Female worship Stories

Rand tried to sneak into the office appearing as calm and composed as ever, but unfortunately for him, Amanda seemed to be acutely aware of his fumbling entrance. "Rand?" "Yes, Mistress Amanda?" "You're out of breath? Why is that?" "Sorry, Mistress Amanda." "I heard you running in here. I already told you about your lateness; you needn't have run. You are getting a spanking from me no matter what so get on your knees and...

Her voice was already in your head before she even uttered a word, curling around your spine like a command you couldn’t ignore—sharp, unyielding, and utterly intoxicating. "Kneel." The word echoed in your mind, and you obeyed instantly, your knees hitting the floor with a quiet thud. The hardwood was cold against your skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the molten heat pooling low in your stomach, a visceral remi...

The storm had passed, but the heat hadn’t. That sticky, Southern kind that seeped into the bones, that made every breath feel thick and every touch feel electric. Lily lay awake in her narrow bed that night, sweat dampening her sheets, thighs clenched tight. She could still feel him—Pastor Elijah—between her legs, his tongue coaxing her first climax like it was communion. Her breath hitched just remembering the growl of h...

As a quick recap, Rand is the manager of a small office. He is a tolerant and sometimes firm boss. He is well-liked but he is definitely the person everyone listens to at work. However, at home, it is quite a different story. He is an obedient slave to the whims of his mistress wife, Sharie. She is in charge and calls all the shots. Sharie expands Rand's total submission when she decides that Rand would be better off at w...

This is my fourth submitted story about Rand and Sharie. As a quick recap, Rand is the manager of a small office. He is a tolerant and sometimes firm boss. He is well-liked at work but he is definitely the person everyone, including his assistant Amanda, listens to. However, at home, it is quite a different story. He is an obedient slave to the whims of his Mistress wife, Sharie. She is in charge and calls all the shots....

There I sat on one end of my bed whilst my childhood friend Katie lay across it. The back of her foot was held up to my face, big toe placed against my lips. She wanted me to kiss it; she wanted me to prove I was willing to be her servant. For as long as I had known her, Katie had always been more used to getting her way. We were both outgoing and reasonably confident, but she was a pretty girl which meant guys often bent...