Being the shy and timid girl that I was it was hard to believe that Ron the captain of the football team would be interested in me. Not that I am not attractive I just never would flaunt it around like the other girls they were whores. They dated boys and got flowers and rides in their cool cars for letting them touch them in their panties and bra. No way I was going to let a boy do that. (more…)
I went over to Amy’s apartment expecting to play the same roles we always did: she being the slave, & I the master. Believe me, I’m not complaining! She makes an awesome slave, & she’s beautiful as well. Let’s see…she’s about 5′5, (give or take an inch or two) long auburn hair, huge brown eyes, & her body is 38c-24-32. But anyway, I got to the door & she immediately opened it & she was completely naked. My cock was already semi- hard, but now he sprang to attention. I walked in & she came up behind me & blindfolded me! (more…)
I have been sitting very still for the past two hours. The music is very soothing; He has put on my favorite compact disc, of Chopin nocturnes. It helps me to focus, to remain still. I have passed the point of pleasure and irritation.
This is His test, to prove to myself how well I obey Him, without bonds. This time, I am not tied, nor did He touch me in any way. He gave me the instructions, and I followed them, willingly. (more…)
“So tell me about that dream…!” he said as he roughly pushed me into position, on my knees, hands behind my back.
“Ummmm…well…well, it was at faire…in the woods.” I smiled up at him sweetly and he cuffed my hands together, knowing that the invisible restraint of this position is far stronger than the cuffs. I will not move till he tells me to, whether I want to or not. (more…)
You walk into the room. My heart leaps in my chest. I lower my head and eyes, and I kneel before You. I do not speak and I do not make eye contact with You. I have learned that You are Master, and are superior to me. I also have learned the simple rule that I do not speak until You have spoken to me and give me permission to answer You.
I wait. The anticipation, of what each encounter with You holds, races through my body. I can feel the warm wetness growing in my pussy. No, wait, it is not my pussy. I am sorry, Master, You have told me not to call it a pussy. It is a cunt. It is also not mine, as I gave it to You. I am Your cum slut. I feel my body begin to tingle from the anticipation. I try to focus on my actions, waiting for You to speak. I do not want to disappoint You Master. (more…)
