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<title>Be Careful What You Wish For…  Part 3</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Part 3  &lt;br /&gt;
After finishing her breakfast,   Jenny placed the plate on the floor for Bob to lick up the crumbs.    He not only licked the plate clean, but also licked the fingers of his   mistress.  “It’s time to go back to the kitchen and clean up   all the dirty dishes,” she told him.  “The kitchen better be   spotless when you are done.”  He gathered the tray and dishes   and hurried back to the kitchen.  When he was finished, he went   back to the bedroom, and entered on all fours, as he figured she wanted   him to do.  Jenny had a pad of paper in her lap and was just finishing   writing something on it.  “If you are finished with the kitchen,   here is a list of chores that you will be expected to complete today.    If you complete everything on this list and pass my inspection, you   may be promoted from ‘dog’ to ‘slave’ and will be permitted   to sleep in my bed tonight.  You may get up now and start your   chores.”  Bob got up and accepted the list from Jenny.    He scanned it and saw that it was a list of household chores.    “I have another list for you,” she said, handing him a second piece   of paper.  This was a longer list of household chores.  “These   chores are now yours to complete on a weekly basis,” she told him.    “From now on, you will have to earn the right to orgasm.  Each   chore you complete will be scored on a point system.  I will determine   the number of points awarded for each chore.  If you do a substandard   job on any chore, you will be awarded a lower number of points.”    “How many points do I need to earn for an orgasm?” he asked.    “You will need 5,000 points by the end of this week.  If you   don’t earn enough points by next Sunday, the slate is wiped clean   and you will have to work for another week to earn enough points.    Oh, and by the way, the price goes up by 500 points for each week you   fail to earn enough.  So if by the end of the second week, you   haven’t earned 5,000 points, you will need 5,500 points, the third   week, 6,000 points, and so on.  You may earn bonus points by doing   unexpected things like bringing me romantic gifts, doing extra chores   without being asked, or being attentive to my needs.  I, of course,   will determine your scoring.  You’d better get started.    Oh, yeah, I haven’t fed you yet.  Go back to the kitchen and   get yourself some breakfast,” she told him.  Bob’s eyes brightened   up at the prospect of some ‘human food’.  “The dog food is   in the pantry and you know where your food bowl is,” she said.    Dejectedly, he placed the lists in his mouth and walked out to the kitchen   on all fours.  He went to the pantry and pulled out a can of dog   food.  I can’t believe I’m going to feed myself dog food, he   thought.  He did not want to suffer the wrath of Jenny again, however.    He used the electric can opener on it and emptied the food into the   dog bowl.  He got down on all fours and lowered his mouth to the   food.  As he started to eat, he felt Jenny’s hand stroking the   top of his head.  “Good boy,” she said.  “I was wondering   if you would obey me.  I can see that you are well on your way   to becoming a good slave.”   &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<title>Be Careful What You Wish For…  Part 2</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Part 2 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he snapped a leash on his   collar and led him into the bedroom.  At the foot of the bed, he   saw a chain which was locked around the leg of the heavy four poster   bed.  It looked to be about three feet long.  Jenny unsnapped   the leash and padlocked the chain to his collar.  She pulled out   another padlock and locked his wrist cuffs behind his back.  “I’m   going to enjoy a leisurely bath now, and you can get some rest,” she   told him as she pushed him over onto his side with her foot. She undressed,   standing next to him as he lay on the floor.  He looked up at her,   his eyes trailing up her long legs, stopping briefly at her pussy, before   venturing up even further to gaze at the undersides of her ample breasts.    She stood over him, hands on her hips, looking very much like a goddess   or conquering warrior looking down at her defeated enemy.  “Looks   like Mr. Weenie wants to play,” she said with a smirk on her face.    It was then that he realized that his dick was very erect and throbbing.    It was painful though, still constrained within the confines of the   steel ring and the leather harness.  She knelt on the floor, dropped   a little spit into her hand, and started rubbing his penis up and down.    Bob started to moan through the gag as his sexual tension began a rapid   ascent.  She alternated a few quick strokes with a few slow strokes,   until he was at the edge of madness.  He pleaded with her to stop   through the gag, but the words were unintelligible.  Jenny bent   over and took him into her mouth.  Bob was whining heavily into   the gag now.  If she didn’t stop soon, he didn’t even want   to think what might happen if he were to cum.  Without warning,   she stopped abruptly, got up, and walked into the bathroom.  Bob’s   penis continued to throb as he humped the air out of sheer desperation. &lt;br /&gt;
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<title>Be Careful What You Wish For…  Part 1</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;Part 1 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;2008 by wickid’s pet &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He awoke to the familiar smell   of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes,   making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon.    The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected   with a short chain to a nearby bedpost.  The stirring of his “current”   mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning.    He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor   all night.  The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front,   limited his movement.  She had mercifully left the mouth gag off,   as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the   night. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;As he lay on the floor, he   reflected on the events leading up to his current situation.  Six   months ago, he had a real addiction to Internet porn, especially BDSM,   Femdom and male chastity sites.  Late at night, when Jenny was   asleep, he would sneak upstairs to the computer and log on to any number   of these sites and stay on for several hours, amassing a huge collection   of pictures on his hard drive.  Stroking his penis, he would set   his picture viewing software on “slideshow” and pump away while   the pictures flashed by.  He would bring himself close to the edge,   then back off several times, until the inevitable happened and he erupted   in a huge orgasm.  Afterwards, treading softly down the stairs,   he would slide back into bed while Jenny slept soundly.  This soon   developed into a three-to-four times a week habit.   &lt;br /&gt;
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<title>Everything you wanted to know about a Dominatrix</title>
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<description>&lt;p&gt;This is a great segment and it answers a few basics. Give it a look. &lt;span id=&quot;BeginvidDesc8H_7o7SN9fo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H_7o7SN9fo&quot;&gt; Everything you wanted to know about a dominatrix....dominatrix george stroumboulopoulos sex hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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&lt;p&gt;I kneel in silence on the cold   hardwood floor, alone in my prison of darkness.  The intermingled   aroma of leather and burning candles permeates and intoxicates my senses.    I wear only that which serves to bind and restrict movement.  The   straps which join each ankle to each thigh, the leather blindfold, and   the leather collar with the strap in the back  connecting my wrists   to my neck.  The cold steel chain which hangs from the clover clamps   on my nipples brushes against my abdomen with any slight body movement.    My cock is rock hard, kept in constant arousal by the steel cock ring,   which is held in place by a padlocked leather harness around my scrotum.    You have left me here to reflect upon my disobedience. </description>
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<title>From The Sunday Times Stilettos take womens sex life to higher level</title>
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  &lt;h2&gt;High heels can tone your legs and strengthen pelvic muscles, but anything higher than five inches lacks elegance&lt;/h2&gt;
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  &lt;p&gt; WOMEN who simply can’t resist a new pair of stilettos can walk a little  taller. Scientists have discovered that high-heeled shoes - blamed for  stress fractures and joint pain - can have some health benefits. &lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p&gt; A new study has found that wearing a pair of moderately high heels can tone  the body, condition muscles and even improve a woman’s sex life without the  need for onerous exercise sessions. &lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p&gt; Maria Cerruto, a urologist at the University of Verona who led the study, said  she conducted her tests because she wished to tackle “bizarre” nonscientific  theories blaming high heels for a range of ills, including schizophrenia. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<description>Tonight!- BRC Chat: New &amp; Growing In The Lifestyle – This 12 part series continues

Topic: New &amp; Growing In The Lifestyle – Part 2: Definitions

Presenter:
Sassy Sioux

Topic highlight: This week we will be looking at various definitions and terms used in the lifestyle.  These will include the various &quot;labels&quot; that people use, types of play, toys, furniture, and other terms that will help you in your journey.  If you have heard of something and do not know what it is, this is the place to ask about it.</description>
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<title>In the Garden with Mistress</title>
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<description>     I had been talking with Mistress on the phone for months now, and was looking forward to meeting her face to face.  As she outlined her rules for a meeting in person, I was struggling to concentrate on what she was saying. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to meet HER—the woman of my dreams.  Her website had a picture of the most beautiful female I had ever seen. The picture showed her long, red hair that flowed in wavy cascades. The face that it framed was exquisite. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and rough humor. Her smooth cheeks punctuated by a whisper of dimples. I had only seen the one picture, but it was from the waist up and I had spent many hours staring at her perfect breasts. I was going to meet this woman in the flesh and could barely wait until Friday!
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