“Do you have any plans today, Celine? A job interview perhaps?” Master asked, opening the curtains. She squinted her eyes at the bright light.
“What? Plans? Pff. Coffee is what I need,” she replied groggily, letting out a big yawn.
“Great. That’s settled then. Get out of bed, shower and have a hearty breakfast. You’re gonna need it.”
She slowly shook her head, trying to make sense of the cyclone whirling through her room. “Why?”
“You’re coming to the office with me today. Get out of bed.” He pulled back the covers.
“The office? But why?”
“No buts. Just do as…
Slave twiddled her thumbs while standing before Master in his office.
“What is it, slave?”
She opened her mouth to answer him but instead looked away. She couldn’t get the words out.
“Say it, slave,” Master commanded.
She tried again. “I wondered, I just, I know it’s not my place to ask,”
He regarded her sternly.
“I would like to go to my happy place, Sir, if I could.”
Master nodded slowly. “Your happy place? I see. So tell me, where is this happy place of yours?”
If slave hadn’t been blushing already, she definitely was now.
“It’s when you…
Master entered the living room and tossed Celine a package. “Here, this came for you in the mail today. What did you order now?”
Celine looked up at him lazily. “Oh, dunno.” She turned the package round in her hands and squeezed it. “A bra, I guess, or panties. Don’t care.” She threw the package to the other couch.
Master cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
Celine shrugged. “It’s not breakable,” and returned to the Instagram feed on her phone.
“You do realize it was paid for with my money?”
“Is everything in order for tonight, slave?” Master asked as he came to stand behind her in the kitchen.
“Yes, Sir. All is ready. The soup is boiling, the steak is ready to be grilled, and the dessert can be served straight from the freezer.”
“Good. It definitely smells good here. You’re not gonna disappoint me tonight, are you?”
“No, Sir. I wouldn’t dare.” Slave was going to do everything in her power to please both Master and their guest. She would never let her Master down.
“Is this what you’re wearing tonight?” …
Celine wished that she was blindfolded. Instead, she stood here with her wrists in leather cuffs, chained behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth. She was entirely naked, of course.
One by one, the men entered the room. Master welcomed them.
“Hey Leon, good to see you. Martin, glad you could make it after all. Take a seat, take a seat.”
Celine wasn’t even acknowledged, which she loved and hated at the same time. Master was here to keep her safe; she knew that much.
Two more men entered the room. One of them she had seen…
“Congratulations, Wendy, on your one year anniversary.”
“Thank you,” I replied as I smiled at my therapist. One year already, and what a year it had been.
“I must say, with the Lord’s help, of course, you have come a long way. We got you away from the group, gave you the tools to build a new life, and look at you now. Our prayers helped.”
“They sure did.” If only I could be as enthusiastic as she was. A day never went by where I didn’t miss them. Where I didn’t miss him.
“So, do you have anything planned…
Celine’s heart was racing while she sat in the car next to Master. She knew she had gone too far too many times. She was a brat, and this was something her Master loved about her. But part of being a brat was also being put in her place. She chewed at her lips while her foot trembled. Accepting punishments at home was one thing, but now they were going out. She didn’t even know where they were going.
Master had instructed her to wear her short red dress and high heels.
Celine knew better than to interrupt Master while…
“Who made this fire?” Lord Svinton’s voice bellowed through the chamber.
Isobel sighed silently and approached the lord. “That must have been Joan, Milord. Is there anything the matter?”
“Just look at it, woman. Does that seem like a good fire to you?”
She bowed her head. “No, Milord, I apologize. Let me make it in order.”
She went over to the fireplace and adjusted some of the twigs and logs. The flames flared up happily.
“There you go, sir. If there’s nothing else?”
“As head of the household, I do expect better work from you, Isobel. My toast was…
Content Warning: This story contains themes of adultery and dubious consent. No characters were harmed during the recording of this tale.
The collar stared at me from the dashboard. I hated the symbol of our relationship. Our broken relationship, I should say. His betrayal had erased all good memories. For that reason, I simply couldn’t have that item in my house anymore.
Holding the collar, I walked up to his apartment. I briefly considered throwing the thing in his letterbox, but somehow that felt too much like sacrilege. It was still a collar.
It took him so long to open…
I love squeezing the life out of them. It’s a struggle, but you can tell the moment the soul leaves the body. One moment they’re still struggling, the next you’re handling a sack of meat. I try to cum at that exact moment. Their last life struggles. It’s not easy to control, but it’s a rush every time. The feeling is indescribable, the rush incomparable.
The next bit is a nuisance but, unfortunately, necessary. I take off the condom and burn it in the fireplace, the same fireplace I used to seduce them earlier. Too bad I can’t dispose of…