We spent the rest of the morning redoing the questionnaire and when it was typed and printed out, we’d compressed seven pages of questions into a single page of open-ended questions that the subject would read over and respond to. It was up to the interviewer to record the answers and ask follow-up questions. Cassiopeia would collate the responses and reduce them down to something she could work with and incorporate them...

Bree broke off the kiss and assaulted the woman’s throat with an open mouth and lapping tongue. She made love to the pulse point below the jaw. She fucked the blonde’s ear with her hot, wet tongue. Bree cupped both her breasts. kneading them gently. The blonde arched her back and threw back her head baring her throat in a submission of sorts.   Bree managed to push her skirt almost to her waist and then cupped her sex thr...

I found him in his garden  Toiling, as was said he’d be.This master working, quiet;No sound except for me. “Master, please,” I bade himAs he knelt there looking wise.“Tell me the secret of Roses,  And how one can grow a prize” “Prize Roses are not grown,” He said,“They must be nurtured, clipped and trained. Many corrections must be made, To be pleased with what remains.” “You must grip it firm, but gentle And be careful o...

The rest of our evening was rather low key. Cameron grilled up the burgers, and I took care of a few things that needed to be done around the house, while checking on the tater tots every so often. Our dinner conversation was quiet. We only spoke on how his day had gone, because for the last two days we’d only really talked about me, and what I was soon to do. Work for him had been going well, busy, but nothing too crazy....

“Can’t you make it tighter?” asked Natsuko in a shy little voice, as I prepared her for the evening’s party. “Of course—is that what you’d like?” “Yes—yes, it is.” I undid most of the loops holding the two rows of metal hooks down her back, and laced the shiny black corset even more tightly round her waist. Her body quivered and shook as I pulled the strong black cords as hard as I could after each twist. Finally I tied t...

Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the curtains to more blazing sunshine and birds chirping merrily. I notice that it’s an hour later than yesterday, but the lie-in doesn’t seem to have made much difference. I’ve got a faintly fuzzy head after t...

Monday, 7.40pm I’m well into getting ready. I’ve just showered again, this time without company and without the audience. Even the two chairs the men were sitting on this morning weren’t there. I’m starting to wonder if it was all a dream. I’d ask my room-mate, but she’s just so damn unapproachable. She pretty much acts like I don’t exist. Fine, Petra, I’ll do the same to you then. She stalks out of the room in her towel....

Monday, 9am I wake with a ringing in my ears. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Where is it coming from? And where am I? The infuriating sound stops. I groan as my brain slowly reassembles reality, comes to terms with its unfamiliar surroundings. Clearly my fears that I would not sleep well were unfounded. I’ve never known such a comfortable bed. Such soft linen, especially after that bath, must have lulled me into slumber in fiv...

Sunday, 6pm No way am I going to sleep. The train is a slow, relaxed one and it’s almost deserted. There’s sun pouring in, making my knees pleasantly warm as it bakes the denim of my jeans. I should be getting drowsy by now, but I can’t keep my thoughts from racing ahead of me. Instead, I sit with my hands clasped together, hunched forward and probably frowning. I look at the soft black travel bag I’ve brought, which sits...

Wednesday, 10.10pm I’ve got shaky hands again. Clammy palms too. But this time it’s not rage. I’m quivering somewhere between nerves and anticipation. Part of me wants to run away and hide in a bathroom. That part of me is ashamed to be here, and it’s telling me it’s not too late. “It’s only a discussion, you silly girl!” Martin’s reading my mind again. “Pull yourself together now. Honestly, there isn’t a sign around your...

Friday, 11am My hands shake as I fumble at the keys on my phone. My angry fingers can’t seem to hit the right buttons. I curse the gibberish on the screen and slam the fucking thing back into my handbag. It’s only an enraged nothing tweet to nobody in particular. I should have gotten further away. Now I’m falling apart on their doorstep. Through the screaming pack of thoughts racing laps around my head, a voice is yelling...

I continued to kneel, eyes downcast, his cock and balls filling my entire field of view. I noticed he had become harder, from the friction of his cock over my face no doubt, but even more, I was certain, from the pleasure of literally rubbing my face in my submission. My suffering, whether it be enduring the physical punishment he had recently dealt out, or as now, having my very manhood mocked and challenged, was an unal...

"I'm so excited for you arrival, baby girl. It has felt like forever, but finally I'll get my beautiful whore."  My eyes read over the email. It was the dozenth time I had. Impatiently, I sat on the plane looking at my laptop screen. Focusing on anything else, had been basically impossible. It had been a long wait to be here. Finally I was getting what I so badly desired. Over the past year, he'd taught me a lot. A lot ab...