I had just finished sucking Morris' black cock when he showed me that Madame and my sister were watching the entire encounter. I was naked and soaked with his morning piss as well as have my face covered in my cum and spittle. He playfully slapped my arse and told me I should go talk to Madame. As I walked I felt every step as his piss squished in my stocki...
Anne stood at the oak door, intimated by the size and grandeur of the house, she turned to wave to her father as he continued down the front path, leaving her alone to face her interview. She knocked three times and was let in by a maid who looked her up and down quickly, raised an eyebrow and led her through to what must have been the main office. Anne ente...
The few other staff have left me alone for the week. With no Mistress in the house, it was just general maintaining anyway. All of Madame's shoes and Boots had a high shine that I was proud of though, and a speck of dust could not be found in her room. At night, I lay in my own bed. Visions of Claire excite my already active libido. She teases and torments m...
As I moved slowly towards her, I felt the thick carpet compress under my feet. I took in my new surroundings and paraded obediently, hands positioned precisely as she requested. The tactile feel of the pile was the first thing I noticed when I walked into Madame's new playroom. "Perfect for kneeling on!" she told me with a wink. A cursory glance around sho...
Meet Malcolm Sithole, a young Black man who is at something of a crossroads in his life. Malcolm is having a grand old time in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sure, the brother misses his family and friends in the town of Soweto, South Africa, but he loves the Canadian Capital. Ottawa has a lot to offer an adventurous and outgoing young man like Malcolm, and he...
This is the follow up to the events that happened in Ch 8. It would be a good idea if you read that chapter before starting this one. There are 2 things that I need the readers to understand. Everything that was done in this story was done willingly. All of my Incest and Brothel stories are based on real events that happened to me, but I took part in them wi...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
9th Day "Heavy Duties" It was beginning to dawn when I woke up, by a light push on my head. It took me some time to realize where I was and why I was there. As I was coming to my senses, I remembered that last night I didn't go to bed. As my vision cleared, I saw Miss Kate still sleeping on the couch. Her right foot was under my chin, while the left one re...
One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room. "WELLLL NOW..." exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, "Haha, oh my god..." Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers "As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it," Madame explained, very matter-of-factly. A large couch gave...
And so, the ladies had settled their argument. Madame was staying and I was going to serve her, if I wanted or not... Madame was clearly aware of my discomfort with this situation. She closely watched the expressions on my face while she talked to Mistress. Mistress had left the room to fetch a stepladder for elderly Madame which she needed to climb the thro...