Training Samantha. You may like to read Training Samantha the prequel first.
Sammy was in a state of shock. Somehow she had let Mike talk her into joining some kind of sex club as a way of curing her depression.
She knew it was crazy, there was no way she could go through with it.
She decided...
Sammy gets trained, the prequel
Samantha was depressed. Her life was a mess. She was going nowhere. She failed her college courses. She couldn’t keep a boyfriend. She needed help.
Her friend Anya suggested she contact Mike, a life coach who had helped other girls, so Samantha arranged to...
"...explore at your own risk. You will soon learn who you really are. Welcome to the World." John had watched the video dozens of times, probably close to 100. It was the top trending news article and online topic, the most talked about item, and basically a global viral hit. The game...
Jeremy turned off from the main road and along a gravel drive, a house appeared that looked like a few repairs wouldn’t go a miss, it must have looked good in its day, Jeremy parked and helped Shirley out the car whereas l was left to get myself out, they walked arm in arm while l followed...
I have been used by my master Jeremy now for nearly 2 years, l split from my wife and Jeremy moved me into a small flat which he pays for so lm always on call, l really am his sissy slave now and l love it. I’ve been taking the hormone medication for 13 months, my cock has almost disappeared...
Note: This story includes non-consensual sex, sexual slavery, humiliation, BDSM, and gangbanging. If any of these bother you, please skip this story.
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My name is Stephanie. At age 26, I was on top of the world, or at least seemed to be. I am 5’10” with a...
Tracey did find it ironic that the way she was escaping becoming a slave herself was to work for the largest supplier of slaves and slave equipment in the country helping to develop new ways of making it easier to subjugate women.
Luckily she was born brainy and had secured a job in the labs of...
Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man.
She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl it had to be said, and like so many girls struggling to make a living by herself she had decided...
Chapter 11
I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to St. Martin street. From what I have read St. Martin Street is like a red light district. There is a lot of of causal bars there but also there are strip clubs and some brothels. After about a 5 mile cab ride I arrived at St. Martin...
Chapter 7
I looked at my watch and realized it was still early. I decided I should go out and maybe see some of Port de Paul's night life. I proceeded to put on a button up shirt, dress shorts and some loafers. As I was heading over the table to get my wallet and room key card I noticed...
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