“Do you trust me?” she asked, and I’d answered without thinking, my words followed with a soft kiss, my body tingling all over as she pulled me closer, her tongue slipping easily between my lips. “Of course I do. Why would you even ask?” I answered breathlessly, feeling the welcome warmth of desire kissing the insides of my thighs. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. “You make m...

It had been two weeks since I’d seen Mrs. Vandermeer. Two excruciatingly long weeks during which I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, let alone do something about the terrible hunger she’d set loose within me. It wasn’t too bad during the day. After all, I kept busy with my normal day to day routine; going to school, hanging out with my friends, doing homework and chores, and spending time with my family. Not that I did...

Mrs. Vandermeer had returned. She stood there in the doorway, a fist resting upon her cocked hip, a leather satchel occupying her other hand. My mouth felt dry as I hung there, suspended by my wrists with only my toes to keep my full weight from my arms and shoulders, a desire so intense that I thought I’d cream myself right then and there. She’d shed her jacket and trousers, as well as her blouse since she’d abandoned me...

A day went by, then two. Two became three, which in turn became four, then five. Days filled with longing while my nights were filled with dreams, dreams from which I’d wake up to find my pussy drenched and my nipples as hard as rocks. I’d lay there, face buried in my pillow, hands clenching the edges, desperate to finish the job that my dreams had started as I replayed the memory of me, laying naked on the floor, Mrs. Va...

I lay there for what seemed an eternity, tied face down to the dining room table, told to make an impossible choice while Mrs. Vandermeer was ‘taking care of business’. It was cruel beyond imagining. Choose, she’d said, the feel of her tongue against my dripping wet cunt still making me shake with uncontrollable lust. Choose. I stared at the tightly braided leather quirt, and beyond that, the rubber cock in its harness. I...

I woke up with only one thought in my mind. I’d broken a rule, a big one, twice. I was a very bad girl and, if she found out, she’d punish me. I was the only one who knew… I turned myself in before I’d even eaten breakfast. She trusted me so I came clean. I’d come twice, even though the second time was while I was sleeping. Still, she needed to know. Her reply was immediate. Thank you for being honest with me, Miss Spence...

Miss Spencer. I require your presence on Saturday at 2 pm on the 8th floor of the University Library in the Chemistry section. You are to take a seat at one of the study tables and keep yourself occupied playing with your delightful cunt. Dress appropriately to please. Under no circumstance are you to acknowledge my presence. That was how my week began; a typically terse email from my Mistress that revealed none of her in...

I’d been on pins and needles all day, anticipating the moment when Abby would allow me to have an orgasm at her whim. She’d promised, and I was fairly certain that, as long as I didn’t mess anything up too badly, she’d keep her promise. I was so focused on that potential moment that my mom actually asked if everything was alright with me. I think that my reaction, blushing and mumbling nonsensically, gave her the impressi...

Sometimes we do things in the heat of the moment that we regret for the rest of our lives. Recently I’d let myself be filmed, naked and masturbating, admitting on camera that I was Abby’s slutty little plaything. Funny thing is, even now, six days later, I had no regrets. If anything, I was rather proud of myself. It had taken a lot of courage to do what I’d done. I felt like I’d somehow taken a step into adulthood. Seven...

Miraculously, I didn’t let my doubts and fears over my cravings consume me. I simply surrendered to them and to her. For once, I accepted that I was wired differently than the people I surrounded myself with every day. If my friends, my family, my peers even suspected, they would be shocked and outraged, or so I imagined. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that Mrs. Vandermeer understood. Not only did she unders...

I woke up several times during the night, though not for long. Once to find my Mistress slipping back into the bed with me. I assumed she’d gotten up to go pee or maybe get a drink of water. I remember smiling sleepily and maybe mumbling something out loud, but that’s about it. The next time I’d felt something soft brushing my lips and awoke to a soft kiss. Hers and the, somewhat surprisingly, Mr. Vandermeer’s. “Hi?” I wh...