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.)
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.)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,”
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
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.