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 was staying over from the night before, I would wake up at six in the morning, shower in cold water, shave my genitals, legs, chest, and armpits. Then, I would make Mistres...

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 yard. I knocked on her back door precisely at noon. She answered the door wearing just a short silk kimono that barely covered her ample breast or her ass. "Right on tim...

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 profits and losses and the worst part, the drama between the clients and the staff. It took up most of my time and I didn't have time or energy to care for a personal slave...

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 he finally did come, it was always a lot, and I would have him lick up his cum, from my feet or my pussy. I was learning how to be a good Dominatrix, as I was training Br...

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 and innocent. “I am fine, just a bit sad,“ I said quietly. "I saw the ambulance and police. I am very sorry about your husband,” he said warmly. “Thank you,” I said, as m...

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 feeling on top of the world. It all ended suddenly when Mary's father and owner of the company found out about me. The door to my cottage burst open late one night. Mary's f...

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 him coffee and running errands, but my real duties, at the beginning anyway, were to give him a hand job while he worked and have him watch me play with my pussy while h...

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 really go on beyond a hand job. If the men wanted more, they would go to Miss Maggie, and she would procure someone to fulfill their sexual needs. If they were very special,...

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 after me and the house. I guess my Father had undiagnosed PTSD after the war, and my mother and I found him hanged in their bedroom in Christmas 1952. This destroyed my...