She gathered the empty coffee cups and took them into the kitchen. As she was rinsing them out a sadness overtook her. The last time she would wash dishes for her Master. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. She stubbornly wiped them away hoping he wouldn't notice her eyes when she returned. Her Master came and went as he chose. He would stay with her...
She watches His car leave the driveway, her tender blue gaze watching until it disappears down at the corner… carrying Him away for another long day along for His pet. Holding in the soft whimper, as she feels alone without Him near, without His gaze. Knowing that even out of His sight, she is completely controlled by Him. His pet begins upstairs, in the be...
She watches His car leave the driveway, her tender blue gaze watching until it disappears down at the corner… carrying Him away for another long day along for His pet. Holding in the soft whimper, as she feels alone without Him near, without His gaze. Knowing that even out of His sight, she is completely controlled by Him. His pet begins upstairs, in the be...
I drop to my knees and bow my head as I hear the key in the door. Master is home. I am attired in my daily wear of locking wrist cuffs and collar. Master's plug is in my ass and his favorite red ball gag is around my neck, waiting for use. My hands rest on my knees, which are spread apart as I kneel. Master likes me to be open and available to him whenever I...
It was early on a Sunday morning, about 8am, when she parked her car over by a local mall not far from a movie theater. Nervously she got out of the car with the bag and walked over to the movie theater. She proceeded behind one of the large dumpsters and got undressed leaving only a small thong. Her cloths were in a pile beside the bag. From the bag, she pu...
I sit in the food court of my local mall, hoping to meet the perfect woman. My criteria for perfection are simple: 5'10 to 6'0, fit, trim and athletic and must be wearing a skirt or a dress. My plan is, meet the perfect woman, buy her lunch and ask to buy the panties she's wearing. A half hour later, and I'm about to head home, when I spot her. She's l...
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...
There I was, kneeling in the corner, on my little mat of rice. Hands neatly folded behind in the small of my back. He admired his handy work from the cane having left my bottom with three crimson stripes. My punishment for my brattiness while preparing the appetizers. Something about what he thought was appropriate, and I thought that his choice was better s...
He was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Before he had entered the room, he had a name, an identity, a sense of self. But as he crossed the threshold to his Master's bedroom, he lost it all. He has no name, as objects have no need of names. He has no identity beyond that of a toy; his master had no need for another boyfriend. He has no sense of self, only a sense...
All events and persons in this story are fantasy or fiction. I am still without an editor, so please excuse any mistakes in grammar and story flow. Enjoy pfanv ***** My Masters birthday was a month away, and he gave me a $1000.00 budget to get him a present. Lately, he would text me a message to put myself in different types of bondage for him when he ar...