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Body Art – Branding

by Joseki Ko on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Author's note; This is not intended as a how to guide. This is merely to increase your knowledge on this subject. Always hire a professional. Branding is an extreme form of temperature play. Basically, short curved pieces of metal are heated with a blowtorch, then pressed into the skin so as to make an ornamental burn. There are several methods of brandin...

Branded: Trent

by Nightshade_Angel on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

My day started out normal, got up showered, dressed, and had my usual breakfast of tea and a piece of toast. Then it was off to the 'shop', walking down the sidewalk I admire the beautiful houses. Nothing like living the good life, I breath in the heavy New Orleans air and continue my stroll. Summer was always my off season for 'real' business. I mean I lik...

Branded: Back To The Chair

by Nightshade_Angel on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

* This story is dedicated to Lisa* Prologue: Well it has been 1 month, 3 weeks, 5 days, and 17 hours since my encounter with Trent and I somehow knew that I wouldn't see him ever again and that it had indeed been a fluke. Izac was nowhere to be found, I am sure he has been talking to Emalee though. Part 1 "Mara!" Emalee throws her rag onto the counter...

Service Continues

by Chrissy1066 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Michelle was still on a natural high after her anniversary weekend. It had been a few months since her and her Master, Dan, went away for the weekend. She loved every minute of the weekend. She wanted to surprise her Master again maybe in 6 months. She researched online more bed & breakfast inns that cater to the alternative lifestyle. She loved the one they...

Collateral Damage Pt. 02

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...

The Branding

by MJs babe on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Cocooned in the easy comfort of her obedience, she bathes herself. Her movements are slow and practiced, almost languid, never betraying the turmoil within her, almost overwhelming her. Her small hands tremble slightly, roaming over her full, soft body, giving her pleasure in the familiar routine of cleansing her skin for Him. The scented water steams up aro...

Victoria's Secret: Victoria's Story

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

It didn't take long for them to chain me up to the other girls in the coffle and soon we were off. The paths got smoother as we got closer to the city and I had gotten used to walking more-or-less barefoot. I say "more-or-less" because unlike the other girls I was wearing my beautiful barefoot sandals, with their green beads and string. They weren't the type...

Confirmation

by Adore on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

He walked slowly around her, watching her, and for a minute, she forgot to even breathe. she had no clue what he was about to do. He might kiss her gently, tenderly. He might yank His belt off and smack her with it. Or He might simply force her to her knees and ram His cock down her throat. she had no way of knowing. It was one of the things that made her so...

Shot Down In Enemy Territory

by JackManflesh on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I was delirious from combat. The English Channel is no place for a pilot to recite patriotic poetry. Scenes from the flick where the hero babbles Rupert Brooke while he waits for the rescue plane are for bullshit pussies. I was too fucked to be a hero. To keep myself awake I kept talking. I said things like this: "My name is Jim, Flight Lieutenant Jim Glow-...

Victoria's Secret: The Conclusion

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....