Tears ran down my cheeks as I knelt on the cold floor of my cell. My training collar was locked around my neck, and the collar was locked to a short, thick chain to the wall of my cell. There was a ledge intended to serve as a bed, but the chain was too short to allow me to reach it. There was a blanket on the cold floor. There was a hole in the floor for a toilet. And there was a camera high up in a corner that pointed t...

We were downtown, shopping, and had just finished having a late lunch when Mistress said, “Let’s walk through the park, shall we?” I, of course, agreed, so we walked casually through the park, chatting about what we would cook for supper tomorrow. It is a lovely park, with trees and bushes, and a small stream. We strolled happily along the path. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and there were a fair number of people there,...

I was naked at Mistress’ feet, kneeling in Nadu: gazing at the floor, knees spread wide, palms up on my thighs, waiting for her command. I had been in this position since she had brought me to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. Accordingly, I was still trembling, desperate to cum, and would do almost anything she asked. She had brought me to the verge of cumming four times in the last twenty-four hours, once waking me out...

Once more am I standing in the wings of a stage, waiting to go on. But it’s different this time in so many ways. I’m already naked but covered in a hooded cape that will soon be taken from me. And this time, I’m about to become my Mistress’ slave, by my own choosing. All week I’ve been asking myself if I really want to do this. Do I want to surrender my life, my possessions, my very ability to choose what I want in life t...

~~~~ She’s cheating, I say to myself. It’s the second act of our couples dance, and Miriam is cheating. For days she has edged me, ordering me not to cum or she will crop me, and for days I have kept myself from cumming. This is agony for me. I love cumming, and have done so almost daily since I was sixteen and living with my mother. And when I started exotic dancing, then lap dancing, then sex work, I’d cum at least once...

The Cross I was used to being naked in front of people, sometimes an audience of a hundred or more at a time when I’m dancing. But not like this. When I was onstage, De Muis (“The Mouse”) was free and in control. Here I was bound and on display to dozens of people who could walk right by me. Discuss me with each other while I listened. Touch or feel or caress me. And I was helpless to stop them. I was tied, naked, to a gi...

Caught in the act! I was still naked, having just come offstage from my exotic dance, and, like most of us, went immediately to the toilet. But while almost all of us needed to pee after being onstage, I also needed to cum.I had found that dancing naked in front of a crowd of men – and some women! – turned me on in a way I had never expected. As a result, when I got off stage, I was usually pretty horny, and would often s...

I was standing backstage, breathing hard and shivering, and wondering if I could do this. I needed the money, and but being naked in front of a room full of rowdy male strangers – I wasn’t so sure I could do that. Then I heard the manager introduce me, getting the crowd going by telling them I was a “virgin stripper” and this was my first time, so they should be sure to encourage me. There were wild cheers from the crowd....