I led Jaime from the garage to my master bedroom in the back of the house and told him to get in the Waiting Position as he had done before and to remain silent until he was told he could talk.  I smiled when he nodded his head up and down for yes since he had just been denied the right of speech.  Perhaps he may just become as valuable as he appears on first glance, but that was rarely the case and each sissy was a refle...

I simply loved teaching the introductory Sissy Slave Classes at the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, and since the class is limited in size it is almost always fully enrolled and most people who take the course end up registering months early to make sure they will have a place secured for the upcoming class. The Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, was a private society of like-minded, dominant women who believe and live o...

Our sex life has been a bit slow lately, given the stress of current events, but my sex drive and fantasies seem to be thriving, maybe even stronger than usual. Recently, while looking for some “misplaced” toys we hadn’t seen in a while, I came across our stash and rediscovered the face dildo and blindfold. I had completely forgotten about those gems. The sight of them alone was enough to bring me to full erection and set...

“You got to help me out here!” Alexander pleaded. “Helping you out is the last thing I have to do. Consider yourself lucky that I even took this call. Should have blocked you a long time ago!” There was no chance, Lillian thought. “Come on! Don’t be like that! I'm really desperate. My landlord threw me out. Suddenly, she’s afraid of Europeans. I might carry the virus, she says.” “You’re saying she found out that there is...

Waves crash on the beach shore. The sun is setting, and an array of colors shoot across the sky. Sand covers the bottoms of our feet as we side side-by-side on a striped towel, watching the vast ocean in front of us. I put my hand over yours and give you a smile, which you return. I look around the beach—aside from us, there’s nobody. Even the trees that line the dune behind us seem to be looking away. I swirl my wine and...

I hasten to clean up my room and neaten up my bed. I look at myself in the mirror, trying not to think too hard about what’s to come. I head back to my room and sit on the edge of my bed, my hands held in my lap. My whole body is shaking, but I’m so excited. The doorbell rings, and I practically jump out of my skin. I run downstairs and open the door. You’re on my doorstep, smiling at me. You’re wearing a grey skirt and a...

Now, after the beating, my skin is in flames and my mind is in turmoil. I am ashamed I allowed it and proud that I did. I am humiliated and yet I am honoured. I am afraid and yet I am eager. I have crossed my boundary, and she has crossed hers. She does not leave me long to untangle my thoughts. With her hands on my shoulders, she turns me to face the mirror, standing close behind, her firm breast pressed against me throu...

M's is a pretty, detached house, tucked away behind a high hedge in a tree-lined street.I ring the bell precisely at the agreed time. I've timed the walk well from the side street where I parked and waited, watching the hand creep round on my watch, determined not to arrive early as I was determined not to be late. As I check my watch, I'm pleased with myself, despite the anxiety that clamours within me.She greets me at t...

To say it was warm would be an understatement. It was June fifth and the first of many nights that would inevitably be spent in a constant layer of sweat. The windows were open, letting the droning of cicadas filter in, their sounds blending with that of the fans strategically positioned around the room to create a steady summer song. It was probably eleven or twelve at night. The sun had disappeared hours ago, yet every...

As I get older I tend to reflect on my past. How I got to where I am and those people who contributed along the way. One of the things that I tend to dwell on is my sexual journey through life. There was this girl in my neighborhood. She lived with her widowed mother on the next street over, our back yards butting up against each other. Her name was Barbara Poole, or Barb. Definitely not Barbie, she bristled at that. She...

I can’t even remember how long I’ve been sitting on the edge of her bed - funny how time slips by when your fingers are laced with those of a beautiful girl. Her beauty is so intense that my eyes are repeatedly drawn away from the view of a sparkling city under the night sky. It was, admittedly, a bit awkward at first to be sitting with her on her bed, but awkward silence quickly turned into lustful energy at the sound of...

So you think you're not good enough for me? You think I deserve better? Fuck that. Hands against the wall and spread your legs, I'm gonna rim you and suck you and make you fuck me....*this is my version of femdom - encouraging, not humiliating, loving not hostile