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Mistress:

I am here as instructed, at the side of the bed, on the floor, on my knees, nude except for my collar. I have cleaned myself, both inside and out. I felt demeaned, kneeling nude in the bathroom, head against the tile as I inserted and gave myself the enema, filling myself with the warm soapy water solution. Placing more and more in me, until I could hold no more. Then holding it until the need became too great. Then sitting there, humiliated as I relieved myself.

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Dear Paige,

How are you Sis? Thank you so much for writing. Yes, everything is lovely here. John’s idea of an extended honeymoon has been an absolute pleasure. When you yourself get married you must insist upon as much time alone, away together as you can.

We have been spending long days by the beach, relaxing and drinking. The night life here is relatively tame, but there are enough little bars and nightspots around to ensure we always have somewhere new to go. We’re being very naughty, drinking and chatting long into the night, and lazing in bed until midday or so the next morning.
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She sat there quietly on her couch, the laptop open, the screen blank and glowing. Her nostrils flared as she once again breathed in the scent of her arousal. It happened more often now than it used to. Some days she woke up smelling of heat and lust. She knew she should go shower, after all, surely others would notice the heady fragrance, yet. . .to wash away the scent would mean denying herself the pleasure of simply enjoying the very air around her.

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Em answered the ad in the paper on Saturday. Money had been short recently; her landlord had been around twice, left notes under her door about last month’s rent. The job sounded perfect. The ad read:

quick easy money – $500 for 4 hours
female subjects aged 20-40 desired for study in new technological field
no experience necessary

The man on the phone seemed rude, but the money was good and the commitment was even better. She asked him what was required for the study and he replied that he only recruits people – she would find out when she got to her interview. She set up an interview for the very next week and hung up the phone with a smile on her face.
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For any woman who has not discovered the joy and pleasure of masturbating, please realize it is natural, it is enjoyable; you were made to enjoy your body and it is well past time to begin… and many men are very turned on by knowing about it, hearing about it and even watching, especially if they know that you are fantasizing about them.

A cold, chilling wind blows outside… icicles dangle precariously from windowsills and porch railings… fresh, white, untouched snowdrifts cover the ground… warming rays of bright sunshine make trees and surfaces glisten… schools closed… another winter day. I’m unable to get out of the house because power lines are down across the road, denying any access to the outside world. With mundane chores completed and lunch behind us, I settle into my cozy bed, alone as usual under a thick, soft, worn quilt with a cup of my favorite cinnamon spice hot herbal tea and a historical romance novel to devour for the afternoon. Reclining back into a pile of soft pillows, I close my eyes, my mind briefly wandering back to memories of the previous night’s passion – thanks to a very special and exciting new friend.
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The following story is dedicated to Lisa, who encouraged me to submit this story for you to read.

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I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I’m 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I’m 6′ tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I’ve got naturally curly brown hair, and a very hairy chest and stomach. I’ve been in law enforcement for twenty-two years, not as a police officer, but within the jail setting. We are trained to rely more on our physical abilities, than our patrol counterparts since we carry no weapons on our persons while on duty.
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This was a story my wife sent to me whilst I was away over an extended period of time. This was her first ’story’ which although still a fantasy , is one we might take further one day soon!! The story is ‘as written’ to me when I was far far away!

Having been away on a trip and not being expected back, you return to find the house in complete darkness apart from the bedroom light. Trying to catch me out and surprise me, you creep in the front door and quietly climb the stairs. You hear voices coming from our room and stop to listen in the darkness of the landing.
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I had been working away all week, when I got back home Friday night I read my mail then got my messages from the phone. There was one from my neighbour asking me to go over Saturday afternoon after two, I now knew his name “Howard Good”. I had not been able to make up my mind whether to go or not, but hearing his invitation I decided to go.

Saturday afternoon came, I had bathed, shaved my legs and pubic hair (as I always do) and dressed in black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, skimpy black panties, pink skirt, white blouse and white high heels. It was after two o’clock when I left my house and walked over to Howard’s, he had a long gravel drive, I was finding it hard to walk on in my high heels. Eventually I reached his door, the house looked magnificent from outside, I did not have to ring the bell as the door opened as I got to it. Howard greeted me warmly and complemented me on my choice of clothes.
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“I’ll take the cherry one!” I said grabbing one of the candy sticks from Spencer’s hand. I had no clue what they were called, but they looked like a candy cane…just without the hook at the end.

“Damn, I wanted that one.” he mumbled.

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As I arrive at your bedroom door, I notice the door is slightly ajar, and silently, I enter. You are getting ready for bed. I stand there very close to you, but you are facing the back wall and do not see me. You are slowly getting undressed and the thought and sight of you excites me in a way that it shouldn’t with a friend. We have been friends for a long time, and I’ve always found you attractive, with your short dirty blond hair just above your shoulders, and the way it shimmers in the darkness. I’ve always hoped you found me attractive, but have always been to shy to ask. You are still facing away as you unbutton your bra and let it fall to the ground. You stand there now in nothing but a long denim skirt. I am so excited I can barely control myself and I let out a slight moan.
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