A hers & his recounting of sex as female Domme and male submissive. Her: I tell him to strip and watch carefully as he exposes himself to me, eyes downcast and demure as he slips off his clothes. I can sense that this overt submissiveness is an act, and my grin widens at the challenge. I want more than anything to watch the act fracture and give away to r...
You come home from what had to be a very trying day at work because I see the exhaustion on your face immediately. I harden myself toward it because now is not the time to show empathy. You don't notice me right away so I watch you as you walk in. The lights are dim. I see you start to say something when you finally catch sight of me. You notice my tight bla...
Writing this will help me, I hope, I pray. Getting it down on paper will keep me from going out tonight and finding those three bitches. I haven't been able to think about anything else all week, haven't done any school work, can't pay attention in class, although I do try to forget, (don't think of pink elephants) I can't. Instead I get a hard on and run ba...
Everything was perfect. The laundry was all dried, folded and put in the proper drawers. Floors were mopped and waxed. Dinner was in the oven. Windows were sparkling to a gleam. Perfect. Here hair was perfect. A little bob of sweet chestnut brown, delicate bangs to lightly hang in precision over her brow that shaded her bright blue eyes. Her dress was per...
The remarkable thing was not that she was lost. No, the truly mind-boggling thing was how long she had been lost, unknowing. Most of her adult life, as it turned out. Gel sighed heavily. Perhaps today she would be found. Perhaps today the search would end. Since realizing her predicament, she'd had this thought each morning upon awakening. She had this hop...
Master and I started our day with me arriving at a hotel we like where my Master awaited. I was instructed to "Slut-up". My leather cuffs went on my ankles and wrists, a black corset was around my waist, and black Goth platform shoes on my feet. I checked my makeup then and added more lipstick. I presented the my slut self to my Master, who inspected his pr...
"Pretty shitty duty," I said to myself. The cobwebs didn't say anything in reply, nor did the old pilots' licenses hanging in their cracked frames. Still, with my MP3 going and a thermos of hot, hot coffee, I wasn't seriously complaining. It sure as hell beat Iraq - nobody trying to blow my ass up again. I brushed the hair out of my eyes. Long blonde bangs...
Staying after hours to meet a deadline was nothing new to Amanda. Most people would hate it, but Amanda chose to look at the benefits rather than get upset about it. For one thing, with the office deserted, she worked faster and without interruption, usually completing her task in half the time it would normally take during the busy workday. It also meant sh...
Walking through the Loblaw's located in Barrhaven, I smiled to myself as I got stared at by the legions of middle-aged White folks, and the few Asians and Latinos I saw among them. Barrhaven is arguably the City of Ottawa's most affluent suburb, and the locals tend to be more uppity and annoying than most. Apparently, they're not used to seeing tall, well-dr...
Alberta now lived with us and attended MU. Her parents did not suspect anything untoward as she explained that we lived close to the university and it would save two hours a day traveling. If she had lived at home she would have wasted a lot of time that could have been spent at our detached home as our lovely young slut, so Belinda and I were thrilled to ha...