She stood in front of her sub, her hands on her hips. Wearing her black leather pants, a crisp white shirt, 4” heels, and holding a 5’ cane, tapping it against her leg. Bobbi knew of no other way than to break her spirit. Amanda looked straight into her Mistress's eyes, not realising where her head should be, she found it hard to understand her role. The cane tapped her leg, and she glared at her Mistress. “Why are you do...

I walked into the Mars Bar just after midnight. It was a Friday night. It had been a hard week on the road, dealing with traffic that wasn't getting any lighter despite what the statistics told me. The place was crowded, as you'd expect the only lesbian bar to be in a small city like Adelaide, in South Australia. Dressed as I was, there was no mistaking me for some bi-chic out to sneak a kiss from a woman, just to tell he...