Ravar’s heart froze in his chest. He settled for perching one hip on the desk edge, right thigh crossed over left, called for his visitor to enter. As an afterthought he cast his gaze about for his cigarettes, found them.
Something tightened about his crotch, making him gasp, shaft throbbing as blood rushed, beating a pulse in his ears.
The door on the far wall opened, a plump female face showing in the gap, one ginger curl falling free.
“Professor Ravar? Are you busy?”
Busier than you can know, girl… he thought.
He waved her in. Sasha Corvousier came in, masses of ginger hair following after her, shimmying a body used to richer food than his. Her twin, Frederick Corvousier, trailed behind.
“Just finished off some pages for the Printing Guild.” he said, smiled. About 20 odd, they both had sincere and wide freckled faces, “What do you need?”
“We were wondering if you could shed some light on a quote?” she ventured.
He frowned slightly; his arousal was growing, cock pulsing steadily with his heartbeat, trousers a confining prison.
“Which one?”
“The quote you said would be on the exam? About more things in…uh…philosophy.” Read more…
Tag: Submission
- Author name:
- Pepper
- Publish date:
- October 5th, 2014
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(Ring… Ring… Ring)
Hello.
Good evening Mistress, this is Pepper.
Hi! Good evening. How are you?
Well… I’m very good and very excited to be speaking with you.
Very good, My pet. I’ve been thinking of you and I’m excited to be talking to you too. Are you wearing your panties and chastity? Read more…
- Author name:
- j r
- Publish date:
- September 26th, 2014
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Elena was as stunning as she was kinky. At 50, she still had the body (and the sex drive) of a woman half her age. Blonde, with hypnotically green eyes, long legs and full breasts, she remained the cool, confidant domme who had begun turning older men into groveling slaves before she was a teenager. Read more…
- Author name:
- Jarrod
- Publish date:
- August 29th, 2014
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As the player moved up and down in concert with his chest he felt impatient, “when will it start?” he thought. He calmed himself inside his mind and began to wonder why he was acting this way. He had not even been able to hear a recording yet but the anticipation was so intense as if it were Christmas morning, Halloween night and the first time in love all wrapped up into one. He started to tell himself to forget this sillyness and then he heard it. Read more…
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon like any other. Finally he had been taking care of myself. Drinking plenty of water, getting 8 hours of sleep a night and focusing on things other than femdomme hypnotism. It seemed that every time he got into a rhythm or became productive something would derail him. Soon he would find himself scanning the net till the wee hours of the morning looking for the next kick, the next quick fix. Something that could break the spell she indefinitely had over him. Sure, he could stay away for a while but he always found himself drifting back, back and back again to the Goddess Marquesa. Read more…
