The Last Submissive – Mistress Elisabeth Hunter (13)
Going Back To Work As A Normal Person Going back to work on Monday like a normal person (well, a worker bee/serf in Washington, D.C.) … Read more
Going Back To Work As A Normal Person Going back to work on Monday like a normal person (well, a worker bee/serf in Washington, D.C.) … Read more
The Dinner Party Sunday Evening The remainder of that first weekend is a bit of a blur, except for the dinner party Sunday evening, which … Read more
My Experience In The Dungeon We were in the dungeon. It was a large room and not really all that dark, more like a well-equipped … Read more
The Morning After.. I woke in a gilded cage (well, to be accurate, a brass cage, but polished to a luster, like muted gold) from … Read more
When she had finished, Mistress Hunter left me shackled underneath her throne and started the water of her bath. Before long, the bathroom filled with … Read more
Upstairs, Mistress Hunter’s home was not what I expected. The rooms were bright and airy, well-lit, the walls cream-colored, rooms sparsely decorated with modern furniture—these … Read more
I don’t know how long I waited for Mistress Hunter. Time grew distorted in the darkness. It might have been fifteen minutes, maybe longer. Long … Read more
Miss Lilly picked up the signed and witnessed document and put it on the cot. She returned and stood over me. “Lick my boots, slave,” … Read more
The next day at work, I, the submissive, could hardly concentrate. I do video digitizing for the National Archive, taking old 16mm and 35mm newsreel … Read more
The Reluctant Mistress and Her Unexpected Transition – Part 8 Mistress: As I may have mentioned in passing, the cab of Danny’s truck was filthy. … Read more