HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Tales of two owned women

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  • Butt Plug from Hell

    Naked. Except for black stilettos. Black leather cuffs. And a black leather dog collar. On my hands and knees … I wait. Finally, I hear her coming. She sits on the edge of the bed. Runs a hand up the inner side of my right leg. Then between my legs. “You’re lucky I don’t enforce…

  • A Girl Comes Over

    Master doesn’t fuck Gretchen and I for his own pleasure. Our pussies are too old, loose and dry for that. When he does fuck us, it’s to give us edges that are thrilling — but incredibly frustrating. A elegant form of punishment, you must admit.But also, as the occasional reward, he’ll gift us with an…

  • Two at a Time

    “Hmmm …” That was Gretchen. “Ahhh …” That was me. “Goddamn.” Gretchen. “Ee ee ee.” Me. “You’re fucking me, Annika. Fucking me so good.” “Oh God, Gretchen. Oh God, oh God oh God.” “MY FUCKING ASSHOLE IS GETTING MOTHERFUCKING FUCKED!!!” That was Gretchen. Of us two, she has the dirtiest mouth. “OH FUCK! GODDAMN OH…

  • A Reluctant Helping Hand

    “Gag her.“ “Yes, Master. Ball or panties?“ “If I cared, I would have commanded. You decide. You have my permission to fetch.” “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.“ I headed to the discipline room. I had seen Gretchen’s black lace, crotchless panties laying beside her as she knelt on the living room floor, so I picked…

  • Taking Stock

    I look at the full-length mirror and I’ve got to say, I look hot. Especially for a 55-year-old woman. My hair is still mostly blonde. My breasts don’t sag all that much. And I weigh about what I did 40 years ago. Well, 30 years ago at least. I guess I owe that part to…

  • Rocky Start

    I was looking in the closet for the dress I would wear when he came in. “Good morning, Master,“ I said. “Good morning, Annika,“ he said. He silently looked me over head to toe. He said … “Switch.“ Uh oh. “Yes, Master,“ I said, bowing my head. I left the bedroom and went to the…

  • Visions of Akira

    With apologies to Bob Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks When you’re trying to be so quiet? We sit here stranded though we’re all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The…

  • Sob Story

    My wife is crying. I like that. She’s not really hurt. Oh, there’s some minor physical and emotional pain. But, hey, when you’re a sexual submissive married to a dominant wife, what do you expect? Besides, Akira is mainly crying because she likes to cry. That, my friends and co-conspirators, is why she’s a sexual…