The house is empty when i come home. It is so lonely. All day long i have been day dreaming about having a Master to use me. Sadly i am not so lucky. You see i did not discover I am a sub until I was nearly 25 years old and by then i was already married and although we play games he is not really my Master. As luck would have it he is out of town on busines...
My Facebook tab lights up, flashing: "Elle messaged you". Messages from my slut always brighten my day at work. I read her message. "I want to misbehave, Master. A lot." I shake my head; Elle is always such a slut for me, and such a good girl to ask her Master's permission. Before I can reply, another message appears: "My pussy aches, Master. Please may I...
Madison knelt on the floor behind the cash register. She slowly pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Hannah. "I'm ready," she said. It had been about a month since Madison had started her new job, and it seemed like every time she went into work, she was in for an adventure. Of course, she had to follow Shawn's wardrobe rules he laid out for...
This is a story of a woman giving up control of her body to a group of men who spend the night using her body in any manner they wish, much to her pleasure. *** "I wish that fucking bitch would start taking her car someplace else for service," Doug said as Amy left the office to go get her car in the parking lot. "She treats all of us like shit and then bi...
Debbie drove to Jack's house with an edge of anger. Since Jack had called her several days before and told her he needed some house cleaning done, her emotions had gone back and forth between anger at the thought of Jack just expecting her to serve him as some maid, and excitement of Jack's further use of her. She knew whatever argument she used would be use...
Prefix: I will be fast forwarding a few days in my sissy maid, sissy slut lifestyle story here. From the last chapter ending on a Tuesday night going into my second week as Master George's full time sissy maid and slut to that of me getting ready for the following Saturday night of slut service. I feel the story's journey no longer has to follow a linear da...
My wife Michelle had come home from her work at her law firm at about 7pm. It was Monday. All weekend starting on Friday night she had either been at the bar or walking the street in front of the bar as a whore for a gang. This had been her choice, to become a whore and experience the thrill that the sexual depravation gave her. In the months that followed s...
I was in my office when I heard his yell. "Miss McNeil, my office. Now!" That beautiful voice sounded just as wonderful when it was yelling. I got up quickly and walked to his office a few feet away. "Yes, Mr. Hart?" "Come in, close the door and sit down." I walked through the door and closed it before taking a seat in the chair across from him. "Do y...
Part One - Beginnings It had to happen one day I guess. I had such a collection of porn on my hard drive, that it was inevitable that one day my wife would stumble across it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was average, everyday porn, but my collection consisted of more 'specialist' images. There were pictures of shemales with big hard cocks dressed in s...
I wrote this originally just for me to document and understand my slip into the total loss of control of my own life and being owned body and mind by one person, my Mistress. However I have decided to publish it, please bear in mind this is 100% true and is a work in progress. If I get a good response I will add to it as I write it. *** For her protection...