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Leigh describes how Master pushes her to see things his way with regards to nipple piercing.

One of Master’s ways to mold me into his toy was to start a discussion about piercing my gigantic nipples. He expressed his desire to watch nipple ringsmy painted fingernails play with the silver rings attached to my teats.

He thought it would be “hot” to see me do so.

I fought him on this matter without much avail. He broke me down with several punishments and some extensive training on what it means to fully serve a Master. When I finally surrendered and agreed to see stuff his way, he surprisingly agreed to meet me in the middle.

A set of silver manual nipple rings was purchased. The round half inch circle had a narrow opening with two miniature balls on each side of the tips of the ring. These devilish contraptions held my nipple in an erect manner while applying enough pressure to make my pussy dripping wet and to feel the obedience to the liking of Master.

Often I was instructed to wear them under my work shirt and feel the stimulation and special torture they provided.  Unknown to me, they increased the feeling of being “owned”.  In fact, the second they were removed, the feelings of being connected to him slowly faded.

I was given the task of photographing them on myself and …

…to be continued

Can Leigh continue to keep Master satisfied with her faux nipple rings or will he encourage her to take the next step towards the real thing?


Read about Leigh’s first time Master by Sydney R. Saige.


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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Leigh describes the outcome of her harsh punishment from Master’s pent up frustration with her behavior.

chin under hand ‘Please don’t tear me to shreds Master‘ I said to myself, in anticipation of my fate for Master’s punishment.  Tonight, he was only instant messaging me and was denying me of hearing his voice.   Master had us continue to use the chat feature instead of the phone for quite some time.

Things started with him requesting pictures or video clips of me in a variety of phases of the punishment. The first clip was of me asking Master to please go easy on me and to not “tear me to shreds.” I felt like I was being circled by a vicious shark.  Not knowing what to expect and yet understanding the seriousness of the matter at hand.

My first video clip strangely revealed to me that it looked like I wanted to cry and I had not realized this about myself. I knew I was sad that it had come to this sort of night, but did not know that my face would tell the story. I sent the clip embarrassed by it, and then thought that maybe he would find some compassion in my words and visual.

What followed was bound breasts, enlarged labia lips, expanded clit, protruding nipples also induced with suction and then the wrath of his next request: To attach clothespins to my already tired nipples….

…to be continued


Can Leigh walk a straight and narrow path to keep her Master satisfied?




Leigh shares the growing concern regarding an anal plug punishment.

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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 being propelled out of my hole by the virgin tightness.

“Do tell me, where are my pictures kitten?”

“I sent you an email telling you this week 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.”…

…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 shares about her clothespin punishment for when she does not follow the established rules.


I was lying in bed with four clothes pins attached to my labia breathing through the sharp sensations of my discipline.  My breathing was shallow. The clothes pins bit into my flesh and I absolutely hated when Master restrained me in this way.  I also sensed that he disliked administering my punishments, but he did so any how.  I begged him to please be done with this horrible ordeal without any luck.

“The squeeze of the clothespins on my labia still stinging in rhythm with my nipples, tore me down to a place of submission.

I was in pain.  Not the kind of torment where I need a band-aid and some time to let things heal, but rather, the kind of discomfort that put my body on high alert for incoming  arousal.

I knew I had done wrong by not returning phone calls to Master, but I also felt angry with him for not giving me the attention I needed over the past couple of days.  This ordeal made me dislike him.

“May I please remove the clips from my pussy lips Master… please?” I asked politely.

“No” he responded promptly.  The grip of the clips on my drenched pussy lips intensified…

…to be continued


Can Leigh stay out of trouble with her new Master or will her rebellion surface?