Master’s heart is pure gold. I believe this even as my shaking hands hold apart my shaking knees so Master can use his riding crop to teach me and my stupid pussy a lesson. Look at what he recently did for Gretchen. Gretchen has a weakness. Tall redheads. Especially ones with a bit of a…

All most all our punishments are directly related to our failures as sex slaves. Poor service. Improper attire. Willfulness. Tardiness. Verbal miscues. Direct disobedience. Indirect disobedience. Lack of moisture control. Mistimed eyeballing. And many others. Including the big one … Unauthorized cums. Master properly corrects Gretchen and I when we make these errors or others.…

This is how we start most days. Gretchen will perform oral worship on Master’s cock. And as soon as I get these panties off, I’m going to crawl over there and worship his asshole with my tongue. Tomorrow, Gretchen and I will change places. I’ll suck Master’s cock while she eats out his asshole. What…

I thought Master could ever really do anything that would shock me at this point. He did. Last night when he brought a girl home to fuck, which he does often. This girl was unusual for him. Very plain looking and overweight. She seemed dazzled by his attention and by his very beautiful, expensive condo.…

“I’m close. Too close.” “Good.” “No. Pull me back.” “Hmmm.” “Don’t fuck around, Gretchen. I’m too close.” “Your pussy is delicious.” “Please, Gretchen.” “I just love wrapping my tongue around your clit.” “Pull me back, Gretchen! Pull me back!” “I’ll gently spank it. That always drives you crazy.” “Dear God!” “I’m sorry, Annika. But I…

Game time again! Finally. Gretchen and I both love the beauty and brutality of NFL games, and Master was sweet enough to get us season tickets last year. We enjoyed the experience so much, he did it again this year. Of course, we can’t watch the games with him. His family has a luxury box…

Gretchen is in trouble. Serious trouble. “Master, I am sorry. I am so sorry, Master.” “Take those tits out of the cups.” “Yes, Master.” “Those tits belong to me.” “Yes, Master. They’re your property, Master.” “You want to explain why you did it?” “Master, there is no excuse, Master.” Smart move by Gretchen. Excuses only…

Walking down the hallway to the bedroom. Gretchen is a dozen or so feet ahead of me. And like me, she is wearing nothing but black stilettos. My God, what a view! What a deliciously fuckable woman she is. And how fortunate I am to have fucked her. Many times. She is property of Master,…