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Friday September 3rd 2010

Jane and Carol at the Great Slave Hunt

Chapter ONE

“You’ll enjoy it so much, Jane,” Carol told her enthusiastically. “Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!”

Jane was dubious. Her cousin’s proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect stirred.

Carol laughed at her. She knew very well what was troubling Jane. A veteran of several BDSM Club events, she herself had once shared the same reservations.

“It isn’t at all what you may think, dear!” she said earnestly. “Take it from me, BDSM Clubs are extremely tough on anything sexual; they’re positively Puritanical on the point. No-one, particularly a woman, will be subject to any sexual innuendo even, or anything of that kind! And, don’t forget, this will be a Femdom event; the men present will all be slaves and well under the control of their Mistresses. And also, we’ll be there in animal roles, and these people are very experienced in letting people play their parts; they will think of us purely as animals; attractive and graceful animals perhaps” (she chuckled) “but animals just the same!”

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The School Trophy

Chapter 1: The Girls

First day back from end of year break the hero of our story, Principal Meyers, is already hard at work. The school soccer team had come back with the state championship and he has to reward them for their hard work and dedication, but how?

As he roamed the hallways, the excited squeals of the new junior girls echoed off the walls. A brand new gaggle of thirteen year old girls, excited about first day of their first year in ‘Big School’. Already making new friends, and realising they were going to be at school for another 6 years with old friends; chatting boastfully about seeing their favourite teen idols over the holidays. Our hero couldn’t help but gaze at their slender hips, the rake thin legs, and barely budding chests. He would wait patiently for their first PE class to get a good look. He always loved the daily prefect meetings behind the two-way glass of the girls change room, “what a blessed life” he thought. Just at that moment it all froze; as he turned the corner, he saw them. A couple of the finest preteen specimens he had ever seen; your youngest daughter Loli and her best friend Mae. Two distinctly different animals with one thing in common… they made his dick twitch like no others before them.

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Small compensations

The news spread all over Italy in seconds. Miss Natalia Firenze, the famous judge in the case against Mafia Boss Mario Botto, El signore, was dead. The media immediately suspected his hand behind her accident. Only three days before her death, a commando of 40 armed men had rescued their boss assaulting the jail, leaving behind them 17 death guards and more the one hundred injured.

The connection seemed clear. But Botto was the first surprised, he was so surprised he offered 5 million Euro for anybody finding Miss Firenze, dead or alive.

Hundreds, no, thousand of people started searching the small hold and the sea where her little vessel exploded. Deficient fuel system, said the police investigations; a real accident. But no one believed. And they were right. Natalia was neither dead, nor in Botto’s hands.

As soon as she heard about Botto’s escape, she knew her live was threatened. Knowing about the dangers of being Judge in Italy she never founded a family so when it came to flee she could do without hesitations, and what better place to hide than Death. She faked her own death and escaped to the States with a false Passport. Miss Marilyn Noone, being her English good enough to fool everybody. There she decided to hide in a small village and to start another life, far away from media, fame and Italy.

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Paris in Prison

Life was just so stressful lately. Really mean people were so jealous of Paris that they had  forced her to live in a tiny room and even dress in orange just because she had ignored a few silly laws. The darling diva had actually cried during the first days of her incarceration. She felt so misunderstood.

She worked very hard at being a privileged pampered princess. Everyone liked to look at her and she did her best to give them a good show. The Sheriff had understood and after she flashed him with a taut pink nipple he had let her go home. Alas, there were still jealous meanies who raised a fuss and she was soon back in her little room. She was feeling quite despondent until the weekend rolled around and a new guard came on duty.

Her name was Sandy. She had a cute face and short dark hair but, outside her new job, Sandy didn’t have much of a life. She loved to look at pretty women and had many fantasies about them but never had the nerve to approach anyone and state her desires. On her bedroom wall were posters of Paris, Gwen, Fergie and several others that made her want to touch herself. She had figured that being a guard in a women’s lockup would give her a chance to taste many a fine pussy. Sadly, most of the girls there were some really fucked up bitches so she just did her job and chilled out with wine and fantasies when she was off work.

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A Weekend with Brian

I sat staring at my computer screen with a look of complete astonishment on my face. Surely I read your latest email wrong. Shaking my head, I scrolled through the paragraph once more just to make sure.

“I will pick you up from your hotel room at 8pm. From there we will stop for dinner and then on to the club for some great music, hot dancing and drinks. But first, I want to make you aware of the little gift that will be waiting for you when you check into your hotel tomorrow. I won’t disclose the contents of the package yet. All you need to know is that I picked out everything it contains just for you. When I arrive at your room tomorrow evening I want you to be wearing EVERYTHING that is contained in the package. And I mean EVERYTHING. No questions asked and don’t wear anything that isn’t inside the box.”

Sure enough…I had read the email correctly. My mind raced trying to figure out what would be waiting for me at my hotel. We had been planning this trip for weeks now. I was going to take a small vacation and fly over to spend the weekend with you. Unbeknownst to me, it seemed as if you already had everything planned out. Of course I was giddy with anticipation, but the thought of the ‘gift’ kept nagging at me. Finally, I sighed in defeat, deciding to try and forget about the gift and just focus on getting all my things packed and sending you one last email to let you know I had received your instructions.

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