I was dead. And I wanted to stay that way. I watched from a safe distance, standing in the shadows as the police arrived and read my suicide note. All of my clothes were carefully and neatly piled on the bench where I had waited until four in the morning for the streets to empty. My handbag with all of my identification, keys, and critical belongings, was there as well. The police would believe that I had committed suicid...

I shrugged off my bra straps, then folded the bra neatly, placing it on top of my other clothes. I slipped my panties down to the pavement, and stepped out of them. I folded them, too, although I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe because Mistress always demanded neatness, perfection. I took the note I had so agonizingly written, placed it on top of the pile of clothes on the bench by the Canal, then put my handbag on top of...

“Well, ladies, that was a truly great meal. Which one of you talented chefs do I have to thank for this?” Hans waved his hand at the dinner table, which bore the remains of the meal they had just shared. My Mistress, Miriam, sat at the head of the table, while I sat at her right hand with Hans on my right, opposite his sister. “It was a joint effort – as usual when we have company.” Hans lolled at his ease, tie off, shoes...

What Ivan didn’t know was that every time I went with him for a weekend or a few days – and there were several of these interludes – I would always go see Hans in person afterwards, and he would debrief me. Then he would de-pants me, and then he’d fuck me. I was never really sure if he just wanted to be able to quiz me in detail after I’d been with Ivan, whether just he enjoyed having me, or if he got a special thrill of...

Before we got home from our vacation, something happened that made us laugh. Mistress and I were lying in bed in Paris during the return visit on our way home. We were both glowing, sated, and feeling good about life and each other after particularly satisfying sex, and I was lying with my head on her shoulder. Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I started giggling. Mistress wanted to know what I was laughing about. I...

As we walked into his suite, he indicated he wanted me to stand in the middle of the living room and sat down opposite. “Now,” he smiled, “show me what’s under that sexy little dress of yours. I’ve been dying to see it all evening!” He reached for a manila envelope, pulled out a sheaf of photos, and tossed them on the coffee table, where they fanned out. They were all of me doing obscene things with him and Kristol. I slo...

I lay on my front, hands bound behind me, legs spread. Mistress had yanked my hair back, forcing my head up to make me watch her fucking me. I was desperate to cum as she had been edging me for what seemed like hours, but she was holding an ice cube against my clit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good bet, after all… ~~~~~ The condo in Monaco was beautiful. It was spacious, airy, modern, well-equipped, with a gorgeous view o...

The car’s GPS announced that we had arrived, which was a relief as the traffic around Le Suquet in Cannes was dreadful, and we had hit it at the end of a long day’s drive from Paris. Mistress insisted we start early, and told me I could sleep in the car. I got up because she told me to, not because I was awake, and did nap from time-to-time, but not enough. The day started happily enough, despite my reluctant rising from...

“Veronika, I love you.” I sat bolt upright, looking at my beloved Mistress. It truly felt as if an electric shock had passed through my body, and my eyes teared up. Finally, I looked down, bit my lip, then moved down the bed towards her feet and held my forehead to her right foot in a strong gesture of submission. She pulled me up to her and stroked my head. “Sit up, my lovely slave. Sit up and let me hug you, beloved, fo...

I feel the black silk of the hooded robe they’ve put on me over my naked, oiled body after my hands were loosely bound behind my back. I’m blindfolded, and being marched onstage, flanked, I think, by two people. Hands grip my arms lightly from both sides, positioning me just so. I stand for several heartbeats, then an amplified voice – Mistress Andrea’s – speaks in a formal manner, her voice echoing through what must be D...

After the show was over, Kristol and I went to the ladies’ room to freshen up. After washing my hands, I stood at the sink to re-apply my lipstick when Kristol came up behind me and placed her hands on my hips. I froze like a scared bunny (on purpose). She slid her hands up to cup my breasts, leaned forward, and whispered in my ear, “You like this, don’t you, little Katja?” I stuttered something, being nervous. She tweake...

I am not a morning person, never have been, and staying up late as an exotic dancer and sex worker accentuated that. But when my naked ass received an almighty slap, I woke with a start, yelped, and leapt out of bed, rubbing my ass cheek. “Nadu,” my Master’s voice snapped. I immediately dropped to my knees into position. “Obeisance.” I fell forward, hands in front of me, face down, in a display of willing submission. Hans...

As I waited in the lobby on Friday evening for Master… or rather, Hans… I was unusually nervous. Before I’d left his room earlier that afternoon, he had used a hypnotic trigger that dropped me into an immediate, mind-blowing orgasm. He also warned me he could do it to me again, whenever and wherever he wanted. That worried me a bit, but I was more worried about who else knew how to control me in this way? Meanwhile, I was...

Hans pulled on the leash attached to my training collar, and ordered me to heel. I crawled on my hands and knees, following him into the shower. He yanked me up to a standing position, and we lathered soap over ourselves, edging one another until he finally picked me up like a toy, and pushed me against the wall of the shower. Then, with water raining down on us, he kissed me deeply as he impaled me on his cock. I wrapped...

Have you ever tried to serve a someone a meal, flirt with them, then seduce them, all while being desperate to cum – and have to do so without making the tiniest mistake? I have. Mistress Andrea stood off to the side, watching as I performed an erotic dance for an honored guest, Master Aleksandr, who was watching from the dinner table where I had just finished serving his meal. Mistress Andrea would ultimately be the one...