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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.)
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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
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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
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My Humiliating Cleansing The fluid from the enema that was inserted inside of me gushed. Indeed, it was a humiliating cleansing. It went down my
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,”
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Friday after work, I went for a run, showered, dressed, packed an overnight bag and then went into the kitchen and made myself a turkey
