It took me all morning to thoroughly clean the house as Mistress desired. It sparkled as the bright sunshine beamed through the windows. Mistress always preferred me to be properly attired when I do maid work. Mistress was generous enough to allow me to purchase a French maid outfit. The top part of the dress was a form fitting bodice laced up while the sk...
My Dom gave me an assignment, to write how I would show my submission without words. Below is the result. We hope you enjoy. *** "Come to me, pet." And I do. As gracefully as possible, I drop to all fours and crawl across the room to you. I want to be as beautiful as I can be for you but without dressing my actions up. Crawling, I could be sexier, sway m...
Tonight is our date night, but this is unlike any date you have ever had. You see, today has been full of truly using you as my sub. I am taking advantage of this, but with the perfect balance of pleasing myself, and pleasing you. The day started off with me sending you to the grocery store to get the items necessary for me to make the special breakfast fo...
You've come home from work again, it's been another long day and I'm feeling antsy. I need to be spanked tenderly tonight; I need to feel the sharp sting of Your palm against the tender flesh of my bottom. I run up to You, very happy that You're home. "Vinco!" I shout, using the Latin term for 'Master'. I look up at You, my eyes full of hope. "Master, I'm so...
Warmth and sunlight filter through the trees, heating her bare skin. She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me. Even this. I know her arms are tired, but she will say nothing. She will...
My name is Rita Anderson Dale. A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed and very voluptuous, wealthy Irishwoman doing what I was born to do. I must warn you about my true nature. It's all part of the game, I'm afraid. I am a truly sadistic person and the only way I get pleasure is by making those around me miserable. You've met men and women like me before...
Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Someone at the mall had actually recognized her...
I am a new writer and would greatly appreciate votes and comments! thanks! *** Hunter slapped me harshly across the face. Her thin, but lightly muscled, arms quivered in anger. "How dare you! How dare you humiliate me like that! You are disgusting ... Sometimes I don't know why I keep you ..." These words hurt worse than the slap. Hunter is my Mistress....
She had now ignored him for 5 days and he felt weak, hollow and disheartened. Not since he had known Her had he ever felt like breaking away from Her total mental confinement but this amount of time away from any contact with Her was tearing him apart. Time seemed to drag and drag as he went about his normal life, wanting Her, waiting for Her, needing Her, a...
Bored with my mundane office job and my sexless marriage, I downloaded an app that allows you to vent and share your secrets anonymously. Like most things on the internet, it became over run with thirsty perverts. Myself included. With it, users can chat with people or post publicly. Through using this app, I made friends with an American woman living in L...