When we got to the lounge, Master was holding a drink and pacing around something that looked like it was used to inflict pain. "Hello my 2 lovely whores, oh, my mistake, my slave and new whore! Whore..."...

In the summer of 1648 Isabelle was a bright eyed, mischievous maiden of 15 years, living in a small town in the provinces of southern France with her mother, her father having died honourably in one of...

I am my Masters slave and submissive, he uses and abuses me in any way He wants, so lets make it clear that anything I write He has total right to do! I am a waitress from 10am til 5pm every weekday. Outside...