1. my life as a slave


    Date: 9/7/2016, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Cruelty, Cuckold, Female Domination, Mature, Slavery, Written by women, Author: slutforlife, Source: sexstories.com

    I woke up early, got out of my room (witch was really more of a closet) and begin with my shores around my mistress house. Picking up things, making her breakfast, and becoming the living room. I love doing my mistress chores. Suddenly I hear noises coming from my mistress room; I finish off her breakfast and set it on the dining table. The sight of her coming down the stair makes me melt, I can feel my legs getting weak, my mouth water, and my cock grows. She was stunning tan, long shoulder length black hair, DD36 breasts, tall, and her face was perfect in every way (all of her was perfect) “good morning mistress, I’ve prepared your breakfast” she walk toward me and gives me a taps on the head like a dog, smiling, and seats down to eat. I get my dog bowl and eat from it like I do every day. Since am completely naked she enjoys dropping water on me and hearing my "jelp" like a dog. She laughs every time she gets me by surprise. When she’s done eating she goes back to her room and I follow her on my hands and knees, all the way into her room. “Ok slave I need to get ready for work so” she took of all her clothes in front of me. With that I almost cum in my underwear (I was only wearing underwear and a collar) “my new boss is really handsome, I want him to see my cleavage” she admired herself in the mirror. I was drawling on the carpet at that point. She turned at me eyes half closed with a degrading look. “Why the hell aren’t you getting my clothes you little bitch?” “Sorry ...
    mistress” quickly and jump to her closet taking out her usual work clothes, and laying them out on her bed. She dressed in them picking out clothes that would show of her perfect cleavage. “You look beautiful mistress” I said almost involuntarily “Duh slave” she said with a smile “I want Mr. Jones to have a boner every time I hand him a file” as she admires herself in the mirror. “Now am going to work little bitch I expect you to finish your shores or I will punish you again” she said as she walk closer to me until she stood over me in an impotent show of how was in change. “Yes mistress, as you wish” I said in a scared little voice. She taps my balls with her high heel shoes, which made me, curl up in pain “Ugh. "Thank you mistress”. She lath and walk out of the room, while showing of her ass. I stair in that direction long time. After I heard the car leave. God she was so perfect in every way, I am so happy to serve her. I crawled out of her room and began my shores to make the house perfect for my mistress. It took a long time to finish everything, from cleaning the house, to racking the leader of the jars, and finally my favorite part doing my mistress laundry. Cleaning her cloths from dirty t-shirts to panties, and bras gave me a throbbing erection. I picked up the basket from her room and one by one separating darks and whites taking great care of each article of clothing. I felt weak holding her panties, and bras. Against her orders I couldn’t help myself from sniffing ...
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