I heard footsteps again, but these were different. The door opened and someone entered, almost silently. Should I say something? Or, was this a test? I could barely think straight at this point and decided that I was better off keeping my mouth shut whenever I could. The woman approached me and sat on the edge of the bed. I could smell her. It definitely wasn't my Mistress, it must have been one of her guests. What was sh...

I started to lose track of time. I wasn't sure anymore how long I'd been tied to the bed. An hour? Maybe it had been only twenty minutes. I adjusted myself, trying to get a bit more comfortable, but quickly felt the pull of the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. It was warm in the room, luckily for me because I was completely naked; except for my belt. Being blindfolded didn't help me keep track of things either. Time...

Stacy and Becca sit on their knees next to each other at the foot of Cara's bed. Miss Cara sits on the edge of her luxury mattress, dressed in her cream gown, looking down at her girls. She's immaculately groomed and doesn't look at all like she recently woke up. Her legs are crossed and she wiggles one of her bare feet inches from Stacy's face. She holds both of the girls by their leashes in her left hand. I can't believ...

The burning energy of expectation, of need Is something I am all too familiar with. For you, I’ve given my heart so fully but I want to give you more, so I deliver you my body. I am yours, not just body and soul, but in devotion of will. Teetering on the edge, afraid to go over I’m desperate for your pleasure and suffer to find it. I say suffer, knowing full well that’s not what I do. How can one be so completely obsessed...

Just relax. Try not to think about anything. Stacy tries to adjust her position, but the thick leather around her wrists makes it difficult. They keep her arms secured behind her back, attached to the wall. Her naked toes are fairly comfortable on Cara's soft, carpeted floor, but make her wish she had some little socks on for warmth. The tight, leather collar around her neck, makes her feel naughty, but not as much as the...

Stacy follows Miss Cara out of Becca's room and across the hall. The house is kept at a pretty warm temperature luckily, otherwise Stacy would feel quite cold. She's only wearing her skirt and of course, the chastity belt underneath it. Cara gestures through the entrance to her own room. Stacy follows direction and crosses the threshold. Her soft, little feet enjoy the feeling of the warm carpet in Miss Cara's room. Seein...

Stacy and Becca lie together on Becca's simple bed. The girls are both completely naked, except for Stacy's skirt and the chastity belt beneath it. Becca pulls Stacy in closer to her. Her skin is still damp from the recent rigorous sexual experience Stacy gave her. Stacy can't bear to move. She's lost in the happiness Becca's warmth gives her. She can't stop smelling her girlfriend's hair. She wears a big, goofy smile on...

Stacy sits in Miss Cara's office. She sorts through a stack of text-heavy documents and double checks all of the dates and amounts she's recorded on her tracking sheet. Her neck is sore and her bum aches, but she keeps going. She wants to prove to Cara, once and for all that she can put up with anything she throws at her. Nothing will stop her from working hard and winning Becca's hand. Her bare feet feel chilled in the c...

Stacy wakes up from a deep sleep. Her soft, milky skin glows in the early sunlight. She sits up and moves her long, dark hair behind her ears. She quickly becomes aware of her young body. She runs her fingers slowly down her strong thighs and slender legs. Her panties feel warm against her supple bum. Life seems different this morning. Stacy no longer lives in the same world she did yesterday. At least, that's how it feel...

Stacy looks up from the small box, unable to hide her unease. Becca sits on the edge of Stacy's bed, watching. Her baby-blue socks cover her tip-toed feet as her legs bounce nervously. "What's it say?" Becca worries. Stacy looks back down at the note and frowns. Becca's innocent eyes grow wider. Her eyebrows profess their apology. Stacy doesn't know how to react. Becca's shorts buzz loudly. She reaches into them and pulls...

Stacy paces back and forth in her small bedroom. She can't help but be nervous and excited knowing that Becca should be arriving at her door any minute. She passes by the mirror and scrutinizes her clothing choice again; thin, pink knee-socks with a black skirt. I guess it will work. She turns slightly to see how she looks from behind. Her round bum pushes the back of the skirt up slightly, revealing a few extra inches of...

Stacy wiggles her bum anxiously on the tall bar stool. She's wearing the expensive looking sapphire drop-earrings Cara gave to her in box number two. They make Stacy feel elegant and she tried her best in matching her outfit with them. Dressing fancy has its downside though. Stacy can barely walk in her three-inch heels and her tight dress, which beautifully accentuates her breasts, is drawing attention from a guy at the...

Becca shows Stacy to a table in the middle of the restaurant. It's not too busy today, but enough people are around to make Stacy feel a little uneasy. She sits down, trying to quell the sharp butterflies in her stomach. Becca, in her work outfit, sits down across from her awkwardly. Stacy watches her friend carefully place her bottom onto the seat. "Are you alright?" Stacy worries. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just… never mind....

Stacy waits outside the restaurant. She's just as nervous as before, but a little more excited. She wears her favourite shoes; burgundy flats with little white bows on the front. Her thin cream socks have little frills around the ankle. The air is fairly warm today, allowing her to wear a bit of a short skirt, in a matching cream colour. As she waits for her date to arrive, she fiddles with the tiny pearlescent buttons on...

Stacy sits in a small restaurant at lunch. The remains of her sandwich lie on a plate at the corner of her table. She stares at her laptop screen trying to improve her resume, yet again. Her work experience is pretty much blank. Ugh, I can't get two years of experience, if no one will hire someone without two years of experience! Stacy saves the document and tries to write out some of her assets, but her eyes are drawn ac...