The evening before the 9th Annual Symposium included, as always, a cocktail party for Mistresses, Goddesses, and dominant Women to mingle, share some experiences, renew acquaintances, and, of course, flaunt their beauty and power. For there exists, in such Women, a great deal of vanity and pride. In fact, years ago, it became accepted practice for a Mistress to declare Her supremacy over other Mistresses at this event. Such challenges usually led to a sort of battle. Often, choice slaves were used as pawns in such conflicts, since the true measure of a Diva’s power is reflected in Her slave. Read more…
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- Author name:
- Aladys Toy
- Publish date:
- July 7th, 2013
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Part 1
Initiation
Pain.
It covered him from head to toe and pulled him back to consciousness. After a moment he opened his eyes to the blurry world around him and tried to understand. The memories came flooding back too fast for any comprehension. Memories of his search for his friend and teammate, plunging into the enemy base, and then the fight….
They lost. They lost the raid on the base and he was taken captive.
With comprehension sinking in, he tried to focus in on where he was now. He moved his bruised arms and began to rub at his eyes, wiping away the sleep and willing the world into focus. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- May 17th, 2013
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This is the story of a little puppy. He had big, brown eyes, and soft, curly, puppy dog fur. His seemed always to be panting about something or other, and his tail was always wagging with happiness. However, more than anything else, he wanted to become a real dog. And we all know what that means. For a puppy to become a dog, he must be a pet, with a real owner. Read more…
