I’ve always been a bit of a naughty slut, and have always been the dominant one in the relationship, but the other day I was really sad and confused when I found my boyfriend cheating on me with a slut he picked up at a club. At first I couldn’t believe it and was really down and depressed. I thought to myself, how could he cheat on me? I’m Angelica Heart after all. I was still really into him and when he called me up, and said if I could forgive him I initially said no, but after some thinking I called him back up and said sure.

Time seemed to stand still as Diana scoped out the various guys at the pub until one came into view that she thought maybe she could work with. She was in a vicious mood and only the right kind of guy would do – someone masculine enough to attract her, but who would be open to let her take charge and show him some good old fashioned domestic discipline.

 It had surprised her the first time she accidentally yanked on her ex-boyfriend’s cock too hard and heard him yelp. The yelp wasn’t really the surprise, but the pleasure it gave her really had. Now she only went looking for men who could handle dominant women, and she joyfully embraced the femdom label her friends had given her. Let some guy talk about her small tits now and she would be sure and show him a ballbusting good time if she got the chance. She didn’t take crap from any man anymore so it was pure delight when she got to put one of those pathetic losers in their place.

Nikky Thorn woke up feeling very frustrated. It had not been a good week so far, and she had no reason to expect today to be any better.

First, her boss was out of town for two weeks so in the interim she had to answer to her boss’s boss, a dweeb named Stanley that she would never give the time of day to under ordinary circumstances. Stanley was a skinny guy and if there was one kind of person Nikky just couldn’t take seriously, it was a skinny guy. Especially a sawed-off little prick like Stanley. Unfortunately, the pathetic little dweeb was the vice president of the company so Nikky had no choice but to answer to him and treat him respectfully at work. She had to suffer his pathetic attempts to pretend like he actually had a clue what kind of work her research department was doing and she had to act like his suggestions had any merit at all.

I never believed stories of alien abductions, figuring people just told them because they wanted attention or they were just drunk. Now, of course, I know that such things do exist. While driving home from work one evening (sober, mind you!) I saw a bright light which got larger and more blinding, so I slammed on my brakes to keep from crashing into something. When my vision cleared, though, I wasn’t in my car at all; I was standing and unable to move my arms and legs. The forms in front of me were hazy at first, green blurs. Imagine my surprise when things came into focus and I saw a trio of nude, green-skinned females standing a few feet away from me.

Mistress Tara was relentless ever since I admitted my weakness for gambling. It’s certainly gotten me in trouble in the past, but from the way she looked at me I knew that more trouble was on the horizon. Our sessions had changed since that day and she made sure to include gambling in all of them, obviously getting a kick out of how much more turned on AND frustrated this made me. The first session since my revelation, she had me tied up and facing the wall, my bare back exposed. She took a 10-sided die and told me that it would determine how many strokes my back would get from her crop. I was also given the option of a 20-sided die with the same rules, except that if I rolled a one, I’d be allowed to kneel and jack myself off to orgasm in front of her. Needless to say, my desperate self chose the latter, opting for the 5% chance of cumming while putting myself at risk of potentially twice as many lashes. With a giggle, my busty blonde Mistress rolled the die across the floor, a more spirited laugh heard seconds later. Clearly I didn’t roll a one.

I knew that dating an engineering student was a bad idea. Julie was damn hot, sure, but even when I first met her I knew she had a dark side; she seemed to look at everything as if she were enjoying some private joke. That’s not to say she treated me like a joke, but even when she seemed to have her full attention on me, I could tell that wheels were turning in her head, focused on something entirely different. When I outed myself to her as a submissive, her eyes lit up, and while she toyed with me for a few minutes, acting shocked and bewildered, she finished off with a laugh and confessed that she identified as dominant, herself. Our sex life changed dramatically at that point, with me having someone to give myself over to and her having a new toy to play with.

The first thing I learned was that Julie was a total bondage freak.

Veronica was a hard woman to talk to, but my current position made that even more true than usual. It wasn’t just because she’s 20 years older than me or because I’m in college and she’s a professional woman with a career. At this moment it was because my face was mashed between her incredible DD-cup breasts, making it hard for me to breathe, let alone talk. Nonetheless, she was yelling at me, “Apologize, you little loser. Apologize for being such a desperate pervert.” I tried my best, I really did, but it all came out as muffled sounds.

I love to hurt balls. I’m not ashamed of this fact. There’s just something so exciting about how a simple kick between the legs can leave a man a crumpled, whimpering mess. What’s even more hilarious is how there are guys who actually seek this sort of treatment! My name is Jessica and I’m a ballbuster. I’m 19 years old, a sophomore in college, and I get whatever I want because there are submissive losers out there who pay me to abuse their little nuts. Isn’t capitalism great?

Despite the fact that I live on campus, most of my clients aren’t students.

After her session with her slave Thomas, Mistress Natasha dutifully tended to his wounds, a few areas where her new whip broke the skin as well as where she got a bit too eager with her fingernails while he was going down on her. The two used the attached washroom, cleaning up and getting dressed again before heading back upstairs to the club. Natasha was quite satisfied, having scratched that itch of hers as she needed to every weekend, but that was no excuse to go home early. These were her friends, after all, and there were still opportunities for more depravity to boot.

The main room of the large club also featured a stage for various events both large and small, although the usual weekend events were just small demonstrations. The 11 PM demonstration was on smothering, hosted by a Mistress Raven. She lived up to her name, a tall

Mistress Natasha realized, after hearing her friends’ stories, that she didn’t have any particularly enjoyable tales to share. Last weekend had been slow and pretty standard, at least for her, but she realized that would have to change. She was frustrated after her exam week, even though she already knew she’d aced them all, but studying was still stressful work and she still wanted an outlet for that grueling week of work. She explained as much to her friends, who completely understood, and went off in search of some fun. It didn’t take long, either, as she quickly spotted one of her regular slaves, Thomas.

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At school, Clarissa was the type who just sort of blended in with the crowds. As she walked across campus or sat in a classroom, nobody paid particular attention to her. That’s not to say she wasn’t attractive, by any means, but the way she carried herself kept her from being noticed. But that was just how she liked it. College was a place for her to study,