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Imagine Lewis Carroll’s blonde heroine Alice Liddell, transplanted from her Victorian milieu to our rather more complicated era. She’s the spoiled daughter of a minor Hollywood starlet too selfinvolved to give her child the guidance she needs. At eighteen, having misbehaved too badly to graduate high school, she’s dumped with her handsome but stern stepuncle. She soon discovers that the lax ways in which she conducts her life are unacceptable to her strict Uncle and the martinet Headmistress of the school in which he places her. The grownups believe that the best medicine for naughty young women is to have their skirts raised and panties lowered so that their bare bottoms can be soundly spanked. As they right her course, Alice secretly comes to appreciate the painful attention accorded her perfect cheerleader’s buttocks. Later, Alice is enrolled in a strict conventbased women’s college, where the salacious nuns carry on the same disciplinary philosophy, with additional sexual attentions she finds addictive. However, when at 22 and finally on her own, Alice’s impulsive ways return, and with her life a wreck, she’s rescued by her uncle and his new bride, becoming subjected their total immersion disciplinary treatment.

It is 1911, and a respected Professor is invited to a gathering at a friend’s home in order to witness the “gift” of a young woman visiting from the Caribbean. The prospect does not sit well with him, but he agrees to go after being informed that his fiancé will also attend to see this latest superstar and practitioner of mesmerism. Made cynical by his insistence upon empirical evidence and a disbelief in mystical and magical beliefs, he accepts the challenge of the young island woman and allows her to attempt putting him under her mesmeric spell – a decision he will regret until his dying day, as his privileged life is dismantled in the most ignominious of ways...“At one time, she had even removed her clothing and turned her back upon me as I knelt on a Persian rug with the foot of the mistress resting nonchalantly upon my shoulder. I would not have believed such musculature possible on a member of the female sex and despite my revulsion could only stare with awe at the arrangement of cloth separating her muscular buttocks as she posed above me.”

The feminized servant of Nurse Cummings returns for a second semester and, in being quickly re immersed in servitude, her ‘education’ progresses. With maid service perfected, the serving girly boy of Nurse Cummings learns to offer her charms to all, despite her disdain...despite her reluctance. Sensory deprivation breaks the will and, though harsh, a delighted owner transforms her naked servant into a thoroughly pliant and willing purveyor of sexual delight... for all genders. As with all Chris Bellows novels, we warn the readers that this book is not for the timid, firsttimer to Female Domination. Mr. Bellows has the gift of description in his books; so much so, that you feel every snip, every slit and every, single ounce of pain the poor servant is put through.

A woman should supervise her simpering submissives and be served and tended to in order to satisfy her every wish and command, at least that is so in the world of Chris Bellows. Nurse Cummings works hard at the Institute, overseeing the production of sperm from fecund donors. It is the most productive facility in the country, the methods bizarre, harsh, yet amazingly effective. So should a woman of such authority clean her own house... cook her own meals? Of course not. Nurse Cummings acquires a servant and finds that her need to govern extends well beyond the walls of the Institute. As with all Chris Bellows novels, we warn the readers that this book is not for the timid, firsttimer to Female Domination. Mr. Bellows has the gift of description in his books; so much so, that you feel every snip, every slit and every, single ounce of pain the poor servant is put through.

A pair of short novels that explore a richly sensual relationship between a dynamic, dominant woman and a much younger submissive man. MINDING MARGERY. At 18, Kenneth is a sheltered, handsome youth with remarkable sexual stamina. During adolescence, Ken he became enamored with his mother's lesbian spouse, Margery, a beautiful woman 14 years his senior. To keep Ken safe from immoral young college girls, Margery initiates, to his delight and with his mother's consent, a program of supervised sexual relief, masturbating Ken daily. However, when Margery moves out after his mother’s death, Ken falls into a downward spiral, arrested only when she becomes his specially appointed guardian. Margery revives her program of sexual relief, now combined with a regimen of corrective discipline, intended to make Ken ideal husband material. In GRATIFYING GRETCHEN, Kenneth, now fortyone, drifts into the hands of the older and dominant Gretchen Brantwell, a professional masseuse who recognizes Ken's submissive nature. Once her control over him is established, she begins distributing his sexual services to other older women who share her female supremacist viewpoint. Finely crafted erotic fiction that celebrates the ripe, mature bodies of seasoned, sophisticated women.

A bell rang somewhere. It reminded Elowen of the phrase ‘wedding bells’, which exactly fit the situation that very moment. Her face was so red she could pass for a tomato, her smile so bright that she felt her cheeks would stretch out. Elowen felt happiness like never before. She had never imagined that this day would come, not after losing so many things in a short while. In the arms of her father, she walked down the aisle. Elowen giggled as she reminded herself that she was getting married, and he was going to be her husband now. She looked at the little stage and saw Andrew standing strong and proud in his dashing suit. He was just so handsome, so loving. This was the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a new life with him. He was smiling at her, his eyes trained on her only. 　　In as much as Elowen wanted to continue staring at him, something else caught her attention. Her eyes flicked to the side to see Grace, her adopted sister and bridesmaid glaring at Andrew, her fiancé. She stumbled for a bit, but Damon held her up and patted her hand gently. 　　“Careful,” he whispered. “We’ll get to the altar in time.” 　　They were close to the altar, but her father had a knack for theatrics so he walked very slowly and held her back. Elowen looked back at Grace, whose temperament had not changed one bit. She became worried. She hated seeing Grace in a mood, especially when it was her own wedding. And the way she glared at Andrew, so intense, so full of hate. 　　Elowen had reached the altar. Grace noticed her eyes on her and gave the biggest smile ever. So big that Elowen instantly forgot about the intense glaring she had been doing earlier. 　　“I’m so happy for you,” Grace whispered excitedly, but the tone was monotone and a bit off. Elowen did not notice it; she was caught up in Andrew’s beautiful brown eyes.

In other to achieve her long-awaited goals, Harper Morrison devises a plan to get close to Jules Astor, the heir to the Astor group. As Harper edges closer to Jules, she sets several traps, believing she's in control of everything. And just as she planned, Jules falls right into her trap. However, unbeknownst to her, Jules is no ordinary prey. He's in fact one step ahead of her, intentionally playing along with her while using her own game to gets what he desires. In this thorough game, the innocent white rabbit versus the cunning grey wolf, they soon discover that in matters of heart, no one is truly in control.

Who is the real woman, who is the real woman. A real woman is one who is strong and powerful. Who knows what strength and power is. Who knows what a real woman is. And a real woman is a business person, that's Tijana Unirevič. Tijana was born in 1979 in the city of Dubrovnik, where she has her own company.

Javier was a good-wine-taster and Perfect Woman-Taster. Jumping from bed to bed was normal. Until one day, he woke up next to a hot woman. But something was different this time. It was his bed. She was hot. She didn’t leave because there was a marriage certificate that said ‘she will take half of everything he has if they divorced.’ But he couldn’t even when they got married — Because he was too drunk. Or maybe it was a prank!

Biologically speaking, males typically have XY sex chromosomes, produce sperm, and have a penis and testes. Females typically have XX sex chromosomes, produce eggs, and have a vagina, uterus, and ovaries. These physical differences lead to other variations, such as differences in hormone levels, muscle mass However, it is important to note that gender identity, expression, and behavior are not solely determined by biological sex. People of all genders have a wide range of personalities, interests, and experiences, and it is important to treat each person as an individual rather than making assumptions based on their gender.

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