Passionate Letter to My Goddess, My Mistress, My Life – A True Slave Experience (4)
Good morning Goddess, I obeyed You and finally told my Girlfriend about our sessions and gave Her the letter You wrote to Her. She was
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Good morning Goddess, I obeyed You and finally told my Girlfriend about our sessions and gave Her the letter You wrote to Her. She was
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
Hi Goddess, 🙂 Here is my daily report for You as required. Today I got up after only a few hours sleep, as I was
Hello Goddess, This email is about some of my real life Mistress / slave experiences. When I first got out to Hollywood, I would visit
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,”
I always had a thing for strong women. Not just any woman, I loved Females who took advantage of being Female. Most of them just
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
The following Wednesday, I went outside the building with my cell phone and Mistress Hunter’s business card. I hadprobably examined it a thousand times since