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I love this Andrea,
It's all so real and I wonder how much of it is from personal experience?
Can't wait for the next installment, it's 100x better than 50 shades.
This is the greatest praise. This is the hugest payment I have ever gotten.
Thank you, thank you.
I thought maybe I went overboard on Johnny's first punishment but it made me cry when I wrote it and that's usually a good indicator. He didn't like getting it and Laura really didn't like doing it. Girl may have to harden her heart though at times.
Again thank you.Laura had given Johnny her leather trench coat to cover his near nakedness and to keep her slave from freezing to death. They were zipping down Interstate 30 at about 65mph in her Jeep.
“May I ask where we are going Mistress?” John said from the passenger seat.
Laura nodded. “I am going to show you off, Johnny. I’m taking you to a BDSM group in Mansfield. They meet only once a month in an old theatre at the edge of the Carrousel district. There may be exhibitions and scenes we can watch, a few vendors of our type of stuff. And some food and drink.” She looked over at him as she drove. “I need you to be obedient and respectful, slave. Do not embarrass me.” She warned sternly. He didn’t answer, “Johnny?”
“I will do as you command Mistress, as always” he finally said. “I am not performing I hope, Mistress.”
“Does that frighten you?” She inquired.
“I…I ‘m not sure if I could do that Mistress.” He said with unease.
“Not this time, my good boy, don’t worry.” She patted his leg.
“Rules, Johnny. You will be respectful to everyone. Masters, Mistresses, even be polite to your fellow slaves. These things are all about an image.” She explained. “No one is permitted to punish or use you sexually, not without my permission.” She looked over at his wide eyes and gave a chuckle. “Don’t worry baby, I don’t share. If something happens, if someone mistreats you, I will take care of it.”John was a little nervous but he was a salesman, he was used to meeting people and making impressions. Still, he had questions.
“These scenes, Mistress, slaves will be used I imagine.” He was curious.
“For the most part we are not going to see raw sex, although we might” Laura gave a chuckle. “Mostly a Dom will put the sub through their paces, show spanking or whipping techniques, use of candles or clamps. Bringing the sub to near climax and keeping them there. It’s not an orgy Johnny it’s just a gathering and some of it is educational.” She assured. “Keep your wits, be observant and make me proud” Laura said, “and then we will talk about what you learned.”It was after 10pm when they walked through the doors. Laura had John’s leash in hand and had taken back her coat and he was right behind her where he should be. There was a small registration table and Laura paid an upfront tab and entrance fee. Someone grabbed John’s wrist which made him flinch and in black marker put the number 63 on the inside of his forearm.
“He’s new” Laura explained with a smile about her slave’s jumpiness.
The burly Leather Daddy bear at the desk smiled in understanding, “Lucky you” and admired John’s ass that the gladiator skirt didn’t really cover.Laura led him inside, explaining as they walked. “You show them that when you get me drinks and they charge my tab; it also says who you belong to.”
John’s brow furrowed, “Mistresses try to walk out with someone else’s slave?” he said in disbelief.
“Or if some big gay Daddy bear tries to rape your ass.” Laura said for shock value. John looked back to the table and the Daddy bear that WAS still eying his ass. “And you forgot to call me Mistress. Don’t do that again.” She put sternly.
“I’m sorry my Mistress. I meant no disrespect.” He said apologetically.
“I know that, slave” she said the word hard “But they won’t and I will have to punish you or look weak.” She reached back and swatted his cock “Don’t embarrass me, Johnny.”Upon leaving the lobby and entering the theatre proper, Laura immediately found a friend. “Bianca” she yelled to a tall slender black woman in a yellow vinyl cat suit with stiletto heels.
“Laura, Baby” Bianca gave a pure white beautiful smile and the 2 hugged. Bianca noticed John in tow. “Oh and who is this sweet morsel?”
Laura grabbed under his chin squishing his cheeks, “This is my good boy, Johnny. Greet the Lady, Johnny” she ordered.
John looked to floor. “Good evening, Mistress Bianca.”
“A newb?” Bianca looked sideways to Laura, who nodded ‘yes’ rather proudly. “Well, look at you, girl. So many times you came draggin’ air and you get a fresh fish. I’m jealous.”
“You got a seat yet?” Laura asked hopefully.
Bianca nodded, “Yvette is laying across a couch for me, holding it. I got room for you, Sweetie.” She smiled to Laura.John followed behind, trying hard to take in everything but pay attention to his Mistress. All the original seats were gone from the theatre floor and there were old restaurant booths and stray vinyl covered couches. A few coffee tables here and there but most had nothing in front of them but another couch. Bianca and Laura came to a couch with a pale dark haired slave with just high heels, black panties and electrical tape across her little nipples.
“Up Up” Bianca commanded and Yvette quickly stood for her Mistress. The Doms sat down and Bianca was about to send her slave for a drink.
“Let me get it, hun.” Laura offered. Bianca smiled in acceptance.
“Long Island ice tea?” Laura remembered.
“My favorite” Bianca confirmed.
“You heard it, Johnny. Two of them. GO” she commanded and took off his leash.John Moved quickly through the crowd, back up to the theatre doors, to a 3 sided bar that stood under the balcony. People where still milling in and blocking the isles but he imagined later it would just be slaves fetching for their Masters. He returned with tall glasses for the Ladies and handed them with a bow.
“Good boy” Laura said “Here” she commanded, and Johnny knelt in front of her on a throw rug that ran in front of the couch. Yvette was to his left. Bianca was stroking her back and Yvette was arching her back trying to push out her humble breasts. She actually was purring under her Mistress’s attention.A fat man in leather pants and black ornate chest harness took the stage. “Welcome all to our little gathering. I know some of you travel halfway across the state to get here, so let’s get right to it. Our first showing is Master Alex and his little alexia. Seems he has built her a new spanking horse from plywood and rich leathers and he would like to show you how well it works by working her.” He clapped loudly and the crowd joined in as the curtain opened.
Alexia looked like a slightly overweight middle aged housewife and from the looks of it, Alex was probably her husband. She stood in a red bustier with matching panties and black wrist and ankle restraints. Alex ran a ping pong paddle between her legs a few times and then up between her cleavage and went to kiss her but instead yanked on her brown hair, pulling her head back. He grabbed the D ring with a finger and yanked her across the stage to the spot lit spanking horse with a dong strapped to its saddle. John thought that looked interesting. But Alex threw in a curveball and forced her on it backwards, shoving the red dong into her mouth before clipping her cuffs to D rings on the horse’s sides. He had put the apparatus on wheels and now spun his slave for a better view for the audience. The paddle came into play immediately and he warmed his slave’s backside with alternating smacks from cheek to cheek. The submissive wife could only moan out her pain and pleasure around the dong in her mouth.
John looked around and noticed other slaves being caressed by their Masters or Mistresses. He even thought he saw a slave servicing her Master as he lounged on a booth seat. On stage Master Alex had dropped the paddle and welded a many tailed flogger across alexia’s back and ass. The thing looked like it had 20 tails and it made an incredible noise as he swung it through the air. Poor alexia would jerk when struck and the crowd seemed to appreciate her reaction with polite “ooo’s”. Finally she was taken off but Alex seemed to just toss her over the side of the thing and began to flog her white thighs. Now Alex pulled his wife’s panties down and began to push the retrieved ping pong paddle handle into her asshole. She wiggled and screamed and some of the crowd laughed, she put on such a show. The curtain dropped and the fat man returned to the stage.
John was finding all this very interesting but not really arousing. He half turned to his Mistress and put his head on her knee.
“What is it, slave?” she looked down at him and fondled his hair.
“May I go to the restroom, Mistress?” He asked.
“They are upstairs near the balcony” she informed him. “Don’t wander” she warned.
John was off. He truly did have to pee. He didn’t go at Laura’s and that pizza he had came with a bottle of sparkling water. Not everyone was watching the show. Some Doms with their slaves were talking in the lobby. Two slaves were on their knees locked in an embrace, tongues dancing as their Masters looked on at the little show. Upstairs John finally relieved himself and washed up. He heard noises and yelps from the balcony doors across from the restrooms and wondered what was in there.Peeking in the door, John saw a leather clad bald Man and blonde Woman with their backs to him. They were putting needles in a girl’s poor tits just under the nipple and she struggled and cried out but was shackled to a wooden x with a steel collar helping to hold her in place. John couldn’t help but cringe when they did it. The girl was Auburn haired, with it falling in her face. Her mascara had run because of her tears. The blond grabbed a handful of the girl’s breast, holding it steady while her man slowly inserted the needle. Once it was in, the Leather clad woman smacked the other nipple with her fingers.
“Cry little bitch, cry!” she said almost angrily.
“Please Mistress,” she cried out “I’ll be good, I swear.” She begged.
The cruel Mistress had other plans and with her fingers, pulled the girl’s pussy lips down and held them out. The Master squatted and poked a needle through. The sweet slave’s breathing came in short gasps. She tried to look down at what was being done to her as another was pushed through the flesh of her clit hood. She threw her head back.
“Please, please please pleeeease.” Her chest heaved with her cry and she hung her head in defeat. But the Mistress would have none of that and yanked the slave’s head back.John was captured by the scene. Her anguish was so real. His cock was hardening in his jockstrap and he didn’t want to leave. The big bald Master turned for more needles and noticed John’s head in the door.
“Well, what have we here?” he said in a deep baritone. The Mistress snapped around at that.
“Oh, an intruder?” she said
“I’m sorry Master, Mistress” John sputtered quickly
“Get in here!” She snapped imperiously once he gave himself away as a submissive.
John began to obey and opened the door fully but heard a throat clearing behind him as he took a step.Mistress Laura stood there with arms crossed under her ample bosom. Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, not looking pleased.
The cruel Mistress then noticed her, “Oh, does this one belong to you?”
“Yes, he is mine” Laura answered flatly but still glared at John. “Someone was told not to wander off.” She said in controlled anger.
“Someone is in trouble.” The deep voiced Master sang.
The blond gave a wicked grin “By all means, feel free to come in and borrow a paddle. We could use a break and would love to watch.”Laura pondered it for a moment. They had no safe word set up but this wasn’t play. He would be punished because he was told something for his own good. “Get to that bench.” She pointed.
“Mistress?” John tried to plea.
“MOVE!” She yelled like a drill sergeant. And her bunny moved.
“Stand at the end. BEND AND GRIP it.” She commanded. John did as told, bending deep at the waist and grabbing the low bench but kept looking back with fear on his face. Laura unhooked his gladiator trappings, letting it drop to the floor and there was his tight ass.The Blonde Mistress was happy to hand Laura a long thick paddle with holes in it.
“Thank you.” John’s Mistress said.Laura reconsidered; she didn’t like the weight of it and tossed it aside.
“Do you have ‘hot wheels’ racing track?” she requested.
The big man winced and the other Mistress smiled “Oh she is pissed” and from the corner gave her a 30 inch strip of plastic, single lane, race track.
John looked back, he was prepared for the paddle but he had no idea what this race track would do.
“I told you I don’t like doing this but I will” She began to wail on his rump, swinging the race track like a tree switch. John jumped and tried to cover his ass.
Laura looked to the big Master. “I don’t have the patience to restrain him, do you mind?”
“Not at all” the big man smiled and straddled the bench and grabbed John’s wrists forcefully and held them to the wooden bench. The blonde came close to watch as well.
“Please Mistress, I am sorry” John was truly frightened.Laura was deaf to him and began her swats again. John jumped up and down, his feet moving like he wanted to run but couldn’t go anywhere. The burly man held him with all his weight. Laura moved her attack down his thighs, spreading the pain so he wouldn’t get numb or too bruised. She beat him as her mother would say ‘within an inch of his life’ and when he was sobbing uncontrollably and sucking in air like a child she finally stopped. The Big man let him go and got up and John collapsed on the bench. His ass and legs were on fire. He balled, cried openly for all to see. He was broken. Laura sat on the bench near his head. She wiped a tear from her eye and her hand shook a little. She didn’t like doing that. They both took a moment.
“Now, I will listen to your pleas, slave.” She didn’t look at him, just forward.
John was still crying and sucking snot up his nose like a punished child. Slowly he moved off the bench to his knees and placed his head on her knee.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said through tears. And it turned into a wail “I’m sorry.”
“I give orders Johnny and expect them obeyed.” She still didn’t look at him “Sometimes they are for your own good. So when you disobey those orders and do as you please, it makes me upset.” She finished.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Mistress Laura.” He hugged her lower legs and cried some more.
She finally looked down and smoothed his hair. “You are supposed to be my GOOD boy. Don’t become a bad boy.” She said like a mother. “I don’t want a bad boy.”
“I am your good boy. I swear. I’m so sorry Mistress for wandering” he said.
Laura lifted his face a little so he looked at her eyes. “It wasn’t the wandering itself Johnny. It’s that you disobeyed.” She explained.Laura had his leash on and led him back to their place in the theatre. John’s head was down and he just looked at the floor. Yvette kept getting stroked and caressed by her Mistress next to him. John dared not ask. He hadn’t been a good boy. If Mistress was wearing simple shoes or sandals he would take them off and suck her toes to show his devotion but taking off her boots would be a task and she was already not pleased with him. He could hear the Mistresses talk about him.
“It’s the first time he has gotten punished?” Mistress Bianca asked amazed.
“You know me and he is usually such a good boy.” Mistress Laura said of him.
Bianca caressed under Yvette’s chin “This little one gets a morning paddling every day before she goes to work, Just to remind her of her place.” Yvette smiled at this and actually rubbed her cheek into her Mistress’s thigh. “You might have to change a little Laura.”
“Why should I change?” Laura said irritated.
“Because he is your slave and maybe would do better with a firmer more physical hand.” Bianca explained. “You can’t let them go wild and you can’t toss them out when they rebel.”John didn’t like the sound of that. He would be good. His butt was still very warm. He didn’t want a spanking every time they meet.
(its big, took up 2 posts, enjoy )
Saturday morning came and Laura had a raging headache. Mistress Zythra had stopped for a bottle of Bailey’s Irish cream, to wash away the memory of her appointment. And looking at it on her nightstand, it looked empty. Laura pulled herself out of bed, took some aspirin and got into the shower. The water washed away the last of the Bailey’s but not the memory that caused it. ‘He kept his socks on!’ she thought ‘God, I hate that’.
Wiping the steam from the mirror, Laura looked at herself, she was 37 and not getting younger. She looked at her blonde hair, holding it in her fingers ‘I should let it grow longer’ she thought ‘Johnny would love that’. She paused for a moment and another part of her brain just realized what she had thought.
“Where the FUCK did that just come from?!” she cursed at herself. “I don’t do anything for a man, they DO for me!” GRRrrrrr. She stormed back into her room looking for clothes.Laura was at her PC. She had calmed a little and coffee was helping her headache and mood. She had the Messenger on and was in the chat room they first met in. Her first thought had been to go to his house and BEAT him or fuck him, she wasn’t sure which.
It was noon. Usually he was the one hunting her down. She pulled her hair forward and looked at it again, while she waited. ‘I would like it longer. Put it in a braid…like a Viking Goddess.’ She smiled at the thought.Johnny’s name changed from grey to black. He was on but she waited. ‘I’m the Goddess’ she decided ‘he comes to me.’ She sat for a minute and then 2. Then before she can message him he goes back offline. “Mother Fucker” She says to no one.
“Hello my Mistress” appears in an opening chat box.
“Johnny?” She types back “You went invisible on me?”
“It’s my new phone, Mistress. It has messenger but it says I’m offline” there is a pause “Do you need me, my Mistress?” John’s thumbs put out as quickly as they can.
“I need you to come over, just for a bit.” She tells him.
“I can be there in 10 minutes, Mistress.” He types back.
“Good” and she logs off.John got away easy. The kids and Jill were making cookies and he went out to “get an oil change”. So in under 10 minutes he was on Laura’s porch ringing the bell.
She opened the door “Get in here” , she said without a greeting. John had no idea what he was in trouble for. So he got in the door quickly and shut it behind him.
Laura was pacing a little on the other side of the room. She reminded him of a restless tiger. “Kneel. There” she spat out. John obeyed quickly and dropped to his knees. He looked to her shoes and not further. Laura still paced and started to approach him but stopped. “What do you think we have?” she tossed out, waving from her to him.
“I don’t know Mistress. You had said we would play it by ear.” He answered truthfully and a little lost.
She did approach now and lifted his chin, “When you say I am your Mistress, do you think you own me?” she interrogated him
Now he was really confused, “My Mistress owns me”
“That’s right, I own you.” She paced again, “We’re done playing by ear. You are MINE.” She abruptly decided.
“Mistress?” He was worried.
“I’m not saying you have to leave your wife and come live here.” She spoke quickly and waved at him as she still paced and pointed a finger at him “But you will give me more.” She lifted his chin again. “Do we understand each other?”
“You want more of my time, Mistress?” He was guessing.
“Yes!…no. I want more of you” and she nearly clawed into his chest, she was so animated.John could see her brow was furrowed and she was upset with something but it wasn’t really him. Should he speak and invite her wrath or stay in the darkness and not be able to help. Still she walked the floor.
“Mistress, please sit.” He said with concern. Laura flopped into the couch, her legs wide with her hands lying between them. John crawled the few feet to her. Gently he lifted a foot and took off her shoe. Slowly he rubbed the arch, his fingers massaged the balls of her foot. He decided not to talk, just to serve. Slowly he looked up to her. If she wished to speak to him she would. But he would be here, regardless. He left her sock on but still kissed her toes as he massaged his Mistress.Laura looked at him. ‘He was so sweet…and it wasn’t his fault’ she thought. She gave a half smile to him ‘he is such sweet boy’. She reached out to his head and played with his hair. John smiled, glad that somehow he helped. She still looked troubled but she was calm.
“Next Friday night, can you get away? I need the whole night.” She asked him.
“What time Friday night, Mistress” He asked.
“We need to leave by 9 I’d say.”
“A fake late meeting in Detroit, then I stay overnight instead of driving home.” John suggested.
Laura had her chin resting in her hand “I worry that you can lie so easily.”
“I’m a salesman Mistress. Half truths are my bread and butter.”
“You lie to me and I’ll beat your ass.” She said flatly.
“Noted, my Mistress.”John came over on Wednesday again. They seemed to have formed a routine. But no NCIS this evening, Laura was teaching him simple commands and the positions that went with them.
“I have been too nice to you, Johnny. I neglected my duties as your Mistress.” She patted his head as he kneeled. “The easiest command ‘Kneel’, which you are doing, with chin up and eyes down at 45 degrees. Palms on your thighs, slave.”
John adjusted to her instruction. “From ‘kneel’, I may command ‘Open’ and you will open your legs wide. I may wish to step on your cock or maybe I just want you too.”John performed her commands and Laura would adjust him. “You are a smart boy, I expect you to remember all of this but I’m not going to give you too much, not now.” She walked around him in circles with a yard stick in hand “The next commands are tricky ‘UP’. From any kneeling pose you simply rise up from your heels.” She smacked his naked butt with the yardstick. “And present an upright form. Now if I say ‘Up UP’ then you will stand my slave.” John stood quickly. “Now from either the kneeling or standing poses, should I say ‘Present’, your legs go wide, your thighs will be vertical on the kneel pose and you will put your hands behind your head.” Laura pushed his elbows back till his arms were perfectly straight. “Ankles, very simple, grab your ankles slave.” Laura gave him a good smack with the yardstick, she couldn’t help herself.
“These are quite simple, ‘Down’ you will lay face down with arms stretched above your head. ‘Back’ and you will lay on your back, arms the same.”
“Up UP” she commanded and John moved off the floor. “’Heel’, or if I raise my hand and snap my fingers you will come behind me and to my right one pace behind. I should just be able to reach out and slap your dick.” She batted at it but not hard. “’Here’ or a crooking of my fingers at you and you will take up ‘Kneel’ on my right side. Right next to me slave.” Laura patted his head “Good boy. Those two commands work if I’m sitting as well.“What if there is an obstruction Mistress, like a side table or you’re in the middle of a couch?” John Imagined this had something to do with Friday night.
“With ‘Here’ you will kneel in front of me but facing out” She smacked him on the head to correct him. “I will command you to turn if I want you otherwise as for Heel, you will be as close as you can but behind, understand?”
“Yes Mistress. I will hug my back to the wall if I must.”
“My good boy is smart too.” She gave a little praise and rubbed his head.
“May I please Mistress now?” He turned to ask and stared at Laura’s crotch.
“No. Keep practicing.” She shook her head. “UP UP…Present…Down…Kneel…UP and Heel. Not bad, let’s do it again.”John spent Friday making cold calls to prospective clients, trying to drum up some business. His mind wasn’t in it though. He knew Laura was taking him somewhere and probably to see someone, why would she teach him commands? He had them all in his head but he was nervous about what was expected. Finally at 5:30 he called it quits and decided to find some dinner.
John sat in his car nibbling a slice of pizza and playing on his laptop when Laura pulled up behind him in front of her house, a little after 8. She banged on his window.
“Go park in back so no one sees your car. I swear Johnny, sometimes you don’t think.” She scolded.Once inside he offered Laura the rest of the pizza. “Oh thanks Johnny, I’m starving” Taking a slice from the open box. “Next time no onions. They make me taste funny, if you know what I mean.” And she patted his cheek. “Come up stairs my slave.” And she went up ahead of him. John thought she seemed very happy, almost cheerful, which meant she was looking forward to this. He hoped that was a good sign. Laura had some things thrown on her bed already.
“Strip, my good boy, let’s get you ready!” She smiled.
‘Oh my God, she is giddy’ John thought to himself.Laura first offered him swimming shoes. “Some people let their slaves go barefoot” she shook her head, no “the floors can be disgusting.” She said with distaste. Then Laura held up a black jock strap. “This will keep my good boy’s pecker in check. And show off his sweet buns.” John stepped into the jock and pulled it up tight. Laura smiled teasingly at him “This next piece I ordered special.” Laura held up what looked like a black skirt made of 3 inch wide strips of fake leather. “I was going to buy you leather shorts but that just screwed the whole jockstrap thing. Then I found this on line” she held it in front of John’s thighs “A gladiators Battle Skirt” she proclaimed proudly. John took it from her and fastened it around his waist while she admired her slave.
“Turn around in it, slave.” She said.
Finally she held up a black leather collar. John knew at some point he would probably wear one. He was curious as to how it would feel. Without direction he turned and took one knee so his Mistress could collar him.
“You seem eager my slave.” Laura said as if curious.
“I have wondered why my Mistress had not collared me already” he said.
Laura grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to see his eyes, “Because I don’t need it. My good boy obeys, doesn’t he?”
“He does his best Mistress” John answered.
Laura kissed his forehead and wrapped the leather around his neck.Laura clicked a leash on him and John turned on his knees to her.
“Will my Mistress be wearing something special as well?” John asked with hope.
“Need some eye candy, do you slave?” Laura cocked her head and put a hand on her hip.
“My Mistress is a Goddess” He answered. “Her body is divine.”
Laura couldn’t help but smile but still she lightly smacked his cheek. “Fuckin’ flatterer.”
“But yes, I do have an outfit for the occasion.” She didn’t say more, she just disrobed in front of her kneeling Johnny and pulled things from her closet. She knew his eyes were all over her. She thought of making him turn around until her transformation was done but she had never done a reverse strip tease and wondered how it would go.Laura pulled on black riding breeches with stretchy Lycra crotch and inseam. She hauled out her over the knee boots that she wears for her clients with the wrap around strap. She loved those boots and they screamed MISTRESS. She put on a white blouse tucking it in and only fastening the bottom most buttons, showing plenty of cleavage. Then she threw on a black leather “biker chick” vest and buttoned it to hold the “gals” up and push them together. Lastly she held a riding crop and smacked it to her left hand.
“Like it?” She looked down to Johnny whose eyes had never left her.
“You are a dream, Mistress” he said slowly.
Laura broke the moment. “Come on, we need to go.”If wartime wins you can you use your idea of cruise ship, just put it on a battleship
LOL, no, if you knew my Idea for the cruise ship you would be like “Oh an orgy on a Battleship,hmm… how did that work out?”
If nautical gets picked I could still do the cruise ship story. I have an Idea for that one, I have an Idea for old west and I got an idea for Desert Island.
Wartime…not so much but I'm sure I can come up with something and not be too cliche'.I'm wearing a dress today But there's no panties under there.
That will have to do.It's FRIDAY
NO FAIR! it's not Friday where I am yet.
My picks
- War time
- Cruise
- Wild West
- Concert/Public event
- Robot Laboratory
- Desert Island
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A good case in point. I had just bought the blue Qipao dress and I had agonized over the decision for a day or more. I couldn't decide on the blue or the the more pinkish one and I couldn't afford both. SO I put it on with white stockings and garters and black shoes and Immediatly Im getting comments about the dress or some comments about how my legs look in it. Now I had just been real insecure about buying it , now all these guys were commenting on it.
I tried my best to answer everyone of them. They were sweet and said what a girl needed to hear when she needed it.
Chance? Pure luck? Maybe. but I answered.I'm guilty of many times logging in and waiting for someone in particular. So Im usually doing something else and not paying attention.
but even when I'm not, I usually don't respond to “HI” or “hello” and if you call me mommy it's over. The point is I need more. get my attention with something. Recite Shakespear or comment on my clothes ( I have spent gobs of money on them) Many of us ladies actually put thought into what our avatar has on. I know I do. I change my clothes depending on my mood. Its the same as in real life, tell a girl you like her dress and why. and you will get a thank you and it can go from there.Jumping up and down with excitement, parts of me nearly fly out of the bunny suit.
“Thank you Mister Jayc. You won’t regret it.” I say quickly. I look from Ole Joe and back to Jayc “Thank you” Grabbing a serving tray from the bar “I can start right now.” I walk away into the crowd still excited and talking to myself “I can keep that crappy little apartment, I can pay my bills, I can eat, I can stay in Achat city and not have to go back to Ohio in winter.” My butt gets pinched and slapped but I keep going undeterred.LOL, Its silly here…
I might stay
((hope this fits))
Weeks after arriving in Achat city, I finally got up the nerve to go to the Achat Bar& Grill. Everyone had told me about it and I still had few coins left in my pocket, enough for a drink or two anyway. I was still wearing my bunny suit having just left Steve's but I didn't think anyone would mind. I opened the door and it was dark in there. I walked further in and the door closed and now I could see nothing until my eyes adjusted. I heard lots of people and a jukebox, 'or was that a live band?' I wondered. Slowly my sight returned as I got accustomed to the light level and I turned out of the foyer to see a wide open room. People milling around everywhere and some at tables and some in booths along the wall, being quite sexy with each other.
“Oh” I said “That's why they keep it dark” I walked to the bar and took a stool. Old Joe himself greeted me. “COULD I GET A WHITE RUSSIAN?” I had to yell over the music and noise.
“There’s a few at the end of the bar.” He pointed at some hunky guys that were talking.
“No, a drink” I shook my hand as if holding a glass. But he came right up with my cocktail.
“I was only teasing hun.” And he smiled and winked at me.
It would have cost me over half of what I had left but He said the first was on the house. It was a tall one and very strong, it’s how I like my Russians. I sipped my drink and slowly I could see more. The band on stage was good. They were doing a Stones cover of “Gimme Shelter”.I decided to walk around and maybe mingle. I moved slowly and got a few whistles because of the bunny suit, I’m sure and my butt got pinched. I meet Ssgt. He was nice and said he liked my scribbles.
“Oh, my writing.” I figured out what he meant. “Well, thank you. It means a lot.” I was still shouting, being closer to the stage.
“Any time darlin’” he said. And I’m sure there were 2 meanings to that. He pointed across the room. “Blue over there likes your stuff too.”
I smiled. Praise was the only payment this girl got.Thinking of payment, I needed a job. If I was going to stay in this town I needed cash and I didn’t want to rely on Steve for every thing. I wandered around some more, and a guy tried to give me his order. I looked around and noticed there was a shortage of waitresses.
Rushing back to Ole Joe, I told him of my dilemma.
“Look, we fit. You need more staff and I need a job.”I said excitedly “And Look, I got my own bunny suit” I paid for it. I may as well use it for more than just Steve, I thought. “Gimme a chance, Please” I pleaded.
“I don’t know. Our servers sometimes do more than deliver drinks” he said.
“Um, well… is it voluntary?” I asked.
“Yes, but I just want you to be prepared for what you might see.” Ole Joe finished.
I leaned on the bar and gave him a cocky smile. “Honey, it’s not my first time around the block.”(edited)
The polling sample is quite small but if you go by the Poll, most seem to either hate it or love it.
I get the feeling it is a matter of tastes. You do or you don't. not good or bad, just different.(oh, and this is my 50th post. I am now a Jr Member )
First, Thanks every one for comments and encouragement. There is nothing worse for a writer than Apathy, thinking no one is reading or cares. you keep me going. Oh and always, Thanks Steve. kiss
Second, I just wrote this next piece and It IS short but very interesting I think. We get more into Laura's head and how she feels about her “Hobby”
And I don't want to wait. I want to share it now. Thanks.Mistress Zythra had an appointment for Friday night at a hotel in Columbus. The Manager job paid her bills but just barely and when she started this it was fun. Now it was a chore but $200 dollars could go far. A key was waiting for her at the front desk. She goes to the room and dresses. The client will never see her street clothes. She has a black vinyl teddy with red striping on the seams, dark hose and over the knee boots with a studded strap that wraps to the top of them. Finally she covers her blonde locks with a pure black wig. With riding crop in hand she is ready for the worm. The client is an older business man. She has seen him before but still at the door she is all business, collecting upfront. With the door locked, the performance begins. And that is what it is, a show, an act. She smacks his ass around the room, commanding him to strip. The old codger is dropping his pants and taking off his shirt and tie until he is kneeling before her in boxers and socks, begging for her mercy. She won’t give it. He didn’t pay for mercy; he paid to be spanked and sat on, to be forced to sniff her ass. She swats at his cock inside his boxers with the crop and the old fart loves it.
Mistress Zythra finishes the routine. The old guy is on the bed already spanking his monkey begging her to stay and finish him or at least watch. She grabs her small case. She will change in a lobby bathroom and no one on the hotel staff will say a word, if they see her. This crap and worse is done by their rich clientele, besides she is fully dressed, old geezer in his room…not so much.
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