Passed out Stories

Chapter 7: Retribution = Sometime in the wee small hours, I half-woke. Time? I had no idea in the total darkness, no timepiece, no phone. Just me in my maid’s room. Clutched in my hand was a memory of yesterday; Mummy’s soiled panties. I sniffed them, and the connection between my nose and pussy was instant. My other hand slid down my front and under the hem of my nightie, quickly finding my mound. I spread two fingers an...

My collar had finally arrived, and I was more than eager to be subjugated to his total control. Quickly adapting to the new dynamic, my days were spent working, being forced into a state of constant, nearly-overwhelming arousal, and rushing home to ensure I had time to properly present myself to Master. Knowing that the situation was temporary gave extra urgency to my exploration of this lifestyle. I’d told him that I did...

"I can totally see that in you, Master. If I had been in school with you, I would have followed you too... like a little puppy!" she said. "jewel, my dear, had we met in school we may not be together now at all. It took what we went through to make us appreciate what we have now. Had I not had the pitfalls and stumbles and mistakes I made, I wouldn't know just what a treasure you are. You don't how good it is to be full u...