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A glass of lemonade! Nina's eyes flew open, fixing the cool patterns of moonlight reflected from hidden smooth surfaces onto the ceiling of her bedroom. The urge had come suddenly, and it had come strong! Half a glass, no more. That would be sufficient. Orange flavour.

She looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table:

2:35

Surely Mistress Selene would not be around the ground floor anymore.

Nina slipped out from under her blanket, revealing to a hypothetical observer an enchanting body only dressed in her slave-collar and recalcitrant c-belt.

Up to no good!

With delicate feet she searched in the darkness until she found her indoor high heels – black patent leather, hidden-platform Louboutins (the ones with the red soles).

For a short moment she had considered to go barefoot and on tip-toes, but that would not feel right. It would lessen the thrill, not to mention that it would be against her nature. A slavegirl always wore this kinkiest form of foot bondage – a good one as well as a naughty one. Always, if not expressly announced otherwise by her Mistress. (Mistress, if this slavegirl sneaks out of her bedroom at night – to, let's say, grab a seductively forbidden glass of lemonade –, is this slavegirl allowed to go barefoot?)

The pert, yet cute collared girl sneaked down the hallway, witnessed only by the moon shining through high windows. Sneaking in five-inch heels might appear easier than it was, but Nina's extended experience with ballet boots relativised the problem significantly. Having her on her toes was Mistress Selene's second-dearest position for Nina, right after having her in Her bed – normally, at least.

Nina had felt more than a little bit rejected because Mistress hadn't ordered her to spend the night in Her – Mistress' – splendidly large lair for almost a week. Now Nina would get her sweet, tickling, yet insufficient compensation. Orange-flavoured.

With an elfish move she avoided the creaking floorboard (the forth, counted from the right wall, in front of the window looking directly onto the conservatory), prancing gracefully on the thick soles and towering heels. Mistress had a light sleep, but then again, the master bedroom was in the northern wing, at the far side. The part of the mansion Nina was sidling through was reserved to storages and the servant quarters (Grmpf!). However, she had not to worry about waking anybody else up. Mistress and slavegirl were the only ones living on the estate. Nina performed maid duties (whoever coined the term French Maid had something kinky in the back of their mind), four times a week came a kitchen help, and old Finnean looked after the house and property regularly.

From somewhere below the next window a dry, scrunching noise reached inside, and the semi-nude girl froze. She listened into the dark for half a minute, but the noise did not reappear. The sudden excitement sent shivers down her spine – very far down –, and Nina sighed audibly at Mistress' decision to keep her belted.

She stepped to the window and got onto the toes of her platforms, leaning over the high and deep sill. The huge back yard lay in silver, moonlight rested on the conservatory's panes to the right. To the left, partly behind some ancient trees, Nina could make out several of the outbuildings.

There were the horseless stables (Ah, the stables! Where always a bridle waits for me! If this stunt goes wrong, it would likely be fitted with a curb bit for a rather long time... ) and the lately renovated annexe sheltering the fitness room including a petite sauna.

Mistress and Nina worked out every morning. Mistress had a breathtaking body, in nothing inferior to the one of Her twelve years younger devotee.

Nearest stood the garage. Large enough for a couple of more, but only resided by three cars. Between that Behemoth of a Range Rover and the S-Type R – Nina always thought of it as a mutated amphibian doing steroids – her own little runabout parked.

The white Copen had been a present from Mistress for a very special occasion three month ago. Standing in front of the main entrance, huge red bow around it, lines of feminine, yet strong letters had been painted onto the sweet car's bonnet...

TO MISTRESS SELENE'S SLAVEGIRL IN TRAINING

... with the last two words crossed out. Nina had broken out in tears that morning, fallen to her knees, not caring about the gravelled driveway. Accepted as Mistresses slave!

Mistress had removed her training collar, then had replaced it with the far more elaborated permanent slave-collar – with the car keys dangling at the polished front ring (nice touch, though).

Nina knew that she wasn't just a plaything for her gorgeous owner. The sole efforts Mistress Selene had put and still was putting into their relationship didn't leave the shadow of a doubt. Two years she had been in training, and trained she had been! 24/7 was used inflationarily these days by anyone who had managed to order a set of handcuffs via the internet. She neither need to be tied up at night nor bear her Mistress' mark (nonetheless Nina considered it as hot as a fox in a forest fire; but every time the topic of a tattoo or branding came up, she chickened out). She would even renounce her collar (that was a tough one!). She was a slave within.

And what a naughty little slave she was! Running through the house deep at night, half-naked! Maybe Mistress would catch her. Nina both feared and hoped for it in equal parts. Mistress would get angry – or, at least, pretend to –, and would send her back to bed with a nicely warmed bottom – but without lemonade. So the optimum would be to get caught after she had plundered the fridge.

Whither, whither?

Ahead or left? She had stopped at the T-junction of two corridors. Choosing left would lead her down the small servant stairs to the kitchen which meant creaking with every step. Ahead then!

Along the gallery, down the main stairs, across the hall with its parquet floor and that heavy door leading to the basement.

The door was locked, but Nina knew nonetheless what was hiding at the end of the stairs behind it. The wine cellar was down there, as well as something people with a dirty imagination would call Playroom – and it had nothing to do with LEGO! Sort of silly name, anyway. Although both Mistress and slave loathed BDSM-clichés, they referred to it mostly as Dungeon (or, when Mistress is in Her goofy mood, in a campfire ghost story voice: the Duhndjehehn-muahar-har! ).

Thinking of that door was enough. It was not even the Dungeon door itself – it just led to the Dungeon! But that did not help. Her mind came up with all kinds of perky punishments Mistress Selene might subject her to. She could make her drink the whole bottle and re-introduce her to some exquisite bladder control. Or Nina would get the lemonade as a tingly enema (That's mean! Mean and so damn hot!). But a strict bare-bottom over-the-knee spanking remained her all-time favourite!

Think of something else, or the belt will drive you insane!

The belt was comfy, it was well-crafted, without doubt sexy and even nice to look at. And it was effective. Sexual relief was not for slavegirls to decide about. It was a granting, a gift from their Mistresses. (I would never betray Mistress with my nimble fingers, so the belt doesn't bother me in the least. I don't even come close to it – but ARRGH! )

Nonetheless slavegirls were better not to be trusted in that matter. Nina knew she wore the belt for her own good. One discovered moment of weakness, and she would have to face real punishment, as she already had done in training countless times for all kinds of misdoings (she had been very naughty back then, too) and – to her deep shame – twice as graduated slave.

For a serious infraction she normally suffered the cane, then spent the dark hours in her cage, restrained and spider-gagged. A glass of lemonade – just for example – was surely not worth this kind of a night, orange-flavoured or not. The morning after such an ordeal she ACHED. Her jaws ached from the unyielding gag, her limbs from the fetters, her back from the cage's confines, her bum and thighs from the chastisement. Not that anyone speak bad about Mistress! The punishment was always well-deserved and just, her oral bondage always an open-mouth gag, the restraints always padded leather, the cage always under audio/video-surveillance. Mistress once had shown her the greenish night vision mode on the master bedroom's large plasma screen. Even during corrections for her most grave malefactions she was never alone in her distress.

Nina was about to step out onto the gallery overlooking the main hall, when the noise reappeared, longer this time. No – it was a different one, more like scuffling and dragging. And were that muffled sounds beneath not protesting groans?

She peeked around the corner and over the gallery's massive oak balustrade. Moonlight beamed through the façade, and the scene it was revealing made Nina's eyes widen with terror.

They are hurting Mistress!

Her hands were bound behind Her back with cable ties, palms facing out. They had just reached the middle of the hall, and one of the sturdy, black-dressed men forced the disrobed lady onto Her knees. The other invader, less stocky, but taller, was chinking with something Nina recognised as Mistress' keys. He disappeared from her field of view, but the terrified girl could hear him checking the cellar door.

Nina lapped her hand over her open mouth and retreated back into the shadow. Burglars! But how?! How had they been able to get into the house without raising alarm? Her mind was blank for some seconds, then a fragile feeling of hope arose. They hadn't. A silent alarm had been raised! Yes! Some more minutes, and the police would be here!

She was sliding further into defilade when the third intruder came up behind her. One gloved hand twisted her right arm behind her back while the second clawed into her auburn mane.

"Got her!" he triumphed.

The tall man stepped back into the middle of the hall. Calmly he looked up as the last brute of the trio pushed his captive forwards.

"Very good, Mr Track."

"Thanks, Mr Tick! Wasn't in her room, the little sweetie. Must have sneaked passed me somehow. That hut is a fuckin' maze!"

He continued to shove the struggling girl along the gallery and down the wide stairs. Finally, she was made to kneel next to her Mistress. The woman, still dignified in Her plight, spoke to her in both an apologetic and encouraging manner:

"Don't worry, little one. Nothing will happen to you."

The tall man who had been addressed as "Mr Tick" eyed the two females from underneath his balaclava for a moment, then turned to his stocky comrade:

"Mr Trick, would you please secure our latest newcomer?"

The man standing behind Lady Selene nodded and went quietly to work on Nina. With versed moves he zip-tied her wrists, just like they had done with Mistress. Nina, more stubborn than brave, writhed and bristled all she could. That earned her additional plastic bondage around her upper arms, bringing her elbows together. Although being a very flexible girl, this made her shoulders ache and burn at once. She doubt that she had been able to escape the wrist fetters at all. This further tying was simply a cruel retribution for her resistance.

Mr Tick passed the bunch of keys to Number Three and squatted in front of the moaning lass.

"Don't make such a fuss. The best way for you to help your Mistress and yourself is to ensure Her cooperation. A certain object is what we want. How we get it..." He made an indeterminate gesture.

Nina had not wised up yet:

"You better piss off! The entire police from the next town will be arriving any moment!"

Mr Tick backhanded her into silence. Number Three – Mr Track – paused the key examination he had been engaged in and slapped the palm against his covered forehead.

"Fuck, we forgot about the security system! Shit, man, and I even made me a list: buy milk, take garbage out, crack security system!"

"Yeah, dude. Shit happens," Stocky grunted from beneath his hood.

Nina spit out blood from her split lip. On the moonlit hardwood it appeared almost black.

No alarm. No police.

It was now Mr Track who fumbled about at the cellar door. With a MagLite from his belt he alternately scrutinised the door's lock and the collection of keys in his hand.

"Which key? Is it that one?" he taunted. Mistress answered him with a contemptuous glance.

"Hm, Her Highness does not want to tell us." He used the key matching the lock in size and style. "Maybe the wench knows what's in store for Her."

Without squealing, creaking or any other melodramatic noise the heavy door swung open. The three intruders – of whom the tallest one was evidently the leader – shared their burden. Mr Tick walked Mistress Selene through the door's pitch black rectangle, Mr Trick hove a dark bundle from the parquet and hurled it onto his shoulder. A large duffle bag – never a good sign.

Once again it was on Mr Track to seize Nina. The plastic ties had cut into her skin. They cut even more when Number Three grabbed the girl under one arm and pushed her along the hall, following the others down the cellar stairs.

No hope.

Nina's gaoler closed the door behind them and locked it from the inside. Only then he switched the lights on. Nobody roaming around the house would be able to notice the fine golden line emerging from under the cellar door.

The base of the stairway opened up into the chill arches of the wine cellar. Shelves of ancient oak wood held a collection impressive both in size and quality. Unerringly the Leader strode through between the barely lit lines, turned right and headed to the eastern wall.

What was going on?! How could he know the way? What do they want? Burglars may study the floor plan and learn how many persons live in the house. But wouldn't burglars wonder about my outfit, for example?

Nina's doubts grew stronger with ever step of Mr Tick's working boots. This was not a normal burglary. Her stomach turned at the meaning of this realisation.

From behind her, Mr Track's voice sneered through the semidarkness.

"When we have done them, how's about a draught of Château Latour?" He pronounced it like Skattow Later. There might be reasons why Mr Tick was the leader and Mr Trick supposed to do the tricky parts.

"Don't the fuck touch anything!" Mr Tick hissed from beneath his mask.

Although this brief conversation revealed the wine supplies to be safe, it did little to put Nina's mind at ease.

"When we have done them..."

Her stomach made another turn. Rape.

The eastern wall was masoned from sturdy old bricks. They filled the gaps between four Yorkstone pillars, indicating another vault behind them. The door in the wall's middle seemed to be as old as the cellar itself, but Nina knew that it was faked. Mistress had spared neither cost nor efforts to keep the original style when this most sinister part of the mansion had been rebuilt.

Number Three unlocked the door with the same bunch of keys he had used in the hall. Curiosity was evident in his moves as he pushed the handle.

Before them the Inner Sanctum of Mistress' being lay open.

How dare you... ?!

Once inside the Dungeon, Nina was pushed to the flag-stoned ground, and Stocky strapped some of his trusty cable ties around her ankles. She still wore her indoor high heels, which in combination with her harsh arm bondage and Mr Track hauling at her had made the descent a risky undertaking. Nonetheless she was not willed to slip them off. It was Mistress' wish for her to wear them!

Unlike the insufficient lighting in the wine cellar, the Playroom's twilight was artistic, almost theatrical. The indirect illumination did not disturb the impression of a mediaeval gaol, but revealed the amount of implements ready to be used on submissive flesh. Shadows rested minaciously on them, establishing the special atmosphere that promised dark and forbidden pleasures. Tonight, however, the scene bore a crucial difference.

None of the devices in this room was bogus, and only trust, caring and cautiousness prevented severe injuries. Nina doubted seriously that their uninvited guests would abide by these basic rules.

Mistress had been pushed to a waist-high construction that looked like a horizontal T on legs. While Her abdomen was being pressed into the crossbeam, Mr Trick stepped over and cut Her cable ties with diagonal pliers. But within moments, Her hands had been re-fettered in front of Her with handcuffs. During this, Number Three wasn't lazy and secured Mistress' ankles to ground in such a way Her long, sculptured legs were spread and pulled taut. This forced Mistress onto Her tip-toes, adding another fierceness to Her already stressful position. The Bondage T was notorious for causing cramping.

Mr Tick was supervising the portentous operation, but – Nina was sure of that – kept an eye on the kneeling girl as well.

The T's far end carried a compact winch that could be worked manually. Mr Trick pulled some length of wire rope out, and with a metallic click the snap-hook at its end connected itself to the chain between the cuffs. The man's moves were professionally, methodically, as he began to operate the winch.

Nina watched with increasing terror how her Mistress was stretched towards the structure's far end, notch by notch, and how cruelly the steel ground into Her wrists.

Only when Mistress' body was tautened over the frame in an obscene right angle, Mr Trick stopped and allowed the mechanism to lock at its latest catch.

The proud woman tested Her bonds, but Nina knew from experience that there was no way to go, especially not if the steel cable was as tight as now. She could already sense the stress in Mistresses shoulders and hips.

This device was a harsher variant of the bondage horse, and Nina had found herself on it every time Mistress had considered a more intensive correction to be adequate. Not only the racking effect and the lack of leather padding made it extraordinary uncomfortable to lie on the punishment T for any length of time. Right now, the weight of Mistress' upper body rested mostly on Her sternum as Her breasts were pushed outwards by the beam's edges.

None of these details stayed hidden to the Leader, but only the last one received his momentary attention. With an imperious gesture he ordered Mr Track to take care of the kneeling girl again, then strode to the largest table in the room, the one next to Nina's cage. The one with the stainless steel trays on it.

Five. There are five trays. Trays like they use in operation theatres.

And just like on those trays in hospitals, a legion of small or slender instruments were arranged on them. Nina knew them and their places off by heart – it was her duty to clean and sort them after every session.

Mr Tick went for tray number two. Without spending more than a few seconds on seeking he picked his weapons of choice from the mirroring surface. Nina knew what he had taken. She did not need to look as Mr Tick stepped to her helpless Mistress, sunk on one knee and opened his fist to show. She did not need to, but she looked nonetheless.

The nipple clamps were serrated and spring-loaded, but the springs were only meant for easy application. The real fun came with the screws. Versions with simple stop screws still gained their strength only from the springs, which had not to be designed too strong, else the jaws couldn't be properly opened by hand.

Models with tightening screws did not know this limitation. A descent level of quality for screws and threads preconditioned, they could literally tightened all the way down.

Mistress was aware of this fact, Nina was aware of it (Ouch!), and there was no reason to question Mr Tick's state of knowledge.

"Spare Yourself the torture. You will eventually tell us anyway."

He spoke calmly to Mistress, but loudly enough for Nina to understand. The way he emphasised the word "torture" made the slavegirl groan. She had no clear view onto her Mistress' face, but the beautiful woman seemed to hiss something into his face.

The Leader only shrug his shoulders.

"Ready when You are, Lady Selene..."

Mistress had started to buck and bolt the little She could in Her mean bondage as he first worked on Her left nipple. When the vicious teeth had completely sunk into the tender flesh, Mr Tick let go of the awful clamp, only to repeat the procedure on the right side.

Her flanks vibrated under Her rapid breathing, the muscles in the back of Her neck tightened and lifted Her contorted face from the beam. But even with both Her breast tips crushed and multiply pierced, Mistress suppressed Her screams entirely.

Nina sniffed, her eyes wet with tears. She would not cry! The urge to beg for mercy was almost overwhelming, but she would not do that, either! A naїve hope had just found its way into her mind. If Tick, Trick and Track accepted that they would not make her brave Mistress talk, maybe they just call it a night, even were in a hurry to get out before dawn (Nina herself didn't know why the terrible trio should be frightened to meet dawn at this estate, but wasn't it the nature of evil? To have full sway in the dark, only to fear the day?).

Even now Mistress held up a dignified aura. Her dark long hair covered both side of Her face as She lowered Her forehead onto the smooth wood. The pain-inducted shallowness of Her breaths was still evident, but did nothing to belittle Her endurance.

No matter what you do to Her, She will always be superior to scum like you!

Mr Tick played with the clamps, flicked them, tugged on them, always studying his prisoner's stoic expression.

Another journey to the trays brought two small, but heavy metal cones. Mistress gasped audibly when Her trapped nipples were burdened with these.

"Make it easy on You – where is it?"

Both his hands reached up, and this time Mr Tick did not play. Mistress screamed as the clamps twisted and turned in Her delicate flesh. Elated by this success, the Leader even increased the brutality of his assault. More and harder screams were coerced from the suffering woman who fought vainly against restraints and pain.

"Please don't hurt Her!" Nina screeched. She could not hold back anymore. The girl knew how sensitive her Mistress' whole breast area was. They shared extraordinary erogenous zones on these parts – and Nina would confess to anything under nipple torture.

Crimson pears were running down the conical weights and dropping to the ground in worrying succession. Mr Tick let go of the clamps and pulled Mistress's head up by Her brunette mane. His gloves were decorated with blood.

For some seconds, he waited, his head cocked in what was supposed to be a silent question. But Mistress just gazed at him in worn defiance, Her quivering lips pressed tightly together.

"Originally, I have planned to go easy on You, gorgeous. But Your annoying lack of cooperation necessitates a more coercive measure."

Mr Tick shoved Her head back to the beam, then eyed the fatal beauty of Mistress' exquisite predicament. With disgust Nina observed him devouring the sight that lay in front of him:

How the cross bar pushed Her bottom out; how the unyielding position forced Her onto Her tip-toes; how the strain hardened Her leg muscles.

His gloved hand glided along Her silken derrière.

How taut and hot and soft Her skin was.

"Mr Trick, it is your turn now."

Stocky mumbled an affirmation. He stepped over to one of the cabinets, and again Nina was unpleasantly surprised by the intruders' knowledge of where to find what.

This certain piece of furniture held switches, birches and canes. To really hurt Mistress, Stocky would surely go for a cane.

Clamps and caning. A classical combination of passive and active torture.

The young slave gasped at what Mr Trick had taken from the cabinet. Mistress had used the chrome-tipped carbon fibre cane only once on her, and only under strict self-restraint. Not for penalisation it had been, but to establish respect for this very item. Nina considered it to be easily the cruellest instrument for impact punishment in the whole estate.

Beyond any doubt it was a premium product, due to its base material literally unbreakable, but not very flexible (the cane's punitive competence came from its kinetic energy rather than from its potential energy). The handle and other strategic points were fitted with wolfram cores for optimal weight distribution. Hence the cane combined a considerably low mass inertia with a considerably high moment of inertia. Mistress had explained it to Her pretty slavegirl a little bit more tersely:

"Easy to swing, hard to stand."

Stocky tested it in the air. Indeed he had full control over it during every phase of the stroke. Easy to swing. He cut the air again, harder, more confidently, producing an intimidating sound.

Mr Track giggled.

Suddenly, with a velocity that was astonishing given his heavy physique, Mr Trick leapt forwards and swung his weapon in a wide arc. With unbelievable acceleration the cane sliced the air and made contact with Mistress Selene's taut flesh. The stroke was well aimed to the critical spot where the right buttock ran into the thigh. Nina never actually heard the hit, for it was drowned out by Mistress Selene's unbridled scream. It was a deeply agonised sound, fully matching the visual horror that made Nina scream in the very same second: The skin literally exploded, subcutaneous tissue burst under the incredible force that drove the carbon fibre through several layers of muscles.

"Ouh, that got Your attention, huh?" Mr Track sneered.

Another stroke, powerful and grisly like the first one, hit the same spot. Mistress' body went rigid in anguish as another shriek was wrenched from it. Hard to stand.

Mr Trick leant into each horrible blow with all his two hundred pounds, taking full advantage of the carbon cane's precise handling. He was striking on each thigh and buttock in turn now, concentrating the pain, channelling it within the tolerance of half a centimetre.

This had nothing in common with the discipline sessions Nina had received from her Mistress. After the harshest of them, she had borne purple welts all over her thighs and bottom and had cried for hours afterwards – but not more.

Mistress was dominant in every way, but She was no raving sadist. Once Nina had talked Her into watching Hostel together, and after the scene where that bloke tried to walk with his Achilles tendons sliced, She had excused Herself.

The weights swung frantically and tore at Her bleeding nipples as every belter drove Her pelvis into the crossbeam anew. Mistress was crying freely now when not needing Her air for screaming. Little was left of Her dignified appearance.

During twelve minutes of hard caning Mr Trick had turned Mistress' backside into a collection of ghastly bleeding wounds. At Mr Tick's behest he finally ceased the horrible castigation, granting his arm a break. Nina could see around his eyes that he was sweating underneath the balaclava.

He had stopped!

Nina wished she could make herself believe that it was over now, but one glance at the Leader was sufficient: far worse things were coming. She only hoped her beloved Mistress was able to gather new strength during this hiatus.

Mr Tick touched the raw welts and listened to the groans this action wrung from the tortured woman. Cramps gnawed at Her back and limps, and Her flawless skin glistened with pain-born sweat.

"You will suffer far worse if You keep up this childish attitude, Selene."

Mistress seemed to shake Her head in a weak and exhausted manner. A quarter of an hour ago, Nina had been proud of Her resisting Her tormentors. But that had been before they had beaten Her bloody and scarred Her for life.

Please just tell them! What is so important to endure such cruelty?!

Whatever it was, Mistress Selene was willing to endure the cruelties. And Mr Tick was willing to increase them.

"Mr Trick, the dressing, please."

From his duffle bag Stocky produced a canteen and handed it to the Leader who unscrewed the cap. He held the open bottle close to Mistress' nose, and She rapidly turned Her face away. After some moments Nina could sense the still faint, but distinctive odour of the content. Vinegar.

"We didn't want to mess around in your kitchen, so we brought our own ingredient," Mr Tick stated.

If only they were that sensible when it came to Dungeon equipment. But what do these bastards want with... ?

Oh, no!

Mr Tick brought the canteen into position above Mistress' bottom and tilted it slightly. He waited, built up the tension, listened to Lady Selene's distressed gasping.

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VISIT TO MISTRESS Mistress Carol got a hold of Master at work and asked if She could use me for one night. Master gave Her permission. So here I am walking to the door of Mistress Carol’s house knocking with butterflies in my stomach and a worry look on my face. A tall brunette answers the door, she is at least 2 inches taller and I’m 5’5”. Mistress Carol is 6 feet tall. The girl tells me to come in. I follow her down the hallway to a room where there is a cross and floggers, crops,...

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Step DaughterMistress

My wife Cherie and I had been married for just over a year when she dropped the bombshell that her daughter was coming to live with us. Cherie had told me she had a daughter to her first husband before we were married but Marcia was twenty-five and had a career as a dancer, so why did she have to move in with us? As it turned out she had lost her job and was low on cash so mummy ......and step daddy were bailing her out. I had not even met her until she arrived two weeks ago, now that was...

2 years ago
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Follow a sub through her first day of slave training after being collared by her Mistress

The collaring ceremony and reception had been a great success. It was a small affair but all had a good time. There were only 10 people in attendance, but were very close friends to the Mistress and her newly collared sub. The actually ceremony had been short and sweet, it had been just a mere formality as the two had been together for 2 years now. They signed the formal agreement, which they had drawn up together. It contained limits, expectations, and rules regarding their union. Next the...

4 years ago
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Black Mistress

BLACK-MISTRESS.TXT - by Cindy V. - femdom, TV, humiliation My local newspaper has a small "personals" column, and recently a new ad appeared that simply said "Roleplaying". I watched the news-paper for a few weeks to see if the ad would disappear, but there it was, day after day. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me, and I called the number. The recptionist explained that they did role-playing fantasies involving all sorts of domination, and best of all they were not that...

1 year ago
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Owned by an online Mistress

Owned by an online Mistress After being blackmailed by Master Michael (see "Blackmailed by Master Michael"), I tried to stop being a sissy. I purged most of my sissy clothes and thought my sissy urges would go away if I just quit going online. They didn't. Unfortunately, drinking and being a sissy led to yet another poor decision on my part when I became owned by an online Mistress. It started when I uploaded my cross-dressing photos to Flickr to share with other sissies, although...

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My stalker became my Mistress

I let a woman control me! I was in college. I lived in a big city, it was summer and I was working in a mall. I was talking to a couple while at work, educating them about a certain washer and dryer when I noticed a woman from across the aisle that kept looking at me and every time I looked over at her she would quickly look away with a smile. I spent about 15 minutes with the couple and when they were done asking questions, I looked around kind of expecting this woman to be looking for help...

2 years ago
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Chelsie Meets Her Mistress

Chelsie Meets Her Mistress (based on a true story) by Mistress Lisa Chapter 1 Mistress Lisa sat in the hotel lobby, staring at a large screen TV, but not really seeing it. Her mind was on the man she was supposed to be meeting. He had served her online for over a year, but they had never met before. She was a touch nervous...something she DEFINITELY wasn't used to. She reached in her pocket to touch the pair of panties she had brought for her favorite cyber slave. "This is going to...

3 years ago
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My Wife Her SlaveChapter 45 Working with a New Mistress

In the morning, Gretchen and Nina showered together, with Gretchen making sure that Nina was not only well-scrubbed, but also brought close to an orgasm to start her day. As they dried each other, Gretchen asked, “Are you going to the new client this morning, or are you going to your regular office?” “I was planning to go to the office, first, and then go to the new client, but I could skip the office. This new client is my number one priority right now.” “Good. I’d like to send a present...

3 years ago
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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress

Amelia Marks stood staring out of the large window in her office. The lady with the dark-hair, neatly tied in a bun, smiled as she watched the late summer sunshine rising in the blue sky and begin to cover the new Sixth Form building and the extensive playing fields and sports pitches beyond that. The new Head Mistress at the exclusive, fee-paying Alannah Lawrence Girl’s College closed her eyes and stood day-dreaming for a few moments before she turned her attention back to what she needed to...

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2 years ago
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Im the Mistress

I walked into the candle lit living room & stood still for a momentto adjust my vision. Just then she moved out of the shadows & quicklywrapped a blindfold around my head & eyes. She whispered to me as she boundthe blindfold, "You are my prisoner now & you will follow my commands tothe letter or else." As she spoke I felt the heat rising in my loins, I gotvery excited when she grabbed my hands behind my back & handcuffed themtogether. I spoke in a low taunting voice, "Or...

3 years ago
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Going To Party With My Mistress

By : Criticalmass Synopsis: The slave girl is going to be taken to her first party with her mistress. This is a firsthand account narrated by the girl. My mistress promised me to take me to a special party on the day I would turn 18, and today is that day. I am 5′ 7″ tall and have a figure of 34D-28-38. I am fair and have long hair. I had met my mistress on my summer vacation 2 months ago. In the last 2 months we have developed a special bonding and trust. The party was late in the night;...

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Oh Gina I mean Mistress

I had just moved into a new neighbourhood after my divorce. We sold our home and acreage and I was able to buy this modest two-story home. I like a lot of space around me and since I'm alone now, this gave me what I wanted. I also work from home and I was fortunate to have a large study on the upper floor. My house is on a corner lot and I have only one neighbour. She lives in a very large house on a double lot. I saw her briefly as I was moving things in. We nodded to each other, but never got...

4 years ago
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Mistress

The Mistress Manual by: Mistress Lorelei1WHY BECOME A MISTRESS?:Some Unexpected Pleasures"When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up." - Roger W Babson"For my readers who have already tasted the heady wine of total control over a submissivemale, this question may seem absurd. The answer is so obvious: being a Mistress is fun.Female Dominance offers the Mistress a cornucopia of delights. (The submissive male enjoysit too, although there are moments in scene when he may not seem...

3 years ago
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emma in the House of her Mistress

Chapter 1 We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip togetherand my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume,I watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously.I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly becomingused to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared me, but italso excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do something. We had never spent a night...

3 years ago
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The Girl In The Lift 8211 Part 9 Submissive Slave To My Mistress

Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the next part of the story where Simi and I explored reverse BDSM fantasy as me as a submissive slave. If you haven’t read the previous parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. After our session on BDSM, where Simi served me, we both were ready for the next one in which I had to serve her (my Mistress). A couple of weeks passed, but we didn’t get time for it....

2 years ago
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New Job First Lesson with Mistress

New Job, First Lesson:It all began when I moved to New York to get a fresh start. Always a shy loner, I was teased throughout school for being somewhat short and effeminate in looks. After my mother passed away right after I graduated college, I no longer had any ties to Chicago, and I wanted to move to New York to find a new life for myself. I had very little sexual experience, and was hoping to be able to find a girlfriend in a new city. Landing an apartment in Manhatten and a job as a...

3 years ago
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A servant and Mistress

Part I -- Arrival I arrived at the DeMarcco mansion in late August. Summer was alreadyfading into fall as winter comes early in such a northern province. Ifound the castle cold and dark and foreboding, despite the presence ofthe Master, who was young and handsome and extremely wealthy. He and hispretty bride were renowned for their lavish parties and generosity, andanyone in the country, including the Duke of Kennington, was alwayspleased to receive an invitation. I viewed my change of...

4 years ago
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Learning the Chocolate Life Ch 02 Black Mistress

It had been a week since my glorious encounter with Mistress Angie. I swear I can still feel my balls on fire. I had sent numerous IMs but no reply until Thursday. "Stop pestering me you little fuck. I'll contact you not the other way around. You'll just have to wait until I feel you are worthy of another session. Contact me again and I'll show your prissy, sexually dull, blonde haired, blue-eyed wife the little video tape we made together."Video tape? What the fuck! A video tape? Man talk...

3 years ago
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mother vs mistress

She had him...her, yes, her, lying on her back, legs spread, shaved clean below the waist, wearing a pair of vanity fair pink panties, a pink chemise, knee-high lace-up heels, cleanly shaven face and bright red lip gloss…so wet were her lips painted they would have mistaken them for cum-coated…and she was shoving a lubricated vibrator into her panties and rolling it around her clitty and balls and smooth pussy. And she…he…was spreading his sissy shaved legs as wide as he….she could and moaning...

4 years ago
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Kinky Vacation with Mistress

Kinky Vacation with my Mistress Chapter 1 - Arrival at our Nest of Kink by sissy kristie for Ms. SEVEN The trip was planned carefully and long in advance and both my Mistress as well as Her sub, me, were looking forward to this adventure for almost an eternity.? As soon as the opportunity for the real life adventurous encounter was known, my Mistress decided where we should spend the week in a luxurious and remote house in Avignon, France. It did not take very long until the right place was...

1 year ago
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My school teacher Mistress

“And today Amanda you will count them all. I know you were late on purpose. I saw you pull up 10 minutes early. So you will count them all from fifty down to completion. If you forget to count or get the number wrong we will start again. Do you understand?” she said making sure I understood and agreed. “Yes Mistress I will, I will keep count.” The double whacks, one to each cheek started with the count down. She placed them perfectly and sent pleasure running through my already overloaded body....

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2 years ago
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Last day with Mistress

Sissy wakes up between Mistress Marcie’s legs, she has grabbed its head and is pulling towards her pussy. This one can smell her arousal and knows what mistress wants, sissy starts to lick, kiss and suck on pussy and clitoris, listening to Mistress’s breathing. Sissy hears a change in breathing so starts to work on clitoris running tongue around and lightly over again and again for what seems like ten to fifteen minutes, suddenly Mistress tenses up and starts to moan very loudly and shake,...

2 years ago
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Second day with Mistress

Mistress Marcie is not happy to have caught sissy richie masturbating when she got back. Mistress takes sissy into the bedroom and cages him, puts on blindfold and ear plugs. Has sissy lay on bed then ties hands a legs spread eagle with head at edge of mattress. Mistress sits on sissy’s face and has him lick her to orgasm, then turns around and slaps sissies’ cock and balls while grinding her butt on sissy face. Has sissy rim and tongue fuck Mistress, this seems like hours of pleasuring...

3 years ago
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Meeting with a Mistress

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked and also felt the sensation of my cock receiving more blood and growing slightly in my pants. I shivered due to the winters icy wind as I turned onto the pathway. As I did so I casually looked around and was relieved to see no one was about, and continued down the path to the appointment that I had been fantasising about for the previous few weeks. To be in a situation where it was not me who had to make the decision, or be relied on, or take the...

2 years ago
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Another Session With Mistress

Another Session with Mistress  by tiedbiyouI thought I was ready for Mistress... but I was mistaken. When I heard footsteps approaching slowly I could tell it was her. I was in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. I was on my knees, face down and ass up. I had on my collar and leash holding the leash in my teeth, ready to give it to her. I had my wrist and ankle restraints on and my hands were behind my back. I was naked except for the collar and restraints. There were the assortment of...

4 years ago
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I Love You Mistress

I was at work when my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw the single letter 'M.' Mistress! I didn't let it ring a second time. From the other end, I heard the smoky, sensual voice say "Come," and I nearly did right there. She hung up, not needing to say anything more. I knew where to go. I left work early, got in my car and drove. It had been nearly three weeks since I last heard from her and I ached to see her again.Some may think it strange to be so obsessed with this woman who I knew...

3 years ago
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Journey of a Maid Journey of a Mistress

journey By Cassandra Morgan - 1 - - Andy's voice - "Me Tarzan, Her Jane!" The first 500 times or so I said it, it might have been amusing. The last 500, people were laughing at me, not with me. But that was okay. I was happy. The music was loud, and the alcohol was flowing, and everyone at Mama Leon's nightclub was happy. Lights flashed. Laughter sounded. People smiled. It was Roleplay Night, which is always a good...

4 years ago
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Dream Mistress

My heart was racing as I looked at my computer screen for you see I had done something I not only thought I would ever do or for that matter gain any actual results from. I guess I should explain what I've done, you see my sexual interests and fantasies would have me deemed as a submissive for the thought of kneeling before, taking a strap-on bigger than my own cock, earning the privilege to cum then gladly cleaning up that filthy mess or better yet commanded to cover my own face in cum. Most...

2 years ago
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The Once and Future Mistress

The Once and Future Mistress By Topaz172 Brighton, England, 1999 Pet's Story: Time is short, the mission must be completed within the next week. beyond that, events have a momentum of their own, and it becomes beyond my ability to influence. The house wasn't anything special, a typical three bedroom semi-detached dwelling squeezed tightly between other identical homes. Trouble was, I wasn't the only one interested in the occupant; a couple of the local kids had been...

3 years ago
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My Wife My Mistress

"My name, to you, is no longer Pamela, unless there is a Mistress before it. Understand?" He mewed his answer in that high-pitched, feminine voice she had required of him. "Uh huh, uh-huh-uh-huh," always ending with an up- note, as if asking a question. When she was asking him to do something to humiliate himself, that questioning note meant that he was asking if she would grant him the privilege of carrying out whatever order would be issues. "You, on the other hand, will be called...

3 years ago
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Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Five The Formidable Form Mistress

It was a masterpiece.There was no other way of describing the work of art that had mysteriously appeared on the whiteboard in Mrs. Halliday’s Form class. The picture covered almost the entire board, was awash with colour and would give the Year Twelve girls in Nancy Halliday’s Form class a damned good laugh when they walked into the room at 8.40am that morning.It was a portrait that even the mysterious Banksy would have been proud of, but there would be no way that this would be removed from...

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My Mistress

I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just my hand. Shaking off the sordid thoughts that were roaming through my head, I stood up and began the walk down the empty hallway to my...

1 year ago
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beloved mistress

He was eagerly awaiting the return of his mistress. The thought of her snow white skin and dark soft hair, her voluptuous feminine figure, her gentle hands and beautiful feet, and the toy she sometimes wore for him made his ass clench with anticipation and his spine tingle. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the entrance door, wearing nothing but a leather collar and black lace thong. the way the thong chaffed against his ass hole made him excited- even at work where he was a strong...

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3 years ago
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Subgirl The Rape Mistress

The Hydreaus Plague SubgirlTheRape Mistress      ??????????? Her codename was Subgirl.? However she was not a sub even though what a girl she was at five foot nine with long blond hair, blue eyes set in a lovely face and a long legged, shapely build.? When naked, which was how Subgirl always worked her body was quite something to look at with her long silky legs, smooth shaved pussy, round hips and ass, a small waist and full breasts with pink nipples and her soft skin tanned from head to...

4 years ago
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A Maid For Mistress

Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards you. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of your  handsome face.Looking down she says sternly. "Are you ready to serve your Mistress, in the manner to which she deserves? "  "Yes My Goddess," you say to her respectfully. "Very well...

3 years ago
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Heros Mistress

Chapter 1 Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob's idea and she always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn't wait until their husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes,...

3 years ago
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serving my mistress

This is a continuation of my last story picking up after I moved in with my mistress Denise, as her slave. I have already gave myself completely to her, and now I will help her get whatever she wants I woke up early, got out of my room (witch was really more of a closet) and begin with my shores around my mistress house. Picking up things, making her breakfast, and becoming the living room. I love doing my mistress chores. Suddenly I hear noises coming from my mistress room; I finish off her...

3 years ago
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What We Do for LoveChapter 6 Boy Serves His Mistress

When I arrived home, mistress was in my bed and so was girl. I turned on the ensuite bathroom light and left the door cracked so I could see to undress. The covers were pulled away from their upper bodies, and I could see their even breathing. Again both were naked, both were snuggled together and both were sound asleep. There was plenty of room in the bed for me to join my two favorite females however I stood next to the bed for some minutes, just looking at them before I slid under the...

2 years ago
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Sissy Mistress

"Did you finish that report fag!" "Yes." I handed the report that I had spent all night and into the early hours this morning completing to Jonathan. He snatched it from my hand and headed straight to the boardroom. Jonathan was the spoiled son of the owner of the company I worked for. He was in fact my manager and a complete prick! No doubt he would be passing the report off as his own to the board and getting all the praise for a job well done. His father was a traditional man and...

2 years ago
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Good morning Mistress

It was 9 o’clock in the morning. I grabbed the plate with a steaming cup of coffee and two muffins, - one chocolate and one vanilla, - and quietly entered the bedroom. Mistress was still sleeping. Her naked body was almost covered with the floral blanket with one breast out. Her large brown nipple was stiff. I closed the door behind me after I first put the plate with the coffee and breakfast on the low table. Then I took a precious moment to admire my Mistress. She was so sweet when She was...

4 years ago
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Making of a Mistress

Making of a Mistress Is a dominatrix born or made? Read on and decide. Chapter 1 - Susan - Susan and Judy's early sexual experiencesChapter 2 - Karen - Ken's early sexual experienceChapter 3 - Susan Again - Susan and Ken's first sessionChapter 4 - Susan Gains Control - Susan gains sexual dominanceChapter 5 - A Girl and her Toys - Susan learns how to use toysChapter 6 - A Girl's Best Friend - Susan learns more toysChapter 7 - Judy - Judy...

2 years ago
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Ghost Mistress

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have borrowed ideas from many stories that I have read on the net, but the overall idea is one that came from the gray matter between my ears. Ghost Mistress By xyzpdqus Chapter 1 Once upon a time... not really. I bought an old Victorian fixer-upper house. It was in an older part of town. The place was a firetrap. The attic and basement were filled with old newspapers and unsalvageable junk. As soon as I moved in, I...

3 years ago
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Punishment Mistress

The Punishment Mistress [F/M noncons institution, spank, milking]"No... No," he moaned aloud, to no one in particular, because he knew that the punishment mistress would take no heed of his protest. "Please, no," he said, louder, this time addressed to the punishment mistress. Part of his fear was his total vulnerability. He knew that there would be no escaping the severe strapping that he had been sentenced to for the week's misdeeds at the institution. He was totally naked, bent over a heavy...

1 year ago
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Mistress

My wife (Airlia) and I are open minded when it comes to sex. We are pretty much into everything, but at the moment we found ourselves going to a for a bit of fun. We have been to our mistress four or five times so far and we both enjoy watching the other getting abused, especially Airlia when my mistress uses her strapon with me, but this session is one I will remember for a long time to come. I found myself standing, legs apart, my arms outstretched above me, cuffed to chains hanging from the...

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My Mistress

Last night my Mistress and I hit new heights (lows?) of debauchery.The evening started simply enough with dinner, after which my Mistress asked me to fetch my collar and leash. I was told to get naked, and she put the collar on me. It was a little tight: not uncomfortably so, but just enough that if she pulled on the leash, the collar choked me and made my head swim. My Mistress sat cross-legged on the couch. She forced me to my knees and had me worship her boots, kissing them from bottom...

4 years ago
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Dont trust an online Mistress

Sorry for the spelling but I'm just a dumb sissy blond bimbo!Don't trust an online Mistress!!As I write this my cock is in a pink chastity cage, but Miss says I'm not to call it a cock now. I have to call my cock, my sissy clitty. I used to have a big ish cock, when hard just over 6 inches long and real thick with a huge vain. Now my clitty is locked up, with the smallest pink chastity cage imported from China. Mistress D shows it to anyone who will look! When they laugh at me I have tried...

3 years ago
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Never Disrespect a Mistress

As I was driving my Mistress home, I knew I was in big trouble. When I have a couple of beers, it naturally removes the protective filters and I’ll let my guard down. The woman who waited on us was absolutely stunning, and I guess I was flirting with her a little bit which Mistress picked up on immediately. I am not allowed to make eye contact with other women let alone stare at a woman’s breast, but the waitress was wearing a provocative outfit which enhanced her shapely figure. When she...

4 years ago
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sub becomes His Mistress

The atmosphere was amazing. I had never seen so beautiful a Mistress with such submissive male slaves as we had tonight. The performance in the under-ground club was electric as the Mistress showed us how devoted her sluts were. I must admit that watching them was fascinating, almost like seeing a male image of myself as they craved the pain and humiliation she dished out. One soft stroke of her hand against their skin, one quiet word of praise. made it all worthwhile to them. But they took so...

3 years ago
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Chastitys Vacation with Mistress

Chastity's Vacation with Mistress"Are you dressed yet?" Mistress whined as I looked longer than she wantedto slip my skirt and tank top on. It really shouldn't have taken a long time,but I got distracted with the view. It was only the parking lot but so manycars and people we're roaming around in it. We we're staying in a casino resort;it was a beautiful place with murals everywhere. As soon as I got my skirton and heels we were out the door. Slightly embarrassed by my clothes becausethe tank...

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