Over the summer, I spent most days in slave training with Mistress Victoria. Many nights too, but not as many as I would have liked with my parents living right next door. The routine, when I did stay over at Mistress Victoria’s House, was simple. If I wa...
This is my continuing journey with Mistress Victoria. I hardly slept; I couldn't stop thinking about the events of the day before. I told my parents I was staying over at a friend's house. I rode my bike down the alley and then snuck back through the back...
I owned and operated my Fetish club called the "The Whip." It was modeled after the Gentleman's club I once worked at in London. In the beginning, it was exciting and every night was full of sex and fantasy. I soon realized it was a real business, with pr...
Brian was my first guinea pig. He was a young and hormonal boy with a cock was that was perpetually hard and was trained to come on my command. I would use his orgasm as a reward for being a good slave; sometimes; I would not let him come for days. When...
July 24, 1982, was the worst day of my life; the day my husband John died. I grieved terribly for weeks. One morning I was in the back yard crying, and the young neighbour boy, Brian came over to see if I was okay, I looked at him, and he seemed so sweet...
The affair with Mary and Fred lasted for almost two years. They were both subservient to me. They even invited a few other couples to join us. I found out that Texas has its fair share of closet deviants. I finally found my place in the world and was fee...
At eighteen, this fresh-faced girl moved across the ocean and across most of the United States and moved to Houston Texas. My job was to be the personal assistant to the son of the owner of the drilling company, Fred. At the office, my duties were getting...
I am Mistress Victoria. This is part two of my past; I hope you are enjoying it. Every day at the Gentleman’s club was a new adventure. The men would come to eat, drink and socialize. The waitresses were often fondled and fingered, but it would never real...
I am Victoria Hill. You may call me Mistress Victoria. Mistress. Miss. I was born in Bristol England in 1945 just after the end of World War Two. I had a modest English home life. My father came back from the war and became a brick layer, my Mother looked...
