Although I've tried my hand at writing a bit, I've never felt comfortable posting anything. Till now! So all comments and thoughts will be very much appreciated...positive or negative!


As she sat at the breakfast table drinking her morning coffee, she couldn’t help but think of the events leading up to what had to be the most erotic and submissive experience of her life. She glanced towards the window upon hearing the chirping sounds of birds outside. It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining; the daffodils and dogwood trees were in bloom, and the sounds of the birds, so cheerful, so happy to have gotten that rain last night. She, however, barely noticed the beauty of the day. Her mind was filled, teaming over with thoughts and emotions. She gave an involuntary shiver as one of the many events of the previous night ran through her mind, for what had to be the millionth time.

“I can still taste her pussy,” she thought, as she unconsciously licked her lips. She could definitely feel where her ass had been flogged, whipped, and spanked, more so than any other time in her life. A smile crossed her face as she recalled the scenes. He was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. He had made so many of her fantasies come true in the space of an evening. Who else could do that but her Sir? Since meeting Him over eight months ago, He had taken her on a journey like none she had ever experienced. He had pushed a lot of her limits, had made her do and think things she never thought she could or would. And He always made sure she was okay with it, before, during, and after. He always gave her wonderful aftercare, since she had discovered how vulnerable and emotional she felt after a heavy scene. “Hell,” she thought, “I’ve even discovered that I enjoy heavy scenes!”

She giggled at the thought as she got up to rinse her coffee cup. She would have never imagined herself two years ago, as she was now. Two years ago she was just beginning to discover that all of the thoughts, fantasies, and secret desires she’d had all throughout her life, actually had a name. She recalled that porn video she had watched. That short, tiny clip that had given her her first glance into this lifestyle. The scene showed a slave tied with her arms above her head, as her Master circled her, telling her how she would be used by Him, and how she should stand for Him, with her ass and tits out. Occasionally He would strike her with His crop to make a point. She shuddered as she recalled the impact it had on her, how it had woken up that part of her she had always denied. She shook her head, laughing at herself, and at how much her life had since changed. “I am finally whole,” she thought, as a soft smile slowly crept upon her face.

She began cooking breakfast for the two of them. She knew she would only be allowed to eat if they so desired. As she waited for the water to boil for the oatmeal, her mind once again drifted to the previous night. She saw the scene so clearly in her mind. She could see herself tied tightly, face up, and spread eagle on the bed. Her legs spread wide open making her pussy so very vulnerable to them both. They had taken turns flogging her, across her breasts and nipples, her arms, her thighs, and then her pussy. As always, and it never failed to amaze her, her pussy was wet, so wet, that her juices had trickled down into the crack of her ass. As the water came to a boil and she added the oats in and stirred, she recalled how the Domme He had invited over to join them, had stroked her wet pussy, and after getting Her fingers soaked with her juices had shoved them in her mouth. “Damn, She knew just what I needed her to do,” she thought as she started the eggs. She arranged the two plates to look as appetizing as possible. She didn’t want them to be disappointed in her, in any way. As she got the orange juice out of the fridge, and waited on the toast, she fondly remembered how the Domme sat on her face forcing her to eat Her pussy, as her Sir was pounding His hard, thick cock into her own pussy. “She really didn’t have to force me,” she thought as she giggled out loud again. She noted the time and quickly arranged their plates on a tray. She got an extra plate and sat it to the side of her Sir’s plate, knowing that very soon, she would be eating what food they wanted her to from that plate. On her hands and knees too, just like the pet she was. Another shiver ran down her spine at the thought of that, and of all the many things they might do to her today, if it pleased them.