While I am very in love with myself, it's not that uncommon for me to seek worship from other willing parties. I'm frequently online searching out men and, much more rarely, women, who are enthusiastic about showing me the reverence I deserve. The gender doesn't matter to me, because I'm not really doing anything to them anyway. Most of the time when I meet...
I have a pantyhose fetish. I always have. But then you know this about me, don't you? You have always known this. I know, it is no big secret. I don't know what it is about pantyhose that always turn me on so much, but ever since I was in Jr. High, I always remember getting turned on when ever the girls in school would wear them. I'm older now, more mature a...
On the way back to the living room, I was livid. This resistance, this talking back!! It wouldn't do. I owned him, now, and everything around him. I wanted a clean, uncluttered space to work in, and I knew how to make it so. I spoke Bobby's "language", and knew what to do to set things right. I'd more or less broken him on several occasions - turned him int...
Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Saturday, January 24 It was all too familiar to me. I was sitting in my kitchen on a Saturday morning eating blueberry waffles. I was anticipating a shopping trip with Polly, in which I would be picking her u...
This is not my first story, but I will explain that I became a foot fetish mistress as part time work, and yes for the $250/hour I charge but also because my husband (yes husband) made me agree to tell him every detail of my adventures while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It is his secret turn on. This particular job came about after I adverti...
The day had been excellent, and the end of it was looking up. Pete had thought he might get a bit of fun with Rachel, but now he knew she was a true Domme and now that he'd admitted to her his submissive leanings, it looked as though it was going to be a very interesting few hours. Bring it on, he thought. Rachel looked at him as a predator looks at prey, h...
After my Friday night of submissiveness, I spent the weekend reasserting my dominance with amber. The only thing I'd received from Ms. Juilia was a text instructing me to practice bending in my heels so that I could stand straight legged and touch the floor. I was to do that twice a day until I saw her again. I made sure amber never saw me doing that, which...
You may call me MistressM. Simply Mistress or Ma'am will do as well. At least you may call me that when I ask you to speak, which won't be often, unless I want to hear you beg. Let me explain so your small one-track man-brain can understand. I have a hobby that I very much enjoy -- it's dominating men like you. I've long known, as most attractive women do,...
Chapter 4 -- The Meeting Jack awoke with a startle. Had it all been a dream? Ripping the duvet back, he looked down to see a shiny pair of glistening leather riding boots on his feet. Looking down over the side of the bed, he saw the other stiletto boots. Instantly, Jack could only think of one thing & he slipped off the riding boots & put on the stiletto...
[This is Part One of an ongoing story. It's my first attempt, so please be kind! I hope you enjoy it!] * She caught his eye as she stepped through the open double doors of the bar and out onto the sun-bleached poolside patio. She stood framed in the doorway, casually glancing around to find a free sun-lounger and posing perfectly. He wondered if it was in...