"While her master is away, he monitors her every move"
Mornings have never been my thing; waking up before 10 am should be against the law, in my opinion. But politicians don't listen to me, so why would the sun? At almost 7 am, the intense beams begin to peek...
"Cindy is put in her place and falls deeper into submission to her old high-school obsession."
Cindy looked at herself in the rear-view mirror of her car, admiring the collar around her neck. It suited her. The constant push on her throat made her feel as if Eleanor was with her. It was odd, but somehow,...
"How a mother misunderstands her daughter's situation..."
A conversation overheard:“So, how’s that lazy daughter of yours?”“Patricia’s much better. She’s living with some guy, master chef, and he’s training her to keep a good house and her man happy.”“Oh, yeah?”“Yeah, she said he’s really cracking the whip; he’s...
"A training collar for dogs makes Bree an obedient bimbo"
Bree was very upset. Her mom had a brand new boyfriend, and the old sleaze was making her run his errands. She had to pick him up a package after school. Bree had pouted, but her mom took his side...
"Obedience to her Master, Liz is tested"
After the weekend I spent dominating Liz lit a fire in me that I didn’t want to let go of. My desire to dominate her, to own her and to have her totally as mine drove me. I was driving...
"Liz becomes my Submissive Slut."
I awoke the next morning to Liz stirring. I could feel her warm cheek pressed against my chest and her loose stands of hair tickling me. I lifted my hand and brushed her hair from her face and caressed her...
"Humorous play on a classic... Not meant to offend anyone..."
Twas the night before xxxmas and all through the house, you could hear momma purring, hoping for a good rouse. Her stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes of getting another new pair. Momma was in her...
"The fulfillment of a submissive's fantasy."
My Sir demanded me to my knees inthe middle of the room. He disappeared behind the clothes rack by the dresser and dug through the second drawer where the toys were kept. Then he walked back to me, smiling, and...
"A poem in which I am a bound goddess."
I am soft plush Feeling like a goddess the queen of my domain In my big green chair my throne I am the queen of my domain comfortable with my wide hips And heavy breasts warmth soaking me Devouring me...