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 No.116[Reply]

posted some of my odd clown stories on the previous site, so I figured I'd try and post some here. This is the most risque story I've written, featuring sex and other naughty stuff. I hope you enjoy, even if it is a little…strange.



Don't Make Me Laugh
Written by Hugo Prosperio
Idea by matago
(Warning. This story contains heavy sexual content, a rarity amongst my stories. It also includes strange transformation fetish material, so if that ain't your cup of tea, please, feel free to move on. For those interested in Bimbo and Clown TFs, and other strange things, read on)

The sun was shining as Veronica James walked into her local police station. You see, Veronica loved her job as a police woman. She loved the power it gave her, and she was never afraid to show it. Most people that knew here would have described her as being cold. She walked in her long dirty blonde hair tied into a bun that was hidden under her uniform hat, and she grinned as she walked in. She loved that every man in the station would give anything to be with her, and she wouldn't give any of them an inch. She loved how much power it gave her over them.

"Hey, Ronnie" one of her fellow officers said to her as he passed. She grabbed him by his arm.

"I told you not to call me that. My name is Veronica." She said.

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She arrived at her apartment with no further intertuptions, which was a great relief to her. She flung herself inside and locked the door. She quickly ran to the bathroom and saw her new face and let out a shriek.

"My Face!" she cried as she slumped to the ground, absent-mindedly letting her hand find its way to her still wet private.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she stated again as waves of pleasure flew through her from her masturbation.

"I think I know" said a voice from the doorway. Veronica turned her had as fast as she could, and saw a figure standing in the bathroom doorway, a girl, plump as could be, wearing brightly colored clothes. Her face was familiar, and then it hit her.

"You!" she said. "The girl I tried to arrest yesterday! The one with the weed!" she hissed. "What are you doing…how'd you get in here?"

The girl giggled. "No need to thank me…I just wanted to make you smile!"

"What?! What are you talking about?!" Veronica snapped.

"Why your thrilling changes! I hope you like them!" the plump girl laughed.
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 No.113[Reply]

Jane sat down in her chair and moved her mouse, the screen clicking back as the light filled the dark cubicle.
Putting her double shot latte down on the desk, she placed her head in her hand and looked out of the window.
It’d been dark for a few hours now, the pale glow of the monitor being one of the few light sources left in the vacant office.

This had been the third night that week, one of countless nights that year she’d had to stay late to work over the past few years.

Glancing over at the photograph of her children, she half smiled an awkward smile as she turned back to the stack of paper work.

They lived with their father now, and that bimbo Stacey he’d ended up marrying after they’d divorced.

A large part of the reason behind their separation being the situation she was currently in.
Work always came first, and her manager Ms. Jenkins was definitely making sure of that. It wasn’t her fault that so much work was coming in, but at times it seemed like she was picking on Jane for some reason.
Flicking through her e-mails while sipping the creamy coffee, she clicked down the list of junk “Free Viagra, Timeshare in Yellowstone, Diet pills”; the never-ending list seeming to stretch as far as the inbox would go.
After a few minutes of deleting, there were only a handful of messages left over in the once overly stuffed inbox.

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“Good morning San Diego, I’m Tom Taylor and this is your morning weather! Rain today, with-“ the radio continued as Jane half looked up at it, rolling on to her back as she yawned, sinking her head back in to the pillow.
Sitting up, the blood rushed to her head, a throbbing starting to ache out as she placed a hand to the side of her face, her long nails scratching her ever so slightly.
Moving her hand away, she stared at it.
The stubby, neatly cut nails were gone, now well-manicured and longer, pale pink nail varnish coating the once dull beds.
Nervously she looked down.
And there, staring back up at her, were a perfect pair of DD’s, peering out from a now damaged nightshirt as the buttons had broken free in the night.
Tearing the shirt off, she ran her hands up her sides, which had changed as well, her waist now pinched inwards, her thighs and rear swollen out in opposite, moving her hands up to the now buxom torso and over, brushing a lock of long blond hair off of her shoulder.
Getting up, she cautiously walked in to the bathroom, inspecting herself in the mirror.
She twisted slightly, viewing her newly curved rear, her hips the same diameter as her newly acquired chest and winced “God, how am I going to get anything to fit!? This has got to stop”
After cleaning herself up, and searching through her wardrobe for the largest shirt she could find, she pulled it on and still barely managed to button it two thirds of the way.

The mornings rain had been a Godsend in it allowing her to pull on a large coat over the top of her dangerous new curves, a hood over her now shining blond hair.

Storming through the office, she dismissively answered any questions before sliding in to the safety of her cubicle, sliding off the soaking wet overcoat on to the back of her chair as she quickly opened her inbox.
Ignoring the day’s tasks, she fired straight through to the message she’d received the night before, yet as expected it was nowhere to be seen.
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 No.115

I posted some of my odd clown stories on the previous site, so I figured I'd try and post some here. This is the most risque story I've written, featuring sex and other naughty stuff. I hope you enjoy, even if it is a little…strange.



Don't Make Me Laugh
Written by Hugo Prosperio
Idea by matago
(Warning. This story contains heavy sexual content, a rarity amongst my stories. It also includes strange transformation fetish material, so if that ain't your cup of tea, please, feel free to move on. For those interested in Bimbo and Clown TFs, and other strange things, read on)

The sun was shining as Veronica James walked into her local police station. You see, Veronica loved her job as a police woman. She loved the power it gave her, and she was never afraid to show it. Most people that knew here would have described her as being cold. She walked in her long dirty blonde hair tied into a bun that was hidden under her uniform hat, and she grinned as she walked in. She loved that every man in the station would give anything to be with her, and she wouldn't give any of them an inch. She loved how much power it gave her over them.

"Hey, Ronnie" one of her fellow officers said to her as he passed. She grabbed him by his arm.

"I told you not to call me that. My name is Veronica." She said.

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 No.111[Reply]

When the cat’s away
By: Mddubya

Jan and John were a very happily married couple. John however, was very jealous and worried constantly that Jan's good looks attracted to much attention. To say Jan was good looking was like saying the Mona Lisa was just another painting. Standing 5'5 put in the average height range, but that was the only thing average about her. Long naturally honey blond hair reaching to mid back in beautiful thick, gentle waves, piercing blue/grey eyes, the face of a model and the body of a centerfold. 34D-24-36.

John was in the Army Reserve and knew it was just a matter of time before his number came up and he would have to go to the middle east, and sure enough, it finally did. His unit was being deployed for a 1 year tour. Of course Jan was scared for his safety and dreaded not seeing him for a whole year. John had concerns as well, but his were completely different from Jan's. The night before his departure Jan through a huge going away party for him, inviting all their friends and John older sister Beth who lived in an apartment nearby. During the course of the party John took Beth off to the side and expressed his concerns and worries about leaving Jan alone for a full year. "Just look at her Beth", John said, "she is friggin gorgeous, some other man is going to swoop in on her as soon as word gets around that I'm gone". "I swear I almost wish she wasn't so beautiful, at least if she was fat and didn't have those perfect tits and gorgeous hair I wouldn't have to worry so much." Beth listened intently to her brothers concerns and finally said, "you know, my lease is almost up on my apartment, I could move in with her while you are gone and keep an eye on her." John's face lit up when he heard this, "that would be perfect" he replied. What John didn't know was that Beth had never been to crazy about Jan ever since she'd overheard Jan telling one of her friends how she didn't really want Beth as one of bridesmaids because she was fat and wasn't as pretty as the rest of them, but was letting her be one to make John happy. Beth now saw her chance to make Jan pay for that comment. The gears in Beth's head were turning already, all needed to do was sneak some appetite stimulator drugs and something to make Jan as docile as kitten from the pharmaceutical lab she worked at.

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 No.112

>>111

"No Play While the Cats Away - Part 2" by Burke Rakers

Jan heard Jon's car pull up in the driveway. She pulled her robe around her bulging body and looked again at the dinner she'd prepared. She wasn't usually the most domestic of woman, but she'd tried hard over the last three months to become the best wife she could be. After all, what else was open to her. And it wasn't as if she had much else to offer him anymore. She still suffered under the dimming effects of Beth's brain-damaging drugs, and her old job…or anything similar…was forever beyond her.

She quickly looked about the room and saw the long, dark bulk of her beloved Black Cock where she'd left it, and she quickly scooped it up and tossed it under the bed. It was slicked and moist with pussy juice, and she thought again about how her husband hadn't even tried to touch her during the last month. He was disgusted with her, and she almost burst into tears again…knowing that none of this was her fault.

She looked at herself in a mirror, knowing that she was quite unappetizing these days, but wanting to feel that she'd at least TRIED to look good for her man. She thought fleetingly about all her big, black boyfriends she'd once had, and a moan escaped her. She'd been hypnotized into wanting them…

("I love black cock" popped into her head again. A mantra she'd repeated over and over to herself during the day, thanks to Jan's mind control. She couldn't STOP thinking it! It was so unfair…)

…but that was over. She'd never go down that road again. NEVER!

The woman reflected back at her…was repulsive. A gross, fat parody of the person she'd once been. As her pregnancy continued (she'd not been able to go through with the abortion she'd wanted, thanks to Jans. mental twisting. Every time she'd started to sign the papers…she'd been gripped with panic attacks), her body kept changing, and the woman reflected back at her was now a pear-shaped slob, with a gigantic butt, hips and thighs, a growing pot belly (that would grow much larger still) and big, floppy udders that hung down on either side of her rounded gut. Thick, black body hair grew like a tangled forest on her legs, up her belly, on her arms…everywhere. Her still recognizable face had a dark uni-brow, noticeable moustache and sparse chiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.110[Reply]

Will you still respect me afterwards?
mdduyba

Bill and Joan had what appeared to be an ideal marriage. Joan was for all appearances every mans ideal. 5"5", 125 lbs, 36D-26-36 with long blond hair with just the right amount of body to it. Add to that her drop dead gorgeous face and what man wouldn't be turned on by her? Unfortunately Bill fit into that category. As much as he loved and adored Joan, deep down he wasn't satisfied. For as long as he could remember, he had always found himself attracted to women who fell outside the lines of normal beauty. He had married Joan for appearances sake, to fit in. And she had served him well, she was the perfect wife at social functions as he had climbed up the social and corporate ladder. But now he was successful and well established with his job and lately his mind and eyes had been wandering. Often he dreamed of waking up one day and Joan suddenly being HIS ideal woman, not everyone else's. Joan had noticed that their love life was suffering, and had often felt that Bill wasn't exactly there as they made love. It was obvious that his mind was elsewhere most of the time. She had asked him what was wrong, was it her? And a couple of times after a few too many drinks, he had almost confessed to her, but had caught himself before he blurted out what his ideal woman was. He knew Joan would think he was crazy, and most likely would leave him on the spot. NO he thought, it's best if she never finds out. So he resigned himself to life as it was now.

But then as fate would have it, they took a vacation to New Orleans. After a night of hitting all the hot spots in the French Quarter they were both buzzing high from all the Hurricanes and assorted mixed drinks. As they stumbled and staggered back to there motel room they came across a strange looking shop, Madame LaRoue's shoppe of Dream Fulfillment. It was actually Joan's idea to enter the shop, she practically had to drag Bill inside. But as soon as they were inside, Madame LaRoue said, "I've been expecting ya'll" "I sense there is trouble in paradise between the two of you, would you like for Me to help you?" Bill being drunk and caught totally off guard blurted out, Yeah sure, like that's going to happen. Madame LaRoue glared at him and spoke, "I can sense that you don't believe me, but I assure you I can fulfill your fantasies." "All it would take would be agreement from Joan here" Joan shocked that she had known her name, and being quite intoxicPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.109[Reply]

uthor's Notes: A transformation story featuring: Two girls! Cowgirl Transformation! Lactation! Milk-drinking! Some milk expansion, and possibly addictive milk.
My first post here, so be gentle, I'se a fragile little critter T_T …but to be serious :) go ahead and critique me if you like, I won't bite. …though I'm not abhorrent to flattery and general butt-kissing either ;p
Enjoy!


Just in Good Taste
By Fenris49

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Andy shuffled her feet, looking back and forth down the hallway as she waited outside Molly's apartment door.

"C'mon, c'mon," she muttered to herself. "If you flake out on me, I swear to god, I'm going home. I am not jogging by myself."

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 No.108[Reply]

Jan was aware of her fiancé's long time secret desire to make love to a black woman. She also knew he loved her dearly and he would never cheat on her, and that his upbringing would never allow him to actually sleep with a black woman anyway. They had both been raised and still lived in the deep south, and for the most part, that was just not accepted. Not for their generation anyway. However, Halloween was right around the corner, and she and Dave had been invited to a big costume party. So just for shits and giggles, she decided she was going to try and find a way of fulfilling his fantasy, and taking care of her costume at the same time. But after a rather exhaustive search of the internet she had come up empty handed. So on Halloween day she found herself with no costume. Disheartened, she resigned herself to just buying a off the shelf costume, maybe a sexy one at least, if they had anything decent left. She did after all have the body for it, even if she did downplay her figure most of the time. But no matter what she wore, there was no denying she was a fine looking woman. Naturally blonde, which she wore to mid-back in a pony-tail most of the time. And she still weighed the same 130 lbs she had weighed back in high school, and still measured 34C-26-36, thanks to her elliptical machine.

Driving towards the same costume shop she had been going to for years, she happened to see a new one that she had never seen before, or even heard of for that matter. Ye Olde Majic Shoppe, In fact, in seemed like the entire building had appeared out of nowhere. She could have sworn there was a vacant lot there before, not the dilapidated building she was now parking in front of. "who knows, maybe they will have what I'm looking for here?", she was saying to herself as she exited her car. Walking in the door, she was assaulted by a dank musty smell, and everywhere she looked, was dust and spider webs, as if the store had been there for ages. On top of that, it was for the most part empty. There were a few wooden boxes sitting around, and what looked like numerous props, corn stalk brooms, axes and chain saws. All in all it gave her a creepy feeling, and she was just about to walk out when an elderly woman walked out of the back and greeted her. "Welcome Jan, I've been expecting you." "I have exactly what you're looking for right here, waiting on you"

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 No.106[Reply]

Irma The Bruja

Warning Story contains.
Middle Age AP
Weight Gain
Race Change
Degeneration
IQ Reduction
Breast Expansion
Butt Expansion
Mind control
Lesbianism

If you still find Spelling mistakes or bad written sentences. I apologize and please let me know.

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 No.105[Reply]

ACT IT OUT! by Whiterabbit

"You stole the disc from him? Wow, you really are a master-thief Sara…" Robert said to his wife Victoria.

"Oh well, you know Stanley, you learn some techniques along the way to extract certain objects from people" Victoria replied.

"Well, how did you do it then? That old bloke kept the disc closer than his wedding ring!" Robert said.

"Do you want me to show you how I did it?" Victoria said, trying to be sensual. She and Robert approached each other slowly, and she wrapped her arms around him, but just before they started to kiss they both started to laugh uncontrollably.

"God, Robert, this script is soooo lame…how did we ever end up here?!" Victoria said betwen laughs. "I'm so sorry honey, if I ever knew what kind of cheap screenplay they would want us to play out, I would have never signed us up…I'm sorry" He said, appologetically. It was Roberts idea to go to the new company,"Act it out!" which claimed to offer the opportunity to play out professionally written screenplays, while your performance would be professionally recorded, edited and processed, providing you with a nice dvd of your performance.

Robert had thought it was a fun idea, giving that both he and Victoria loved movies. He chose the option of playing out a scene from a classic crime-thriller, a genre they both loved. But now that they were at the company, in the rehearsal room, playing through the script, he regretted his descision. The script was lame, not to mention a bit sleazy and cheap (after the aformentioned kiss, they script even suggested a sex-scene, though details were left out).

"Aw, Robert, is alright. I know you meant well. The idea sounded great, but well…you never know how these type of things turn out". Victoria said as she comforted her loving husband. They were a happily married couple, who went through life with a laugh all the time. If they bumped into problems they just joked about it, such as know.
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 No.104[Reply]

Third Date by Ghost (BE, -IQ, Slutification)

“Bill wait!”

I looked up over the roof of my car to see Melinda running across the parking lot. Melinda was in my English class. She was nice, but we really didn’t know each other.

“I heard that you are going on a date with Michelle tonight.” Melinda said.

“Yes,” I responded, wondering where this was leading. Melinda pulled out a plastic bag. In the bag was a gold chain with a crystal pendant. The crystal was long, and so red it looked fake.

“Please give this to her and tell her ‘no hard feelings,’ Okay?”

“Sure,” I said taking the bag and tossing it into the car. Melinda thanked me and ran back to towards the busses. I got into my car and drove off. On the drive home I began thinking about Michelle. I liked Michelle. She was captain of the high school dance team, with a hot, toned body, beautiful smile, and graceful movement. Not only that, she was in my advanced placement classes and my study group. We had spent most of the semester studying together and learning how much fun it was to hang out together. Just last month I’d worked up the nerve to ask her out on a date and tonight would be our third date. The challenge we were facing as a couple was that she seemed to be more interested in being my friend instead of my girlfriend. While we had fun together she wouldn’t even let me hold her hand, let alone kiss her. I tried to remain hopeful that she really did like me, but that accepting physical intimacy was just hard for her. However, I had to accept that if by the end of the third date she wasn’t ready to lower her defenses even a little and let me hold her hand, she probably didn’t like me enough to ever accept any kind of physical intimacy from me.

Resolved to give this date my best effort I strode up to her door at exactly 5:00 and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and came skipping out. She was wearing a white top with a pink jacket, long jeans, and tennis shoes. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her smile and her earrings sparkled in the sun.
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 No.99[Reply]

The Domme Meme
By Tang

Miriam Andrews drew off the road and round the crescent driveway. The house was not a mansion, but in this part of London had to be worth a fortune. It was discreet, set back from the road, yet within walking distance of good cafes and great restaurants. It suggested that the woman who owned it, Selina Wardell, liked her privacy, but not to be out of contact with the world.

Miriam was about to turn forty. She had been working as a financial journalist since leaving university. She liked the job, it had provided her with travel across the world and her words influenced business people and governments alike. Lately she had moved towards features rather than breaking news stories. She felt it gave her time to really get to know her subjects, something that had grown in importance once she had realised that it was the people in business rather than the business that they did, which really attracted her. In addition, she had also recognised that her thirties had passed by in what felt like a single year and she had many acquaintances but no real friends and a dearth of lovers. She did wonder if a new life started at her next birthday, but being uncertain, she thought it a good idea to free up some time to meet people and relax a little.

Miriam stepped from the car and rang the doorbell. In moments it was opened by a woman in her twenties. Miriam tried to do the sums, but gave up when she realised that Selina had no children, so this could not be her daughter; maybe a niece? The woman was typical of a type - English public school. Her skin was pale though not unhealthy and she had sleek long ash-blonde hair running down her back. Her complexion was smooth, not only visible on her face, but also her bare shoulders. She wore a black silk corset embroidered with red vines and tight black suede trousers that disappeared into shiny black leather boots at her knees. Her clothing was at once both sensuous and subdued. Looking closer a few things, like the diamond that glinted from the side of her nose and the braided leather choker tight against her throat, added a little more exotic flavour. Miriam remembered the comments she had heard in passing about Wardell's sexuality. They might now be being confirmed, though to Miriam they were immaterial. In almost twenty years of interviews she had always focused on her interviewees' business outlook, not any other attitudes that went around in their minds.

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 No.100

>>99
Selina dropped the bag containing her training kit in the corner. It was the third time she had been to the gym that week. She had asked Gareth, the trainer she knew best, to put her on to something for muscle toning, and while she guessed it was too early to have started having an effect, she did feel stronger and her muscles seemed more lithe beneath her skin. She ran her fingers over her hair. Despite using the dryer it was still rather damp, maybe she needed to go for a shorter cut, something that would dry quicker. The tall Scandinavian woman she had seen there a couple of times came to mind and Selina wondered if she could have something like her look. Selina stretched to switch on her computer on her desk and went to hunt for her coffee cup.

"That's a nice jacket."

Selina looked round to see Susan Pearce framed in the doorway. She glanced down at the black leather jacket which in recent days had replaced the black cotton one she had been wearing for the past couple of years. She was glad that she had gone for the cafe racer style with the popper to seal it tight at her neck. Selina felt the urge to step closer to Susan, knowing that doing so would show off the spike-heeled boots that emerged from beneath her suit trousers. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it." Selina said truthfully. "Have you got something like it?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you wear it to work?"

"Erm, I don't know. I didn't feel it would quite fit in."

"Well, if a tax inspector can wear one surely it's perfect for her workers."

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 No.101

>>100

The doorbell rang. Selina felt a sudden burst of excitement, but stilled herself. It was no way for a Domme to behave to jump up suddenly. Maybe to give her greater confidence in her role she had adopted clothes more like the ones Ingrid wore - tight white silk blouse and an ankle-length black leather skirt concealing knee-length laced boots. Selina waited for the second ring before she stood and walked to the door, doing one final check of the room. It was perfect. Having followed the directions Ingrid had supplied, there was the right balance of light, colours, sounds and scents for entrapping an increasingly submissive woman. As Selina had read, this approach was not about erasing the target's personality, it was about shaping it to have particular characteristics, so Susan would still be Susan, but a Susan eager to submit sexually to Selina.

On opening the door, Selina's optimism received a boost. Susan seemed already to have moved in the direction of clothing that Selina had envisaged for her. Her sleek leather jacket was zipped up and the tab closed at her throat. She wore cropped skin-tight pale blue jeans that showed off every contour and had a length that meant the spike-heeled boots emerged for everyone to see.

"Hi, you look great." Selina said with true enthusiasm.

"Thanks." Susan said a little self-consciously. "I felt it was important that you would like what I'm wearing. I got the jeans specially to show off the boots."

"Yes, it is important, and I do like what you're wearing. A nice pair of leather jeans would just finish off that outfit. Once you start working for me you'll get some. Come in. You'd like a drink, some wine."

"Thanks, some wine would be nice."

"Come into the lounge." Selina led the way. "It's all informal here, make yourself comfortable on the floor."
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 No.102

>>101

Selina had woken early. Her business seemed to have come so far in the previous week, but today, with the return of Susan, she would see if she had made true progress in becoming a real Domme, or whether she would have to go back for remedial lessons. Selina sat in the living room irritably, looking at the clock coming closer to nine. There was still thirty minutes to go when the doorbell rang. Again Selina resisted the urge to bound to the door and open it, instead she walked calmly, though inside her excitement was boiling up. Selina opened the door, glad to see that in fact it was Susan. She was dressed from head to toe in black leather, the jacket and the boots were by now familiar, but the tight trousers, sleek and uninterrupted by pockets were a new addition. The jacket was unzipped and beneath Selina could catch glimpses of a shiny bustier. Selina felt strong as she realised it had been her that had shaped this young woman to look like this, to think in the way that made wearing such sexy clothes second nature.

"You're looking hot." Selina said aloud, no longer afraid of scaring Susan away.

"Thank you." Susan looked down at herself. "I wanted to wear things that would, erm, please you." She said as if still a little uncertain at the urges that were filling her mind.

"That is excellent. They do. I've bought you some clothes a little like these, that not only will please me, but you'll enjoy wearing."

"Thank you, you are too generous to me."

"It is nothing, you serve me well, I reward that."

Selina marvelled at the language coming to her lips, but imagined that, as she realised that she would soon possess her first slave, further aspects of her dominant personality were being unlocked.
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 No.103

>>102

Now:

"An interesting story."

Miriam felt it was all she could really say. A lot of it she took to be exaggeration and clearly, for some reason, Selina felt she had to justify her sexual choices. Trimmed down it would make a reasonable story about successful women in business being mentors to bring on other women, and the benefits of a little assertiveness training.

"Yes, I know what you're thinking, it's a bit of reality, mixed with a little fantasy." Selina said. "Well, I don't need to waste time convincing you that everything I have told you is true."

"Why? Because you're going to recruit me to this band of mistresses?" Miriam scoffed.

Selina smiled smugly. "No, you're already a recruit and soon you will begin recognising it."

As if on cue, the young woman in shiny black returned. Miriam jolted as she realised how attractive she was and thoughts of wanting to get to know her better came into Miriam's mind. For a moment she thought it nothing unusual, but then realised she was running her eyes over this woman's body, wondering what it would like to be kissed by her, to have her at Miriam's feet, to feel her tongue lapping at Miriam's clitoris.
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