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From a Man to a Bitch
My wife Mary and I had married young. She was 19 and I was 20. We had our two kids in the first two years of marriage. I being a fairly small guy had what they call a small man complex. I was determined to be the king of my castle. As a result I was a tyrant to Mary and my son and daughter. When both kids were in school, Mary went to school and got her cosmetology license. As young kids they feared me and as teenagers they resented me. I forced them to leave and be on their own as soon as each reached the age of 18. They kept in touch with Mary but never wrote or called me. Not even on my birthday or at Christmas. While Mary was stuck raising our kids, I hung out in bars after work and cheated on her with any bimbo who would have me. I did work hard as a carpenter and did as much overtime work as I could get. I paid off my house in only 15 years and when I needed a new pickup I could pay cash for it. My wife and kids were well fed and clothed and I felt they should be grateful for that. They owed me for everything they got. Then one day disaster struck. I was standing on a two by four while trying to nail a roof truss in place on a two story house we were building when I slipped and fell. I fell 10 feet landing on a two by four on what would be the ceiling of the first floor. I painfully had landed with one leg on either side of the board and blacked out from the pain. Unconscious I then slid off and fell another 1 feet to the floor [...]
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 [...]
The Bartender and the Slave
I was a bartender. It was a job I loved. I could usually find the kind of woman I wanted to play with by talking to them and sniffing out their submissive sides. So many women who came into bars alone were looking not just for sex, but for really rough sex, and I could read them well. That’s how I found my slaves. I would engage them in conversation and eventually get them to talk about sex, what they liked. I would bring up spanking and bondage and if I saw that spark, I knew I had them. Sometimes I would play with them for a while just a little roughly and concentrated more on the humiliation side. I would tell them to come back to the bar dressed just so, sit on the barstool with skirt raised and naked underneath, spread their legs. I would make them lift their blouses and reach over the bar and play with their tits and nipples. Eventually I would take them home and hurt them, oh how I loved to hear them scream and beg for more pain. One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me. But she kept coming back anyway. Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me. So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her. I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home. Now I [...]
The Debt II
Bangkok, Thailand A man walked through the door of the building. It was a filthy establishment. He looked to the stage and saw a young woman - sixteen or seventeen by the looks - being raped. She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt. The man approached the bar. He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it. "What the hell," he thought. "If this doesn't kill me, the damn cirrhosis will." Looking at the stage, he waved to the bartender. "I thought there were three sisters working here," he said in heavily accented Thai. "They are up next," the bartender said. "In about five minutes from the look of it." The girl was choking. One of her rapists had shoved his dick too far down her throat and was having difficulty getting it back out. As the audience watched, she turned blue, went into convulsions, and died. To the man's amazement, at least half of the audience was clapping politely. This definitely was a strange culture. After the stage was cleaned up, three young women came out. According to the MC, they were sisters. They were Elizabeth (20 years old), Melinda (18 years old), and Amy (18 years old). Other than the man, they were the only white people in the Asian-filled building. The oldest one waved at someone off-stage and a man came out leading a horse. After tying reins to a ring in the floor, the man left. Elizabeth immediately sunk to her knees and [...]
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. (more...)