I looked out at the people who were there - there were only two other women, besides the bartender and me, and probably about eight men. I realized that a few of them had their phones out, and had been taking pictures (and possibly video) of my humiliation the entire time. My Master noticed too, and this gave him an idea. "Slut, you want to put on a little...
*It's best to read Chapter 1 before reading this!* The bartender was a top heavy blonde, cleavage coming out of her top, a couple of tattoos visible. As she walked over with our drinks, Master looked at her and said he had a question. Let me ask you something. "What do you think of these tits? Are they not the most delicious tits you've ever seen?" Sh...
I let myself into the house with the keys my younger brother had given me. Although I no longer lived there, there were still some boxes of my things in storage, and he'd asked me to come over and sort out what I wanted to keep or toss, because he wanted to let the downstairs to a tenant. Melissa came with me. It was weird being in the house again. My broth...
I heard his footsteps on the back porch, and a second later he entered the kitchen. The door shut with an ominous finality. "You have thirty seconds to get on your knees with my cock in your mouth." He said as he lifted his arm, and brushed his suit sleeve back, so he could see his watch. As quickly as I could, I turned off the vegetables I was sautéing for...
“Yes, seeing you together brings me pleasure. Tell me Ning, have you ever made love to your friend Ying?”, our Master asked. “Have you ever yearned for her?” “Truthfully, Master,” I answered, “never. I never before even thought of Ying that way. At least not that I realized. Of course lately I’ve only thought of you.” “Good answer, Ning. And you Ying,” he...
Thank you to all those who have left feedback so far. This is a work in progress and my first attempt at anything like this, I hope it is something that you will continue to enjoy. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, please, feel free to let me know in the comments section below. Thanks. We entered the dining room for our evening meal and foun...
This is for Andrea on the Lake. Pam Pearsall was not looking forward to her trip home. First of all, she had not been home for more than two years. Pam was now 32, working in Los Angeles at a good sports-agency coordination job, and enjoyed the fast life style that included her cute little Redondo Beach house and forest green Miata convertible. She had forc...
My mind was in a whirl. There I stood, without a stitch of clothing. My arms were stretched high above my head; the chain from my shackles looped over the hook on the wall. The key to the shackles was still well out of my reach. Helpless, defenseless, and Susan standing so close I could feel her breath on my body! I was deeply embarrassed to be caught in t...
"I spoke to you earlier today about your past week's demerits. Why are you here?" "To be punished, Governess," he answered with a quaver in his voice. "How did I punish you last week?" "You gave me a strapping with Becky's belt." "Now I want you to strip. Completely!" "Everything, Governess?" His insides fluttered. "Everything! Quickly!" Governess sto...
Okay, so maybe I went too far. I was so excited by experimenting with my new shackles, that I kept making it more and more difficult for me to free myself. I set up an area in the basement for this purpose. It looked innocent enough – merely a small but strong hook in the wall that was hardly noticeable, and a stack of books on the floor. When I was home al...