Ember stood in the center of the dark room wearing a matching black lacy bra and panty set. Her clothes were in a neat pile on a small table in the corner of them room, exactly as instructed. Her breaths were coming in short, fast, nervous whispers and she dared not make a sound other than that. The faint sound of a door opening and closing reached her ears and Ember fought the urge to turn around or cover herself. She re...

From my seat in the corner of the lounge and looking around I can see her behind the bar pulling a pint. She doesn’t look very confident and it’s easy to tell that she's still nervous about working there. I have watched her for two weeks now and from the first moment I laid eyes upon her, I knew she was submissive. It’s the way she says “Yes, sir” and it’s the way she lets the men talk first and order her around. I want t...

I'm kneeling by the door and it is five minutes before my Master is due home. I run my hands over my short skirt making sure it's hanging down smartly. My stockings are black to match my skirt and my pink heels combine with them perfectly. My heels match the pale pink; almost see through, strappy vest top. I am not wearing a bra as Master loves my breasts so they must be easy for him to get to, and my nipples are just vis...

“Strip,” I say to you as we stand in my basement, converted to a space dedicated for sexual play. You do not reply, but simply obey as you begin removing your clothes. You fold and set your top and bottoms on the area I have designated for your clothing. You return to your place, naked from head to toe. I take a moment to look your body over. I circle you, taking you in from every angle. I notice your breasts, large and c...

I have always owned my delicious slut. She didn’t know she was mine many years ago before we had met, but even then, she was owned – my property; my bitch. It started with her throwing herself at my feet one evening on Lush. The first thirty seconds was all it took. In those simple moments of introduction, we fit – like pieces of something fine and ancient and broken – suddenly assembled, after millennia. Life is like tha...

Master, you had me on my tiptoes, So close to heaven, that I could reach out and touch it.  Then you took it.  Snatched it from me.  Showed me how horrible you can be.  You understood me, said you loved me.  You were just playing a game with me.  I am just your puppet.  Building me up to knock me down. Again.  There is no love for me in you, master.  I wish I hated you.  I wish I could leave you.  You know I'll always fol...

She pushed her cart into another room that she needed to clean during her afternoon shift. Her work as a chambermaid at one of Vegas' busiest hotels exhausted her. The work was heavy, tedious and she often dealt with outrageous customers. She somehow tolerated the party messes they left after they checked out. She cleaned more bath tubs filled with used condoms, broken champagne flutes, cigarette butts and syringes than s...

The next day when Olivia comes into the office, she finds Mr. Wellington already there and on the telephone. She smiles and mouths a silent "Good Morning" to him and quietly slips over to her desk putting her things down. She sits there quietly as she listens to the phone call in case she is needed. Mr. Wellington is talking to a client and she learns that he will be coming to the office that afternoon. She makes a note o...

It's raining cats and dogs outside and Mr. Jack Wellington is hailing a cab when he bumps into Olivia Stetson, both on their way to work. "Excuse me, Miss, would like to share this cab with me?" he asks. "Sure, I would like that very much, Sir," she says. As the cab pulls to the curb, Mr. Wellington opens the door to allow her to get in first, holding his umbrella over her so she doesn't get too wet. As they ride to the a...

This is the true and factual account of my first long slow-time with my Master. This really happened, and I am happy and proud to share this encounter with others. ******************** I had waited a long time for this. Not just to be with my Master, but for the erotic of the D/s encounter. Discovering I was a submissive, and always had been, was something I learned a little while after I joined Lush. I never knew that th...

She walked up to him, grinning as she approached. When she was standing in front of him, she kissed him deeply, running a hand slowly down her chest until she reached his crotch. He looked at her expectantly as she got on her knees, kissing the pants and pulling the zip down with her teeth. She pulled out his semi-hard cock and kissed the tip, looking up. He smiled as she took his entire length in her mouth, sucking him h...