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Fetish by Faith Cummings
Faith’s portal to all things kinky!
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The Wayword Slut
Layla cracked the whip in the air. She laughed as her slave cringed against the wall she had chained him to. Her long legs reached him in two strides. With a fierce grip, she yanked his head back.
“What’s the matter slut, are you afraid?”
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The Enslavement of Tara
Tara knew she was in over her head. Her body trembled helplessly as she felt the cool air, generated by a strategically placed fan, rippling across her naked flesh. She felt her nipples tighten into hard little peaks and she knew they would remain that way as long as she was cold. Though she was trying very hard to keep her mind as blank as possible, a million thoughts were spinning through it. She was extremely conscious of the pulse racing in her throat, and her knees were staring to ache as she knelt on the cold, concrete floor. She wanted to run away, but escape was impossible for her now
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Seduction
Slow and achingly sensual
Anticipation building
A man and a woman
Shedding all
Seducer and seductress
Tempter and temptress
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At Her Mercy
Somewhere he heard a clock ticking. And yet, he knew there was no clock. Mistress did not believe in clocks. Her slave had no reason to know the time. When he was in her presence, his time and his body belonged solely to her. He tested his bonds and found that she had secured him well to the spanking table. He had enough room to squirm, but not to struggle. Mistress had explained all this to him during their first meeting. Still, an explanation was far different from reality. His cock rose and softened as he waited, bound to the table. He had no idea how long he had been there. It might have been five minutes. It might have been an hour.
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The Gift
Lily’s hands trembled as she finished dressing. Smudging her mascara for a second time, she tossed down the wand with an empathic, “Shit!” Resting her hands on the basin of the sink, she stared into her deep violet eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Her husband Jacob rose from the stool he had sat on while he watched her prepare. Standing behind her, he ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting gesture, “You know there is no choice, Lily.”
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