The mittens didn't make the crawl very easy, but she followed as best she could. The tile floor hurt her knees a bit, but she focused her mind on the deed her master laid before her. They entered a room at the end of the hall, and it was rather large. A cold silver steel exam table laid in the middle, and along two conjoining at the corner walls were lined w...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 4 *** Master said to meet him in the living room, but the only there is her. "Was there a problem with the clothes I left you?" I say, trying to get at why she is quite clearly not wearing them. Or any others. "Too small. Specifically too tight in the chest. An honest mistake, I'm...
It was summer once again. The trees had since turned back to their deep greens and the flowers blooming with their sweet scents. Butterflies floated thru the air as the wind lightly blew thru my sun lightened hair. I gazed out the window of the car as Master drove us to the cabin in the woods. “By the time we get there the boys will already be there” He sa...
You take me to our room where you have our Liberator set up on the bed. I know this will be our first session as Master and Slut. It is something I have been wanting. To be trained by you, to obey your commands, to be punished as needed. We have our agreed on safe word. I see the cuffs, all three sets, wrist, ankle, and thigh. I see the blindfold, and my col...
Our eyes met, mine and this woman's. I felt a flush flood my face, and I stared at her. I'll admit that. I stared at her with renewed hunger. My fears had been assuaged, and I wanted her. I wanted to make her scream and cry out and moan. I wanted my face pressed as tightly to her wetness as I could get. I wanted all that and my Master's cock.. I guess, not t...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 32 I find myself doing a lot more laundry, lately. It's not that I need to, necessarily, though you could make the argument that Master's more frequent attention, from multiple women, does increase the frequency of stains upon clothing. And furniture. And carpets. And one oddly high s...
Hey everyone. I am starting a series 'Homecoming' with this Chapter. So please let me know in the comments section if you have liked my story. I would be highly obliged with your feedback or constructive criticism. ------ "You can do this. You can do this, Grace." The pep talk, even though she chanted like a solemn prayer, wasn't helping her anxiety. Wo...
Author's note: Welcome to the third of four chapters in a story about two women engaged in a consensual D/s relationship. I really appreciate the feedback from chapters one and two -- I find your comments and emails are helping me to understand the story better. Through your comments, I'm seeing angles and themes that I hadn't realized were there as I was w...
It was several minutes before Master joined me on the bed. The Master seemed distraught, not his usual confident self. He removed his clothes without relish and left them where they fell on the floor. His eyes were wide as he crawled onto the bed, and stared down at me for several seconds. Finally, he shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts, and gr...
1/23/13 Sometimes it feels like the only thing worse than getting caught doing something bad is getting away from serving your punishment for it. The guilt itself is enough to kill you. Your stomach turns a little every time you see him from a distance, having completely forgotten about your betrayal or misdemeanour, making little flips every time you get p...