Life as a BDSM Slave: Serving My Dominant Mistress (2)
Finally, the friend of my Dominant Mistress entered the bathroom. I saw her remove her shoes, then her clothes fell one by one to
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Finally, the friend of my Dominant Mistress entered the bathroom. I saw her remove her shoes, then her clothes fell one by one to
, The small tattoo shop was strangely called “The Gray Circle.” A very Dark Punk young woman greeted my Mistress with a big
The apartment was true to the description and would perfectly suit the planned stay. It consisted of a small entrance that opened into a spacious
I want to clarify that the story I’m about to tell you is, alas, only a product of my imagination. The object of my Foot
Today, Monday, 8:00 AM, as agreed the day before, our dominatrix/submissive contract takes effect. Indeed, for some time now, our relationship has been in jeopardy.
I am a submissive who enjoys evenings where women dominate men. My most recent night out was a success because I met a stunning Dominatrix
As a young submissive, I’ve felt drawn to the world of Femdom. However, I never had the chance to fully dive in. I’ve gazed longingly
I slowly came to my senses in the car that was bringing me back to my Dominatrix Mistress. I arrived at my Mistress’s place at
This text is the second part of “Face Sitting” I’m going to tell you how this magnificent young dominatrix took my anal virginity. Obligation of
This text is a testimony of my experience at the Gynarchic Academy. It is also a tribute to the director of this Academy, the Divine