Toms0301 - Plagirism

Which ones? He's got 23 stories, you've got 86, and just by skimming the list, I don't see any obvious matches.
 
Which ones? He's got 23 stories, you've got 86, and just by skimming the list, I don't see any obvious matches.
Pretty clearly Trophy Wife to Maid's Uniform // The Maid's Uniform.

Tom0301 version, Feb 3 2026
Ms. Christine Hewson Lexington's heels clicked against the marble floor of the elegant staircase.

"Honey, I'd like you to meet
Dixie." Tom said.

She swirled her wine glass, silently examining every minute detail of the foreign girl.

The words were meant to hurt. She wanted the girl to know who held her leash.

"I promise you she was the ugliest."
Tom said sarcastically.

Christine finished the last bit of wine and handed the glass to Dixie.

"Make yourself useful and go clean that, slut."

"You could be a little nicer to her."
Tom said. "She's going to be doing a lot of work around here."

"Yes and she will be compensated with money and a place to live. So I will treat her however I damn well please."


Christine sunk into her favorite chair and pointed to her feet, her large diamond ring sparkling in the light.

She reminisced when she was the complacent one. Following orders and being his good girl when they first met. She was used as a status symbol at the time, arm candy for him to flaunt around to all his friends and associates. She understood her position. But having so much time as a quiet decoration gave her so much time to think and analyze. Bimbos would get lost in the attention, but not her. She watched how the men interacted with her treating her like an innocent little girl as they flirted and teased. She played nice, but only to figure out their weaknesses. After marrying
Tom and having two kids, Tom opened up and admitted he had a bit of a submissive side. It took Christine no time at all to take control of the marriage and become the head of the house. Tom was completely hers.

XBan version, April 30 2020
Natasha Lexington's heels clicked against the marble floor of the elegant staircase.

"Honey, I'd like you to meet
Sophia." Dorian said.

She swirled her wine glass, silently examining every minute detail of the foreign girl.

"This was the most attractive maid you could find?" she said.

The words were meant to hurt. She wanted the girl to know who held her leash.

"I promise you she was the ugliest."
Dorian said sarcastically.

Natasha finished the last bit of wine and handed the glass to Sophia.

"Make yourself useful and go clean that, slut."

Natasha headed back upstairs to her room. Dorian joined her shortly after.

"You could be a little nicer to her." Dorian said. "She's going to be doing a lot of work around here."

"Yes and she will be compensated with money and a place to live. So I will treat her however I damn well please."


Natasha sunk into her favorite chair and pointed to her feet, her large diamond ring sparkling in the light. Dorian knelt in front of her and removed her heels.

"Now be a good boy and put that worthless mouth to better use."

Dorian pulled down her lacy thong and buried his face in between her legs. She moaned softly as she pushed the back of his head. He was not coming up for air until she was satisfied. After years of training him in the art of cunnilingus, his technique still had plenty to be desired. However, it was his complacency and submissiveness that really aroused her.

She reminisced when she was the complacent one. Following orders and being his good girl when they first met. She was used as a status symbol at the time, arm candy for him to flaunt around to all his friends and associates. She understood her position. But having so much time as a quiet decoration gave her so much time to think and analyze. Bimbos would get lost in the attention, but not her. She watched how the men interacted with her treating her like an innocent little girl as they flirted and teased. She played nice, but only to figure out their weaknesses. After marrying Dorian and having two kids, Dorian opened up and admitted he had a bit of a submissive side. It took Natasha no time at all to take control of the marriage and become the head of the house. Dorian was completely hers.
 
How did you find out in the first place they were plagiarizing your work?
Without speaking for him, there are comments on the story calling it out, so it's possible someone contacted him. Too, I think if someone were to plagiarize one of my stories in a category I read, I'd recognize my own work quite quickly.
 
Without speaking for him, there are comments on the story calling it out, so it's possible someone contacted him. Too, I think if someone were to plagiarize one of my stories in a category I read, I'd recognize my own work quite quickly.
I agree with the bolded text but I do not read much stuff here unless it is from an author I respect and follow and it is a category I enjoy.
I would never read anything that author has published so they could have copy and pasted my crap. I would not know.
 
The ‘author’ / plagiarist in question seems to be illiterate based on the titles and subtitles of ‘their’ work.
 
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