm she had back in her room, at the thought of Art catching her with them, and tying her up as punishment.
She started searching the internet in the safety of her own room. Similar pictures were easy to find, and she spent hours looking at them, her hand a permanent fixture up her own skirt. The knickers had long gone, and she spent a lot of time with her own fingers in her pussy, whilst laying on the other hand, as if it was tied there.
The more she couldn’t move, the more she thrived on it. She knew she wanted to feel the rope itself on her body. On her naked body. But she was never going to ask Art to do it for her.
That would be far too embarrassing, especially when he laughed and refused, as she was sure he would do. There had to be another way.
Her search on the internet eventually led her to a site that dealt with bondage, but self bondage. The thought of tying herself up had never dawned on her. Would it be the same? She remembered when she lay on one hand, and pretended it was tied behind her, the rush as she came. She had almost screamed out loud. Only just in time had she been able to stop the scream.
The Check Up
Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine!
Putting her handbag into the boot Suzzanne pressed the key fob twice and the indicators flashed twice and there was an audible clunk as the car locked, she turned and walked across the car park to wards the brightly lit back door to the dental surgery. As she walked she looked up, the sky was clear and darkening, a few stars were appearing and there was a definite chill in the air. Cars passed the entrance to the car park but hers was the only car visible and there was no one about. Opening the heavy door she was met by a wall of warm air and she squinted as the bright light hit her eyes. Suzzanne crossed the waiting room to the reception desk, behind the desk sat a young woman, filing her well manicured nails, and she looked up at Suzzanne and continued to chew her gum. “Hi, Miss Midsummer, I’m here for my quarter to five appointment”. The woman looked down and tapped on her keyboard, after a few seconds, she answered, “yes I’ve got you here, last appointment today, take a seat please”. Suzzanne turned, the waiting room was empty, and she walked towards the seat next to the table with the neat piles of magazines. As she sat down the receptionist spoke “I’m afraid it’s not your normal dentist today, he’s unfortunately went sick suddenly this morning but the locum agency where able to send us a replacement really quickly”. “That’s OK” Suzzanne replied “I’m only here for a check up” and she quickly picked up a magazine, she didn’t really want to chat.
Robyn
Robyn had found the ad in the model’s gazette, and applied, even though she didn’t really rate her chances.
Ata eighteen years old, she had been modelling for a little over three months. Maybe that was a bit rich really, as she had actually only had one previous job, and that had lasted only a day.
Whether they actually used her photos she didn’t know, as it was for a foreign magazine.
But still, Robyn could call herself a model, and no-one was ever going to say different.
Standing five six, she had perfected what she believed to be the model stance. Head held high, shoulders pulled back to emphasise her breasts, over which she only ever wore a half cup bra. She wanted people to know that they were real, the movement in the upper half of the bra noticeable with every step.
When sitting, she always held her knees together, hiding what the short dresses covered, but intimating that there was more to be seen.
She had sent four pictures with her application. One was in her ball gown, one in jeans and shirt, one in a suit, and one taken on her holiday, wearing a very small bikini. The bikini didn’t really hide much, but it was the only swimsuit picture she had. Two formal, one casual, and one swimsuit picture were the requirements. And as it was now mid winter, she didn’t really feel she could go out in a swimsuit and get someone to take her picture. The bikini one would have to do. She hoped
To her surprise, she had been invited for an audition.
MONTANA MAN
It was only men in Charley’s in those days, no females allowed, but for the one exception. No women’s lib then to make Charley let them in, not in Montana anyway. Not out there in that godforsaken Divot country. So Charley’s was just men, and not too many of them, either. Especially in the daytime, though there was more and more coming in in the afternoons once the plant closed and the logging was down and it seemed like everybody was laying off. The bars were the only places business was getting better. Charley’s was maybe not exactly a bar, but something like it. Kind of a local hangout place, like a club only it wasn’t private. But if you were a stranger you usually left pretty quick after you got your drink or whatever, because Charley wasn’t friendly to strangers.
The exceptions about no women was when Ramsey Boyce brought his wife in. It only happened once in a while, and there was no way of telling when it was going to be. Those times could be a month apart, could be three or four months, could be six. No pattern to it. Nobody ever knew, if they stopped into Charley’s some afternoon, if maybe that would be a day Ramsey would show up. With his wife. I guess everybody thought about it, though. Hoped a little. Or a lot. The regulars had more of a chance. I knew two guys anyway used to hang around Charley’s every single afternoon, waiting for the time.
Ramsey hardly never came into Charley’s alone. He hardly went anyplace anytime, except to work. Nobody went to his house, back in the hills. It was just how Ramsey was. Not exactly unfriendly. But inside of himself most of the time. You didn’t tell Ramsey jokes or like that. You didn’t mess with him either.
But when he came into Charley’s with his wife it was always the same. Charley’s was a noisy place, even without a lot of guys in it. Loud. But when Ramsey came in it went quiet as a tomb. Like that,in a second. Everybody shut up. Ramsey would stand there in the door, looking around. No expression on him at all. Then he’d swing the door wider and Abby would come in. And there’d be like a kind of gasp go all around the room. That’s the way it was, every time. That sudden quiet, and then that sound of guys drawing in their breath like they couldn’t help it. And then dead quiet again.
Abby was a sight to see, anytime. She was a city girl, you know. From back East. You could tell that by just looking at her. The way she looked at you, the way she stood or walked. Not snooty exactly. But real sure of herself, and not one damn bit like any of the females around here. Stood out a mile, just the way of her. Not to mention her looks. She wasn’t more than twenty-three, if that, and Ramsey had to be thirty-five at least, I guess. And the prettiest face I guess I ever saw–Abby, that is. She had these eyes you could drown in, big brown eyes. And a mouth made a man want to kiss her forever and be damned with anything else. And she had this long hair, long and straight, kind of half brown and half red. And a body on her. My lord, I can’t put it in words, that body. Anyway, she was a sight. Anytime. But most specially when she came into Charley’s with Ramsey, because nearly always she had on this real tight, thin-looking shirt that you could tell she had nothing underneath it from the way the shapes of her nipples poked it right out at you, and she had this little short skirt that showed her legs all the way up, damn fine legs too, and usually Ramsey had her hands tied in back of her with this thick hunk of rope.
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