After I shower and dress my head and heart are pounding with feelings of lust, shame and compliance. You show me to the door and remind me that I begged for this and now I should be careful what I wished for and I will be painfully aware of who is in control and how pathetically inadequate I am. I got in my car and drove off to work. I got the usual traffic on my way. I hate traffic and I’m sure everyone would say they hate it too—who doesn’t? Once I got to work, I found out that a new person was coming to assist me and my coworkers with a current project we were working on. I gathered with everyone to greet her. Her name was Elizabeth. She came to work here with us temporarily. They said she’d be here for a week or two. I shook her hand, gave her a friendly smile, and said, You tell me to crawl behind you to the couch where I sit at your feet and you ruffle my hair telling me what a good bitch boy I have been. You say,’ tell me how much you love this bitch.’ I say,’ I love this a lot Mistress’. I thought in my head ‘Damn it! She’s right!’ I got up to take a shower. Before I entered our master bathroom, I turned to her and said,

You ask me what a reasonable number would be, I say, ‘ten, Mistress’ and you reply, ‘twenty it is then.’ I count out each carefully aimed hit of the crop and you deliver them without saying a word. When you finish you look very pleased with yourself and tell me to thank you or you will start again. You instruct me to enter, kneel and offer my gift. I comply and say,’ this is for you,’ without hesitation you slap me across the face and say, ‘you will call me Mistress and you will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?’ I hesitate and you slap me again and say,’ is that clear? ‘ They're mine, put them on and watch. I don’t want to hear from you. I only want to hear your husband,” the voice commands from the bed. His wife listens to the instructions she has been given. Oh, okay, sorry, I misunderstood. I don’t mind meeting to talk about this while getting some coffee.” They make it to their front door, almost falling through it as they touch each other. One by one, their clothes are discarded as they walk up the stairs, careful not to fall yet determined to be semi-naked by the time they reach the top. They stop just outside the bedroom.The blonde eventually pulls off her and falls onto the husband lying next to them, clearly exhausted from all her orgasms. The wife lies there going over what happened. She’s not ready to move and draw attention to herself. Thankfully, though, the husband is ready for the blonde to leave. After I shower and dry off I go the bed and their is a note telling me to put on a pair panties, I am deeply embarrassed my heart in pounding in my chest as I put your soiled panties on, I am feeling deep shame and compliant acceptance at the same time. You enter and say,’ you look ridiculous, I love it ! However, there is something missing.’

I can’t remember where i read this, don’t know title or author, but it is a great read. The title might be something like A MIDNIGHT STROLL PAST A CEMETERY or some such. A pleasure that soon explodes for them both - first, the blonde’s orgasm, and she falls forward onto the wife’s body. Then the husband, holding the blonde onto him by gripping her hips, shoots his cum inside her. May didn’t usually stay over. But she was a very loyal housekeeper. So when I’d told her I had some babysitting chores she agreed to do work babysitting of her own and keep an eye on you for the night. The women her husband normally takes in this way have never been like this, demanding and a little mean to her. He hasn’t said anything, but she’s sure that’s because he is only thinking about the blonde's next orgasm. She questions whether the blonde’s attitude toward her is what is turning her husband on even more than normal. He did love that his wife was submissive; maybe this was the next step.When you finish you look at me and say,’ nothing like a nice shower to make you feel better. Now clean yourself off and your next task is on the bed. You wander off to enjoy more wine and chocolate. I walked behind them and got into the elevator. You know that there is always an awkward silence in the elevators. No matter where in the world you live, it will always be like this. This was no exception. I had entered last and, therefore,

My dear look around you. The world has gone crazy almost overnight. Nobody is thinking about where you are right now.” I understand and agree to abide by the standards and laws of my local community, state and/or country. I understand sexually-explicit material depicting bondage, s&m and other fetish activities is allowed by the laws governing my local community, state and/or country. You tell me I will clean your shoes and they better be perfect but first you need your uniform. With that you produce a short frilly apron and tie it round my waist. You laugh as you say,’ you make a good bitch maid. You look ridiculous.’

Cuckold / Cuckquean

You were already awake when I came into the room. Sat up in bed. Looking a little tired. Almost get lagged. When I thank you you tell me I need to cool off and should go sit in the shower. The tiles are cool on my bum and it feels good. You come and tell me it is my time for a shower then you hitch up your skirt and start to pee on me, your bladder must have been full as the golden stream cascades over me, wetting my hair, filling my mouth and running down my chest. I agree that photography and video depicting persons being penetrated by objects such as vibrators or dildos is not obscene or offensive in any way. In addition, I do not believe that such material could be considered obscene or offensive. I swallowed hard and bit my lips. I sat on his legs and he put his hands on my hips, grabbed me with a little force and pulled me closer. At that moment I could feel, with my butt, a lump between his legs. My heart began to beat strongly and my breathing accelerated, what does the Lord want to do to me? Why is the Lady taking so long? And why, if I am scared, I’m so wet? At that moment I see that the Lady is going to another room, while he remains sitting on the sofa, looking me up and down. He seemed to be analyzing me, like when a predator inspects his prey.

I am an adult, at least 18 years of age, and I have the legal right to possess adult material in my local community, state and/or country.I was curious to see you. I made some coffee and some toast. I pulled the tray from the cabinet and walked through a little breakfast for you. The plot, a guy can’t sleep and goes out for a midnight stroll past a graveyard. The moon goes full and at some witching hour, all the corpses come out of their graves. The tombstones all have laudatory little scripts. Here lies Mabel Jones, beloved wife and mother. Here lies Cedric Goodfellow, the children wept at his passing, yadda yadda yadda. I began to remember all the conversations I had had with them before this meeting. It had been two weeks since they let me masturbate. I remembered the photos they had me take a few days ago, in very… revealing poses. I can’t help but bite my lip as I think about this, for some strange reason whenever I like something, I bite my lip and I can’t help it.