punishing My slaves
I came home from work at the usual time, not merely expecting but demanding my little sluts be lined up just inside the door. Let me take a moment to explain myself. I am in my forties, over six feet tall, and a large man. I am a Dominant, a slave owner, a Master. You can take your pick of which term to use, I don’t care, titles mean little, and the titles others use mean even less. What matters in life is being obeyed. Unquestioning, unflinching obedience is what makes me happy. So...