Mistress Elaine stoop up, causing me to roll off her lap onto the floor. I just lay there naked, sniffling like some little sissy, waiting for my next ordeal. My Mistress then said, "It's a good idea, at this time, to let your slave have a few minutes to recover. It also gives him time to let the realization set in, that he has been totally broken and is...
He'd heard her voice once on the phone, a low purr, and it had reassured him that the ad had been for real, giving him barely enough courage to show up to the secluded house, a purple ribbon under his trousers, tied around his cock and balls. He'd driven past three times, hands shaking, stomach churning, checking the address on the scrap of paper, looking...
"You disobedient cunt! You stupid, willful, truculent bitch! I can't trust you, can I? I had hopes for you, but yet again you disappoint me. Yet again, you prove yourself unworthy of my trust, unwilling to comply, unable to obey. I'm going to see to it that you'll obey, oh yes, I will," said Mistress Jamie. I'd been caught in the act. Mistress Jamie had ord...
Chapter 19: La Contessa's Arrival Later that morning Julia summons me and the other staff. La Contessa has arrived earlier than expected; she's been spotted in the distance riding along the sweeping avenue leading to the hunting lodge. Julia hurriedly assembles the domestic staff to greet her. It seems she has taken two horses, one for herself and another f...
I had slowly building up my BootBoy with some ongoing fun and games, but now it was time to start getting kinkier! So far, in tonight's little boot-teasing activities, I had mostly been showing off and letting my BootBoy do relatively tame things to my boots, like touching them and kissing them. Of course, this fun had been preceded by lots of brazen and sh...
It was a rainy Sunday night. Mistress had everything in place for for her house boy. She hurried to light the candles and lay out all of her wares for the evening. Dildo, strap on, massager, oil free candles, ice, clothes pins and her favorite, the paddle. Stevie knocked gently three times as he was instructed to do. Mistress led him into her foyer and gree...
Marsha Durant took a step back and inspected her ponyboy. He had to look exactly right. There must be no blemishes, no imperfections to mar the impression they would make together. She turned her head to one side. She had chosen well when she acquired him the previous autumn. Eighteen years old, with fair hair, green eyes, lightly tanned flawless skin and co...
It started with a story I wrote for Literotica. A couple of days after the story was published I received a message from a Wellington based couple saying they enjoyed my story and could we chat. I was flattered and happy to agree. They sent me some personal details and I was pleasantly surprised to find they were not only a good match for me in that we seeme...
"I'm home." I called out as I shut the door behind me. It was almost seven; I was late and had neglected, not forgotten-neglected to call, so I was feeling very apprehensive as I returned home today. "Would you please take your boots off in there by the door, I've been cleaning this house all day." Replied my wife, from what sounded like the vicinity of th...
It started as these things usually start, a text message from my Mistress telling me to expect a package and to prepare myself. You think back on the previous packages and the events that followed. The pencil skirt and business attire and the business meeting that followed – actually, it was not the meeting that you think of, but being bent over the conferen...