toy waited patiently kneeling on the floor. She was wearing her short girly skirt, high heels, garters and stockings. Her nipples were bare, as instructed, and the cool air teased her nipples into a hardened aroused state. toy was wearing her favorite dark haired wig, light eyeliner, and bubblegum pink lipstick. As a standing order, she was also wearing her...
Mistress looked at her girls, pride in her eyes evident. She looked at the one she had claimed years before, then at the girl that she had just claimed. Both girls were in their thirties, both a bit older than Mistress, but that didn't matter to any of them, age is merely a number. While different in appearance, they were twins in spirit and fire. Mistress s...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Honey, I'm home." Killer Frost called out as she came through the door of her latest hideout. Killer Frost had done this just to amuse herself back when she was working alone, and it was not long ago that she had done it with her n...
Despite my extreme frustration, I slept soundly through the night. When I woke in the morning, Mistress was already gone. She had left a note for me on the dining room table instructing me to make the house spotless, devise a dinner menu for two and to call her at 5:00 pm to touch base. I had received notes like this from Mistress before and they usually for...
My Mistress picked me up from school a little early that day. There she was waiting by the car 15 minutes before the last bell. Since I was a senior and it was my free period, I was aloud to leave early. As I walked towards her I could see that she was pretty pissed off. When I reached her I found out why. “You didn’t do any of your morning chores. You just...
This story involves a description of a future world dominated by women, in which men have no rights and are considered property. If that is not your thing I ask you to continue on your way. * Prologue "Move forward!," a sharp female voice commanded. The line of males took a few steps forward. "And stop!" There was a several long lines of them on the asph...
I suppose the best place to start here is what my life currently looks like. I'm a 25 year old chastity sissy maid that lives with my dom. I would tell you my name before I was a sissy, but there's little point, so the name we are going by here is Jessica. I've always had a skinny build, and this is well complemented by my dark brown hair, which after servin...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Dana Brooke or Emma or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Asuka chuckled as she entered her modest hotel room to fine two naked juicy female asses hanging off the bed. She'd only just arrived in Philadelphia, a day early for th...
(This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slve Silk, Ch 5, by norma jeanne. It is probably best to read Training Slave Silk first and this second, however if you prefer you can read this one first.) * * * * * I woke up in a sour mood. I knew she had...
A common misconception about men who commit to serving a Mistress is that they are weak. A black and white distinction that slaves are weak and Mistresses are strong is a foolish assumption to make. Mistress Donna had to admit that many a slave has gained her respect by his unflinching loyalty and devotion, despite painful and traumatic circumstances. Only s...