Archives for the month of: November, 2013

Submissive Leigh is warmed by the Thanksgiving holiday and decides to write her Master an affectionate note to celebrate the 28th day of November.

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Dear Master,

First, I wanted to wish you an absolute terrific holiday. Secondly, I have detailed out 28 reasons why I am thankful that you are my Master.

1. Waking up in an aroused stupor while anticipated the flavor of your cum.  Knowing that every time my mouth were full, you would surely say, “swallow.” 

2. You think I’m pretty even when I am not at my best.

3. The thought of pleasuring your balls and ass to your satisfaction.

4. My rock hard nipples upon hearing your voice.

5. Knowing that if you wanted to fuck my ass Master…that I would not have a choice in the matter.

6. The way you affectionately call me “kitten.”bad cock whore

7. The suspense of having my ass smacked by your strong hand.

8. The unpredictable nature of your orders.

9. For pushing me past my limits and safely returning me….

…to be continued

Will Master appreciate Leigh’s letter of thanks and treat her to multiple orgasms or will her efforts go left without notice.

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Master pushes Leigh to understand all that her body is capable of with squirting.


“Write ‘Master’s Fuck Slut‘ on your tits” he ordered.  Something about his request made my lips curl into a smile.

Like a good devoted slave, I used a black broad tip sharpie to print out the letters largely across the tops of my oversized melons. With surprise, my pussy was drenched in excitement.

…don’t you dare fucking stop

Affectionately he responded, “Perfect” once I finished. I detected passion in his voice, “you make Master very happy.”

“Thank you Master.” I wanted to devour his sexuality and ride out the intense cosmic energy building between us.  I craved him in a deep animalistic way.  Strangely, I was discovering there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to please him….

to be continued


Can Leigh remain obedient to her determined Master?  Can she taste her own fruits of excitement splattered on her sheets as Master desires?


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Submissive Leigh shares the growing concern regarding a potential discipline from her Master for her decisions.


I could detect the discipline he was about to administer right here at my work. His phone call instantly popped my zen bubble leaving my mood soured.  I thought I had excused myself of our training with my busy schedule.

I felt it (the dildo) being propelled out of my hole by its virgin tightness.

“Do tell me, where are my pictures kitten?”  A part of my training was to provide pictures to Master throughout the day to show him I was doing the training that he instructed me to do.

“I sent you an email explaining that I was too busy to train Master.”

“Nonsense, where is your anal plug?”

“It’s in my purse.” Is he serious?

“Go to the restroom and drive it into your tight asshole. Now!” he ordered.

I promptly walked to the restroom and once inside, I pulled down my cum stained pants.  I slowly wedged the plug into my tight hole.

“Nice and deep.”

I felt it being propelled out of my hole by the virgin tightness…

…to be continued


Whatever will Master do to Leigh when he administers the remainder of her punishment?  Can Leigh handle working with a spicy hot unhappy Master?

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Leigh is ordered to masturbate at work by her controlling dominant Master.

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It was late at night and I ended up staying at the office to meet an urgent deadline, forgetting about my dominant Master’s needs. There were several other staffers finishing up their projects as they walked about the office to the coffee machine. I was interrupted by Master’s phone call.  He inquired about me taking a break from my project to serve him.  

…tell Master who the cum slut whore is?

I resisted politely and eventually not long after that, I was opening the heavy door to the dark conference room just down the hallway from my desk.  The large window at the far end of the room faced the dimly lit parking lot.  I kept the lights turned off to ensure that no one would notice me using the room.

“Pull down your pants” said Master as the clunky door closed itself behind me.  I gasped in pure shock over his request.  I wanted to question his judgement, but instead I obeyed as I pressed my back against the door.  With pants dropped around my ankles, I slid down the surface area of the door and sat down with my legs spread apart.  The cool air amplified the growing wetness between my legs.

“Play with your nipple” he instructed.  My fingers searched and immediately found my erect nipple.  There seemed to be a strong love affair going on between Master’s voice and my throbbing nipples.  The sensation of my touch ignited my desire to experience more pleasure and frolic.

“Now, slowly rub your clit…real light” said Master’s gruff voice…

…to be continued

Can Leigh contain herself enough to not alert other staff members of her about to be exploding orgasm?  

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Leigh learns an important lesson about her pussy from her dominant Master’s perceptive ways.

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‘Master will never know if I skip a day here or there without shaving my pussy’ I thought to myself as I hurried along in the shower this week.  Especially, since Master was not keeping track of this aspect of my appearance this week.

It wasn’t a ploy to deceive a dominant such as him, but, a few hairs could wait was my thought.  I’ll admit, being fully shaven was one of our “rules” to assure that nothing was hidden from Master’s view.

On Friday evening,  I parked myself in front of the laptop and decided to surf youtube.

 The warm water and sharp razor strangely aroused me in anticipation of what was to come.

Almost instantly Master the barrister appeared, “Where have you been?” he asked.

“It’s been real busy and I was half expecting to hear from you Master” I waited in anticipation of his words to decipher his mood.

He dismissed my remark and responded with, “How is your nipple training going?  I want your nipples lactating.  Do you understand?”

“Ummm…sort of…” I replied.

“Sort of?” he replied sounding annoyed.

“There were a few days that I did not train my nipples Master.” His cold silence was of concern.

Finally, he spoke, “What about your pussy? Is it clean shaven for me?”

“I was planning on doing it later today,” I said attempting to disguise the fear in my voice.

“Now!” said Master, indicating that he wanted my pussy bare immediately.

“Right now? At this exact moment?” I inquired surprised.

“Yes, you will take a picture before you shave and send that to me now. I will be right here waiting.  Next, gather your supplies and shave your pussy smooth.”

I  hustled to gather items needed to shave. With my phone tucked between my ear and shoulder, I provided a narrative to Master as I went about completing the training….

to be continued


Can Leigh stay off of Master’s radar for her missing assignments or will he intuitively know when she has not done what she was supposed to do?  


Submissive Leigh finds herself lost in pleasure at the skillful mercy of Master.


It wasn’t long after my alarm clock sounded, that a submissive such as myself was thrust out of bed and instructed to sit on top of a dildo.

I fucked it like a wild animal in heat. All of this was quite unexpected as I had just been lying in my warm bed slowly waking and going through the days events in my mind.

Swiftly, in whooshed Master’s message and inquisition, “what are you wearing?” he asked.

“The feel of my soft fingertips pressing on my growing clit aroused and fed my inner slut.

Shortly after his question, I was feeling the cool air upon my undressed skin. Cold enough to alert my rosy nipples and to bring about bumps to my flesh. I promptly assumed my role of Master’s cum whore slave, complete with a pink leather collar. 

“Touch your clit with your fingertips” his gruff testosterone voice directed, ” tell me if you are wet.”

I reached down to discover that I am drenched in warm slick wet pussy juice…

…to be continued

Can Leigh find the courage to tell her Master that she daydreams of what he would be like in person?   Is she turning a corner and craving her skillful Master’s ways?