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	<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 02:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The Misadventures of Gwen Ch. 05</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/16/the-misadventures-of-gwen-ch-05/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 02:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dean</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Gwen again entertains the dwarves.

In the morning the Marquis comes to my chambers. He is obviously upset at the previous night's activities. The black man had overstepped his boundaries and gone against the will of the Marquis. He was disposed of swiftly and replaced by a new black stud that would attend to me and others like me during dinner.



"Dear, dear. Gwen. Your cunt must be given time to heal. It has gone through a great deal during the last twenty-four hours. Therefore, it will not be violated again except by direct orders from me. Have no fear, my dear, you are in good hands. However, this does mean that your other natural openings will be receiving more attention. Don't you agree, my dear?"]]></description>
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		<title>The New Slave Ch. 45</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 23:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Felix</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Candy finds her true calling as a sadist trainer.

*Chapter45, Candy Finds Her True Calling*



Candy was caught daydreaming. She was thinking about all of the sexual things that she had seen being done to a male, restrained and resisting males, on the Internet. Her eyes began to glaze over as she paged through her catalog of 'saved' mental images. They all seemed to be in pain, but that image was altered as soon as she remembered the copious spurting that their cocks were doing as a result of the so-called pain. Is it really pain if they cum? She had debated that in her mind for several years. Now she was standing in a locked room, a male that was restrained and resisting and she was the one that was enjoying the inflictions. It could only get better. Even Toni was surprised at how easily Candy had forgotten that she was totally nude and her arousal becoming so obvious. Candy seemed oblivious to her own sexual secretions.]]></description>
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		<title>The Office Boy Ch. 02</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 22:50:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wayne</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The office boy gets himself into a trouble.

It had been a whole month since I was locked in my metal chastity belt. Samantha had been right, its comfortable but frustrating; sometimes you forget you are wearing it but at the same time you know its there. I constantly hope I will be released soon but Katrina hasn't hinted about it and I know better not to bring the issue up with her. At least she doesn't make me wear the thigh bands 24/7, but she makes sure I wear them at the office – she says she likes the jingle the chain makes when the office is quiet.]]></description>
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		<title>The Master&#8217;s Gift</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/14/the-masters-gift/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 22:29:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The Master brings his girl home a special gift: another girl.

I was a bit confused when I arrived home from work to find the living room furniture shoved off to one side barring a single chair, and the futon mat spread in the room. A moment's thought decided it must be movie night; we often laid the mat out to allow us to snuggle together while we indulged in a flick or two. The idea sounded divine as my day at work had been somewhat tedious and had felt overly long.



I removed my shoes, placed my purse on the side table and wandered into the kitchen to forage for something to eat plus any signs as to whether he had eaten yet or not. There were no signs of him at all, I came to realize, no dishes in the sink or resounding noises from elsewhere in the house. I took a quick glance in the other rooms, and then paused in our bedroom to change out of my uniform and into a loose sundress that tended to serve as my comfy clothes, all the while wondering where he had gotten off to. It was unlike him to not leave a message for me saying he was going out, simply so I would not worry over him while he was gone but perhaps he had just popped over to the store and would be back soon enough. I returned to the kitchen to place some meat from the freezer into the microwave to defrost and then moseyed into the living room to plop down on the chair, flicking the news on to the TV with the remote. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Kidnapping of MY Slut</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/12/the-kidnapping-of-my-slut/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:51:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[How he captured his slut.

There I was walking down a snow and slush covered street in a pair of not so water resistant running shoes, muttering to myself, "Fucking silly slut!!" Why was I wandering around in the slush and snow you may be wondering? Well let me tell you how it all began and where it went. By the way get comfy because it's a long story. 



It all started a couple of months ago when I answered an ADULT personals ad. It seems this couple was looking for another man to add into the mix. I answered the ad and got the email address of the woman half of the couple. Thank god it wasn't Skip that read my mail or this whole experience might not have happened. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Journey Ch. 05</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/10/the-journey-ch-05/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 01:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leslie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The arrival.

The car slowed, feeling this, she picked up her head, listening. Feeling the car turn, she heard the unmistakable crunch of gravel beneath the tires. Tilting her head towards Him as if to question, she continued to listen, now alert. 



Seeing her, He smiled, answering her unspoken questions, "patience, lil one…just a bit longer."



Sighing softly, she settled against the seat, her keen ears listening to the unending crunch. Feeling the car come to a halt, she sat upright in the seat, the blindfold still intact. She picked up on the sound of an electric window sliding down, and a beeping noise. Her head tilting as she tries to figure out what the beeping noise is and then the sound again of the window rolling up slowly.]]></description>
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		<title>The Hotel</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/10/the-hotel/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 23:03:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Frederick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[You meet for fun at a hotel.

I'm standing at the registration desk of the hotel we agreed upon, a small bag in my hand. I didn't pack much, as you requested. I don't think I'll need much else, this weekend, do you? The woman returns with my credit card and hands me a slip of paper. "You have a message, ma'am." I open the paper and read: 



"Here are your instructions: Leave a key to your room in an envelope with my name on it at the Front Desk. Get to your room. Shower quickly. Lay naked on the bed, legs spread WIDE, and wait for me. Do nothing else. Hurry." ]]></description>
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		<title>The Hildr Saga Ch. 01</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/08/the-hildr-saga-ch-01/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 22:53:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Everett</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He's seduced by a woman who knows what he wants.

*The Hildr Saga Ch. 01: Now I Want To Be Your Dog*



The sting from her open palmed slap burned into my cheek.



"I said, "BEG… LIKE… A… DOG!!!"". Her voice, strong and stern, snapped into me.



I brought my hands up in front of my chest, like paws, and sat up a little straighter on my knees.



God, this was so humiliating! I was naked, and begging like a dog in front of a fully clothed woman! But I was loving it! 



Not an hour ago, we were in a nice lounge, velvet couches, cosmopolitans and scotch, light airy, lo-fi-techno-y music, and everything else… It wasn"t really a date, but the casual observer, would have seen gentle, familiar body language that was slightly flirty, touchy feely, and affectionate…]]></description>
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		<title>The Box</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/06/the-box/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 23:28:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Frederick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Boxful of exotic erotic toys leads to hot reunion.

The box arrived on a Tuesday morning. It was wrapped in inconspicuous brown paper, and her address was printed with black marker in a grade-schooler-ish handwriting. Had she not recognized the return address, she might have been quick to assume that this was a prank, or perhaps a dangerous delivery - after all, these were troubled times, were they not?! - but she DID recognize this particular delivery. It was from her lover. Her Master. Sir. Just a couple of nights ago, he had foretold of this package's arrival, so she blushed hotly as she spirited it into her house. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Chauffeur &amp; the Lady</title>
		<link>http://www.defiscenligne.fr/2012/05/06/the-chauffeur-the-lady/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 22:33:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Franklin</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He introduces his Lady employer to BDSM.

Julie duly accompanied her husband Richard to the airport as he left for another of his overseas business trips. The Rolls Royce cruised along the country lanes with Peter, the recently appointed chauffeur/stable master, driving in the front seat. Richard had his nose stuck in business papers and as Julie gazed out the windows her mind once again turned to the smell of the leather. Every time she sat in the Rolls the aroma of the leather seats made her so wet and she shifted in confusion on the cool rear seat.]]></description>
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