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	<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:25:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Oh Daddy!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:25:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Everett</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Master teaches her proper strap-on usage.

It's been a fond wish of both I and my Master that I learn how to use a strap-on dildo properly, so that when the time comes, I can demonstrate to him and enjoy the pleasure of fucking another woman. Recently I'd bought a new strap, it fit me well and as something of an early Christmas present two dildos were given to me. One was made in the exact image of my Master, the other was short and thin. They both had a small vibrating egg inside each and I'd learned how to thrust and to turn on the egg for each while they were on, using a fake pussy that had been included as part of my present from my Master, to practice on. ]]></description>
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		<title>My New Boss Ch. 11</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:02:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wayne</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Deep throat training continues.

"This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such."



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Lucy and Rita got up. They each took an arm and picked the whimpering slut up to her knees. They brought her over and presented her between my open legs. Lucy started to remove the gag, but I stopped her. "Not yet, I have something to explain to her, first." 



She needed an extra something to satisfy me. I was giving her another chance. Knowing the punishment she would receive should be an incentive for her. Still, I wanted to know before I removed the gag, just in case another lesson was needed.]]></description>
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		<title>Obedience In All</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 21:49:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brett</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[sub gives her Master the ultimate in obedience.

He had no idea how long he had sat there holding her hand. Time was gone. She lay so still. She looked so tiny. How often had he admired her body before and never noticed how small she really was? He closed his eyes and remembered her bound and squirming with anticipation, the sheen of arousal on her skin, her heady scent. All that was now masked by the hospital smells, the bandages, and the machines.



He had been angry at her early. He had been surprised to arrive home and not find her waiting. At first he counted the minutes, imagining her distress as she saw the time, knowing the punishment would increase for every five minutes she was late. At an hour late, he began to plan a suitable punishment. He was surprised by a knock on the door.]]></description>
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		<title>My Bitch</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/02/04/my-bitch/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 23:35:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Valerie learns who is in charge.

Valerie was a young vixen from the city that always seemed to get in trouble. Standing 5' 8" with long brown wavy hair and a nice round ass. Her breasts were not too big but were plump and accentuated her figure nicely. She was hot and she knew it, and her attitude was in a class by itself.



Summer was here and she applied and got a job working at a farm in the country. She thought that it would be easy money. Little did she know what hard work it really entailed? 



She arrived at the farm and met the owner Dennis. He seemed like a really nice older man. Dennis introduced her to Scott. Scott was quite tall with a slender well-formed build. His short dark hair he combed off to the side. Scott stood before Valerie in his jeans and tee shirt showing his strong arms. He held out one of his hands to her and said, "Hi, I'm Scott. I will be taking real good care of you. I will show you everything that you need to know."]]></description>
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		<title>Modern Day Sentimental Education</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/02/04/modern-day-sentimental-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:28:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Older woman teaches college freshman a lesson.

The cars began to arrive, one by one, in the horseshoe shaped driveway. Exiting from BMW, Mercedes, and Lexus sedans in the crisp January air, the middle-age couples walked to the house. Chris recognized them all. Most had known him since he was a little boy. His parents had been socializing with the same crowd for years. He rarely paid much attention to these people when growing up, their conversations forming a background drone to his life at home. Things had changed, though, since starting college. With the physical distance and new, challenging environment he began to view the people of his life through a more critical lens. He was sure his parents noticed the change. Most certainly it was evident in his reluctance to pour Mimosas and Bloody Marys for the annual New Year's Day brunch. It would be an endurance contest as these people he could not relate to talked too loudly -the women about tennis, bridge, and kids, the men about politics and the market and all with that annoying, self-satisfied bent of the upper middle class. He just wanted to get in the car and go somewhere else, read a book, write in his journal - get away.]]></description>
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		<title>My Reward Ch. 02</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:17:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Master takes her.

My breath was ragged. I was utterly overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm I'd been brought to at his hands. I felt more than a little dazed. He loosened the bonds on my arms, which had developed needles and pins and had long since gone completely numb.



Free again, the blood began to circulate through the veins of my arms, pulsing in time with the throbbing that continued between my legs. I was completely surprised when he took me in his arms and held me close to his long, lithe body. His breath was deep and loud next to my own. He cradled my head against his chest and spoke softly in my ear.]]></description>
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		<title>Malcontent</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/02/02/malcontent/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 02:23:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She waits for her lover, but is surprised by a stranger.

A windy and sharply cold January night all alone, just me and a nearly empty glass of pinot noir – it seems that something is speaking to me. This longing that I've avoided dealing with ... this longing to be dominated. This feeing has been consuming me for months now. This need to be controlled, used, and made to be submissive is so overwhelming that I can cry about it – the desire inside of me needs to be met. I want to be a slave, to live inside of that slavery, happily content. "What is wrong with me? " I'm in a relationship with a beautiful man, albeit perhaps not a man who can fulfill "all" of my needs. He is sweet, we are close. We've had hot sex in the past, on a continual basis, but I don't know what's happened lately. We seem to have hit this plateau in our relationship within the past several months where things are solid and very steady – not hot and heavy like I'm used to – like I want. No, like I "need". ]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 00:17:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Frederick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mistress catches her secretary spying.

It had been a long hard day. Calls poured in all morning and the paperwork had piled up twice as fast. Thankfully it was now over. I sighed and put the last of the documents away. I sat back at my desk and leaned back in the chair.



Trigg stood on my right. I smiled up at him and he beamed. He bowed slightly and remained standing. I looked at him and got an idea. He had done well in his service to me. Today, his only duties were to fetch and file papers. After that he only had to stand at my side. I cleared my desk and decided to give him a treat. I motioned for him to come closer to me. He obeyed eagerly.]]></description>
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		<title>Mandy&#8217;s Online Master Ch. 07</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/02/02/mandys-online-master-ch-07/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 21:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wayne</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The real action begins.

The door opened. I caught my breath, kept my eyes closed, and continued lazily stroking my pussy. I heard the door close, and then Daniel came over to me.



"Mandy, I"m so glad you decided to stay." He sounded happy. "You want to keep your eyes closed? That's fine." He walked away, and came back. "This might help.



I felt the hood slip over my head. This isn't what I was expecting. I opened my eyes but it was too late--Nothing but darkness and the smell of leather. So much for romance.



"Don't stop playing with yourself Mandy, it makes you look beautiful." I guess maybe I'll find a different kind of romance. I felt Daniel's weight on the bed. "You do look so beautiful." He kissed my shoulder. He kissed my throat. He kissed my mouth, softly. Roll over please Mandy. I did and felt something cool on my back. Then he started rubbing his hands from my shoulders to my ass. The lotion warmed as he rubbed it in. It felt good. I spread my legs a little as his hands reached my ass. ]]></description>
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		<title>Kim Comes Calling</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/01/31/kim-comes-calling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 01:49:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Joanna gets a taste of Kim's world.

"Joanna? Hi! This is Kim—you know, Jake"s friend?"



She almost dropped the phone. "Oh, shit," she thought. "She knows where I live. I am so screwed."



Jake had taken her twice to visit Kim, and they were wild sexual experiences, both times. Joanna had been led to believe that Kim was a contemptible, heartless bitch and both she and Jake had been mean to her, humiliating her and even slapping her a few times. Jake had made Kim taste Joanna"s cunt, asshole, armpits, and even her piss. Joanna had gone along with it, at first to please Jake and later because she found that controlling the bitch and making her do disgusting things was fun. ]]></description>
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