Diaries of Ceres and Taliya Part Seven
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Chapter one:It was a glorious morning, a crisp day that promised much for me. No one was up as yet. By that I mean master John, Mistress Julia or even little Ceres, who snored away like the baby she acted like at times. Okay, a just turned eighteen year old girl, but a baby to my grown up twenty four year old self. Why was I creeping around at five in the morning, when all self respecting people were asleep, tucked under their covers? Both Ceres and I had uncompleted chores to do,...
BDSMI thought today would be like any other day. I thought wrong. Master told me not to listen to Mistress. Unfortunately for me he never told her: I didn't want to get in trouble with either of them. My sister was upstairs cleaning her room while Master had me clean the rest of the house. You see, Mistress Julia owns my sister Taliya. I, Ceres, belong to Master John. It’s hard pleasing them both, trying not to disappoint them. Master left for work; Mistress Julia wasn't too far...
BDSMChapter two:Ceres finally made her way over to Master, shaking so much I thought the house would fall. By that time Mistress had walked her witchy lying ass over to me. “I tried to protect you. Really, I did.” I heard what Mistress said, but when it came to protecting her hide or mine guess whose butt was going to be in trouble. “No you didn’t, ma’am. You two were fighting! I know YOU stabbed me in the back. But it’s alright.” I just looked at her, daggers shooting from my eyes, knowing...
BDSMIt was noon when I woke up. Looking for Master I ran down the stairs, catching him at the bottom step. "We need to talk, Ceres," he said. I didn't know what about. I didn't mean to run down the stairs but I woke up late and wanted to get my choirs done. "Yes Master. Did I do something wrong, master?" "No, you did not, Ceres. Turn around and go to your room. I’ll be up there in a minute," he said. I did as I was told, returning to my room, kneeling by my bed for my master to come through the...
BDSMOh, what a week it had been for me. After getting a severe spanking for thinking contrary to Master John and Mistress Julia’s wishes [as if this girl knew what went on in the mind of a Dom/Domme!] Mistress Denise spent a long time talking with my Master John. They came to an agreement which was not to my liking: I had to spend more time being trained, or retrained, or whatever they wanted to call it. Bottom line: I was being uprooted, leaving my home of the last seven months, and...
BDSMMaster John, his attention no longer on me was now focused on Mistress Julia. He swished the cane repeatedly, as if cutting the atmosphere. Deep in my heart I had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling about this. Master was a great man but when crossed …watch out! Off came his veneer of civilization to reveal a primal beast, anger and passion co-mingled.. That is when he was most dangerous. His normal high level of self-control was discarded like a cloak on the floor about his feet. Walk...
BDSMChapter 3:I was heading back down stairs with my black thong accentuating my tanned ass cheeks, a green loose fitting Chambray shirt on to finish up my chores. Ceres was still hard at work; it was close to lunch time so I went to prepare it. Mistress Julia stopped me.“You girls go help Master John. I'll finish up here. If I need help cooking I'll call for you, Liya.” Looking at her I nodded. Searching for Ceres she couldn't be found in the dining room. I heard Master calling me from the...
BDSMMaster John, his attention no longer on me was now focused on Mistress Julia. He swished the cane repeatedly, as if cutting the atmosphere. Deep in my heart I had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling about this. Master was a great man but when crossed …watch out! Off came his veneer of civilization to reveal a primal beast, anger and passion co-mingled.. That is when he was most dangerous. His normal high level of self-control was discarded like a cloak on the floor about his feet. Walk...
It was a most wonderful night for me. Taliya and me, we touched each other all night long. It was pure bliss. Unfortunately, morning came too soon: when Mistress Julia went to wake up Taliya then me for breakfast. Unable to find Taliya she sought Master John. I heard voices, they were talking as they approached my door. Shaking Taliya I tried to wake her up, I did not want to be found nude near her. Getting up to rapidly dress I finally managed to wake Taliya, unfortunately, by...
I thought today would be like any other day. I thought wrong. Master told me not to listen to Mistress. Unfortunately for me he never told her: I didn’t want to get in trouble with either of them. My sister was upstairs cleaning her room while Master had me clean the rest of the house. You see, Mistress Julia owns my sister Taliya. I, Ceres, belong to Master John. It’s hard pleasing them both, trying not to disappoint them. Master left for work, Mistress Julia wasn’t too far...
Chapter one: It was a glorious morning, a crisp day that promised much for me. No one was up as yet. By that I mean master John, Mistress Julia or even little Ceres, who snored away like the baby she acted like at times. Okay, a just turned eighteen year old girl, but a baby to my grown up twenty four year old self. Why was I creeping around at five in the morning, when all self respecting people were asleep, tucked under their covers? Both Ceres and I had uncompleted chores to do,...
Chapter 3: I was heading back down stairs with my black thong accentuating my tanned ass cheeks, a green loose fitting Chambray shirt on to finish up my chores. Ceres was still hard at work, it was close to lunch time so I went to prepare it. Mistress Julia stopped me. “You girls go help Master John. I’ll finish up here. If I need help cooking I’ll call for you, Liya.” Looking at her I nodded. Searching for Ceres she couldn’t be found in the dining room. I heard Master calling me from...
Chapter two: Ceres finally made her way over to Master, shaking so much I thought the house would fall. By that time Mistress had walked her witchy lying ass over to me. “I tried to protect you. Really, I did.” I heard what Mistress said, but when it came to protecting her hide or mine guess whose butt was going to be in trouble. “No you didn’t, ma’am. You two were fighting! I know YOU stabbed me in the back. But it’s alright.” I just looked at her, daggers shooting from my eyes,...
It was early in the morning, about 4 a.m. or so. I woke up restless, lonely, aching for a woman’s gentle touch. I wanted to see my Taliya. Getting up as quietly as I could I snuck over to my Master and Mistress’ room first, to make sure they were sound asleep. Cautiously cracking open their creaky door I stuck my head in quickly. They were snoring like little babies, the heady smell of sex heavy in the bedroom air. Master must have not been fully satisfied after punishing Taliya,...
I woke up. We were home. Master took me to the house, carrying me upstairs. We sat around, him babying me which I enjoyed enormously. He took me in the shower, bathing me gently, but not taking advantage of my helplessness. I loved what he was doing. He was bringing me to the edge of an orgasm washing my large titties, playing with my hardening brown nipples, then washing another part of my body. I was juicing up so much he couldn’t help but notice, but pretended not to. He teased me...
It was noon when I woke up. Looking for Master I ran down the stairs, catching him at the bottom step. ‘We need to talk, Ceres,’ he said. I didn’t know what about. I didn’t mean to run down the stairs but I woke up late and wanted to get my choirs done. ‘Yes Master. Did I do something wrong, master?’ ‘No, you did not, Ceres. Turn around and go to your room. I’ll be up there in a minute,’ he said. I did as I was told, returning to my room, kneeling by my bed for my master to come through the...
Oh, what a week it had been for me. After getting a severe spanking for thinking contrary to Master John and Mistress Julia’s wishes [as if this girl knew what went on in the mind of a Dom/Domme!] Mistress Denise spent a long time talking with my Master John. They came to an agreement which was not to my liking: I had to spend more time being trained, or retrained, or whatever they wanted to call it. Bottom line: I was being uprooted, leaving my home of the last seven months, and going...
I was scared to the point of almost freaking out. She said I had ten minutes, yet here she is at the front door, it’s four minutes until two in the afternoon, and I’m not in my place for my afternoon spanking, my pussy shaved and oiled like it was supposed to be. If I had three more minutes I could have done it. If. ‘If wishes were horses beggars would ride’ was the old saying that ran through my brain. Please Gaia, don’t let her take me to my room just yet. Mistress Denise walked...
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