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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 4
Escapes me. I don't know if "Day 4" exists since I can't find it anywhere (It is assumed that there is a day 3 and a day 5... it is logical to think that there is a day 4)
Will any kind soul on the forum have the answer or the chapter in question?

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (1-100)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (101-200)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (201-300)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (301-400)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (401-500)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (501-600)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (601-700)

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (701-788)

Keep going? Are there more chapters or days? Will the slave whores have their graduation ceremony and their respective graduation party?
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[tanuno]

[TheVenusVariable] Apple for the Teacher
As a teacher of the bondage classes, Vicki often finds herself modeling for her students' ties. (This references an adults-only class. Everyone involved, including Vicki here, is over 18 years old.)

 

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Various images and from various authors.

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[Антон Дмитренко] POKER TROPHY♠︎ ♣︎ ♥︎ ♦︎

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[ScipioZama] Maria Gomez magazine promo: Maria's first escape

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I transmit what was written by the author, apparently it sounds like an attractive comic.
"Magazine style interview with images from Mexican Influencer María Gómez about her upcoming perilous escape attempt. Promo for first set in an image series comic -coming soon.
Inspired by the Carey Carter series by artdude41"

[ScipioZama] Maria Gomez - Issue 1

 

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[Thomas Tergel] Obedience School - Day 5 - Bukkake Session (701-788)

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Interesting story BUT... If there's one thing I don't find sensual, it's to see women with sticky semen covering their faces. I find this DISGUSTING. If I were one of those women, I would rush straight away to the toilet and clean my face quickly (as far as possible of course). But I know lots of people like to see this kind of thing. HORRIBLE!!!

 

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[ScipioZama] Maria Gomez - Issue 1 - P1

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[DrFaker] Lara Croft as the Urinal Slave

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[1964dream] Breasty Tuesday Bondage

 

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[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 11 (History comes from HERE)

An hour later, and the man finally put away the scissor. Abby was in awe. She hadn't ever seen anyone work so passionately on her hair before. She had no mirror, but she acknowledged his love for the craft, and his skill.

"Why... Why aren't you a professional hair stylist, sir?" She asked as he walked away to dispose of her ponytail and some of the hair he could gather up.

"Ah. M'dad say it no be for me. People will take advantage of me. Will find bad work. Here, can work nice horsies, nice cows, nice like you." He said as he returned with a large mirror. The man had hidden talents, and a lot of core strength. She noticed how he held the mirror on a straight arm.

Abigail wanted to win the man over, to find a way to control him to some degree. But, she had found nothing to work with.

Staring into her own reflection, she was hypnotized by her short hair. She hadn't really ever experimented much with new hairstyles. A ponytail was simple and easy to deal with.

"I put things into hair. Will need ta re-apply in two months." He said, putting a small metal box away.

"Thank you. You... did amazing work, sir. The haircut is... Beautiful" Abigail showered him with compliments, and the man blushed and smiled. Waving at her awkwardly as he giggled to himself.

"Hihi.. T.. Thanks... Well. Pa wants ya now. Get goin', girlie" He wiggled a hand at her before turning back to put the mirror down and resume his work.

"That's more like it. And ya look much more relaxed. Can see ya shoulders be lowered and abs less tense. Yap. Good for ya. How was my son?" The old man asked. Abby just smiled and said "he exceeded any and all expectations by a mile, sir."

George laughed heartily.

"Tha's ma boy" He exclaimed proudly. Abby hummed softly, she enjoyed the warmth and the compassion in the air. She was very happy with her new position here.

"Come come. Unfortunately, I been informed ya been a bad girl, so to avoid trouble with the state, I gots to give you less impressive quarters. I sorry for that, girlie" He apologized up front.

"Nono, it's on me, sir. I've been misbehaving lately" Abby was used to lying about her accepting responsibility. She had been abused by the system, forced to run from dangerous men and work. She was on her last leg now. So, she had to suck it up and accept it. And frankly, it all felt worth it. George and Randy were great to her. Simple folks that she could live with and maybe even consider to be family in the future.

Her crotch was throbbing, her clothes felt a little too covering. Something was going on with her body. But, at least she wasn't a place where exploring less clothed options would be that dangerous. Her own place inside the house. Might even be warm and cozy...

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[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 12

There was an old door in the otherwise clean and impressive house. The basement was where they were going. Descending the creaky stairs, Abigail noticed the messy state of the basement and turned around.

"This?" She asked, trying not to be rude. But, she was clearly discontent with her new home. The chains and lewd devices cluttering the floor made her feel very uncomfortable. Her womb mark glowed brighter as she held back her frown.

"Yeh.. Sorry girlie. Two other girlies lived here. They were into those metal things. But, they were transferred elsewhere. More busy with how they looked than the work needing ta be done. That's why I hoped for a man. Less distracted, stronger. Y'know?" He gave her an apologetic smile, and it actually did disarm her. Part of her was hoping to vent frustration at this old man, but he seemed innocent enough. And with how hard it is to make a living, this was all sounding reasonable.

"So. Ya first task be to clean up all the things here. Since their owners left, they all be yours, but please put toys away. When ya done, go to bed. Tomorrow I'll get ya some food."

Abby nodded. She wasn't that hungry, and a warm bed was all she needed. Quickly looking around, she noticed a cozy enough corner with a bed and blanket. She didn't need more.

"I'll leave ya ta explore and have fun. Want ya to be happy and healthy" And with that, the man gave her a last smile as he turned around and walked upstairs. Closing the door behind him, she noted that he didn't lock the door.

When George left, Abigail began stashing all the strange devices and kinky things in a cage. There were many cages here, some of which couldn't have belonged to the former girls. If so, how did they get them in here? She noticed the shackles hanging from the ceiling of one of the cages. This truly was a bdsm dungeon more than a basement.

Abby spent a good while staring at the different devices. She imagined herself being shackled and restrained. Being exposed and unable to cover herself up. When she found a large and powerful vibrator, she couldn't help but bring a hand to her crotch. She needed this. She had been feeling a growing lust inside of her. A sexual awakening was taking place and this basement could be just what she needed. The man wouldn't be back until next morning. Why did this excite her so much? It was intense, she felt a little nauseous. She was shaking, not shivering, but shaking. Her palms were sweaty and her breathing unsteady. A finger danced along her slit, pressing against it through her panties.

After teasing herself for a solid five minutes, she broke away from the enticing sex toy. She had cleaned most of the mess. But, she wanted to rest. She was tired. She should sleep with her clothes on. The bed wasn't that clean. But. She wanted to be naked. She should be naked.

Imagining herself naked, asleep, when a man would come upon her sleeping in her bed. Maybe even with an exposed breast? She moaned to herself. Quickly, she stripped out of her clothes. She kept the panties on, but her tits were out for all to see. Well. All that could see through blankets.

She sat in her bed and stared at the strange items from the cage next to her bed. It was so dark and gritty down here. She felt a bit like a prisoner. Shivering, she closed her eyes as goosebumps surged across her supple body. Opening her eyes again, she stared at the mask and weird bdsm boots. So smooth, so delicate, so sensual, so erotic.

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[Novaksus] Abby Chapter 1 - 13

No way she could sleep now. She slipped out of the bed and walked over to the cage. Standing on her tiptoes, she felt the zipper nearly give in. She picked up the thick mask and looked at it, thinking to herself. The mark on her pubic region burned. She struggled to draw breath as she was so turned on, she felt dizzy.

In a moment of brilliance, she grabbed her clothes and walked over to a larger cage. It had a thick padlock and was locked securely. If anything ended up too far into that cage, then she would never be able to get it. If she...

Abby threw her clothes far into the locked cage. She knew she couldn't retrieve them after doing so, but she could not stop herself. Her chest was beating wildly, every item of cover she discarded sent such a thrilling throb through her being. It was intoxicating.

Even her panties were tossed in. She was clad in nothing, stark naked. Exposed and indecent. Now she had to use some of the things left behind to cover herself with. Her first choice was a transparent plastic skirt. It covered basically nothing. It felt so nice, and when she looked down, she could see her womb mark throb in sync with her own beats of growing lust.

She was too drunk with excitement to make the connection. She was discovering such a daring side of herself. The rush was unreal. She grabbed the mask and undid the zipper in the back. With relentless eagerness, she managed to put it on. The way it pressed against her head. Her short hair was helpful in putting it on. But, now she couldn't hear that well. Sound was muffled and directionless. The mask was beautiful. There was a thick and rigid strap that stood tall from her forehead. It waved as she moved her head. There was a second bit that almost looked like a bundled together mesh of hair that was bent and forced through a metal ring. It too was rigid and solid. She wondered what it was for. But, she kind of felt like this was something a pony would wear.

She realized that she looked very fitting. On a ranch, being a pony. But, there were rings on each side of her cheeks. The mask had an addon. She brought a bit-gag up and snapped it on without taking a moment to think. Her plump lips surrounded the black gag as she fastened it firmly.

She wanted more, she needed more. Her hands lowered themselves down to the skirt. It wasn't needed. It only covered her crotch. Moaning at every exhale, she couldn't believe it. She was so revved up, so tuned to maximum, she didn't want to slow down. She tore the skirt off and threw it into the cage, out of reach.

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