Sunday, 28 January 2018

Friday, 22 December 2017

Mistress Sumara and Silvia part II

‘Your Master said you were moving up from submissive to slave, is that right?’

I nodded.

‘He wants us to show you what that means, you understand? This is not personal.’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Sumara, want to go first?’

I watched as Mistress Sumara moved across the room, grabbing a chair by its back and dragging it to the centre of the room.

I knew a spanking was coming. Two most likely and that in itself didn’t bother me, but the fact these two girls were half my age did. A lot.

They were going to take me over their knee, effectively making me feel a young girl to their young woman and the embarrassment burned.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind.


I shook my head, dispelling the thought as quickly as it arrived.

As much as my mind shrieked at what was to come, demanding I stand up for myself, my age, my maturity, it was also telling me this was what my Master wanted. Obeying the Mistresses, was obeying him. Making them happy made him happy and that was enough reason for me to quieten those other thoughts. And my body, well that was reacting a whole different way.

‘She’s dripping.’

I looked between my legs to see a thick stringy line hanging from my pussy.

My eyes were glued to the finger that gathered the glob of cum and slowly pulled away, the line stretching before breaking. I breathed as I followed the finger upwards until I was looking directly into Sumara’s eyes.

One eyebrow arched.

I re focused on the finger, my juices thick on the tip, before looking back into Sumara’s eyes,  my mouth open, my tongue out.

Master had done this several times since he found my arousal was usually thick, usually clear, sometimes milky, and just before my period, white, so once Sumara had wiped the thick glob onto my tongue, I remained still, my tongue out, waiting for instruction.


I slipped my tongue into my mouth, swallowed, and pushed my tongue back out, all pink and shiny.

‘Good girl. Now, over my knee, there’s a good girl.’

My step faltered, just for a moment. I took a breath then went down.

I gasped at the smarting smack but quickly settled as Mistress Sumara found her rhythm and spanked me soundly.  It wasn’t long before was I breathing heavy, the odd ‘Ouch’ escaping and any smack on the backs of my thighs caused me to squeal which inevitably led to a flurry of smacks across both thighs, with my kicking, and begging her, ‘Not there, please!’

All on deaf ears of course.

Finally satisfied, Mistress Sumara lets me stand only for Mistress Silvia to quickly take her seat and pull me down over her knee. Determined not to let the sting fade, Mistress Silvia lets me have it, big time. Her smacks landing hard and fast and I was kicking and whining from the get go.

Monday, 18 December 2017


Mistress Sumara and Silvia


‘Yes, Master?’

‘Obey these two as if they were me.’

‘Yes, Master.’

I looked up as two girls entered the room.


‘Yes Mistress.’

I grabbed the hem of my T-Shirt, the only item of clothing I was wearing and pulled it up and over my head.


I froze, my arms and head still within the T-Shirt.

I felt hands on my breasts, lifting, weighing, squeezing.

‘Not bad. A little sag. Nice nipples.’

I gasped as my nipples were pinched cruelly, nails digging in.

A SLAP accompanied the heat that bloomed across my left breast.

I braced myself for a second slap but it never came. Instead, fingers slide between my thighs, between my lips and two, I guessed, entered me roughly, forcing me up onto tiptoes.

‘Tight. Not had kids yet?’

I shook my head.

‘Bend over.’

I obeyed.

My cheeks were pulled apart, wide and something cold touched my smaller opening.

Gel, I realised.

I braced myself, but still gasped aloud as a finger entered me.

It takes a woman to truly disregard the thoughts and feelings of another woman and these two seemed determined to prove that as the finger went straight up.

One foot left the ground as I moved forward but I was held steady by firm hands on my arse, holding me open as the finger withdrew, only to re-enter with a second, stretching me wide, sliding deep within my bottom.

‘Not had much anal play, she’s really tight back here.’

The fingers left me.

‘And clean too.’

Heat washed through me.

‘Early thirties I’d say. Stand.’

I stood and the T-shirt was pulled from my head.


I nodded.


‘We’re both eighteen.’

I look at the girl speaking, noticing her smile, cruel, mocking almost, my pussy tingled, and moisture moved within.

‘Your Master thought you would find it embarrassing having to obey two teenagers. Is that right?’

I thought about it for a moment before nodding.

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Well, we like embarrassing, though humiliating is better, right Sumara?’

The other Mistress nodded.

‘But your Master, he has charged us to make it mortifying, you understand?’

My face was burning. My body was awash with heat, so hot I felt a fine sweat cover my skin.

‘Yes, Mistress.’

Monday, 4 December 2017



Six months had passed since I joined with Master. Six months of training. First came my Domestic Training, the house becoming my responsibility to keep clean and tidy. Food ordered, prepared, and cooked, washing and ironing done, even the gardening was mine to care for.

My first spanking had come from something simple. Master had shown me the panels on the roof, generating free electricity for the house, but I hadn’t listened carefully enough as he explained the limits of the panels, the amount of electricity generated being dependant on the sun. So when making Master’s breakfast, his tea and toast, I switch on the kettle and depressed the bread in the toaster at the same time.

I hadn’t even registered Master’s presence before my right nipple was grasped, pinched hard and pulled, leading me from the kitchen to the living room and over his knee. My second spanking was when, without thinking, I did the same thing ten days later. This resulted in a much firmer and longer spanking including the addition of the paddle. Another constant source of spanking was for leaving the lights on, something Master was quick to admonish and punish. My continued leaving of the hall light on became so vexing for Master, it eventually earned me the cane. A dozen stinging strips across my bottom. As much as I felt chastised and remorseful, I can also remember the feeling of euphoria as this truly was the Master I had been seeking, one who wouldn’t hesitate to discipline me when needed.

The second month was Humiliation training. This started simply with peeing in front of Master. Easy enough, I can recall smiling up at Master as I sat on the loo, her pee splashing into the bowl beneath me. I’ve peed many times with girlfriends within the cubicle, waiting their turn.


That one command had my cheeks blushing as I parted my thighs wide, master dropping his gaze to watch my stream. Heat rushed through me, and my heart pounded, wishing I hadn’t drunk so much wine and water.

He stayed silent as I wiped my lips and stood.

‘Finished?’ he asked.

I nodded but felt an unease. I was missing something.

And was instantly grabbed by the hair, led over to the bath and bent over.

I remained there as the rasp of his belt, as it slid around his waist and into his hands, filled the room. The leather slapped across both cheeks, and I remember the sound was loud within the confines of the bathroom, the sting instant and painful. I know I was lifting my feet alternately off the ground as the heat and pain sunk into my bottom, despite my intention to take my punishment stoically. Twelve times, the belt landed across my bottom, Master alternating his standing position from my right to my left, to ensure an even delivery.

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Slave Camp by Lisa Simons -part one

My latest project - only just got started really but thought I would share it with those that check my blog.

Chapter One

My slave journey so far.
I have to admit I was nervous.
My ambitions and desires were coming true.

I had found a partner, a Master, someone who longed to live the lifestyle as I did, to live in his world, not mine, not some compromised version of our lives combined, but his world. His is a world well organized and I care for it with dedication, obedience, and love. I make sure he is not stressed or overworked, that his home life is peaceful and taken care of. He can relax in the knowledge that his meals will be made, his home will be cleaned, his needs will be attended too, by me, his slave.  
Finally, I feel like a fully functioning female, living a dream I have desired for many years.  My world happily revolves around and within his.
A car door slammed and my tummy flipped.

I peeked out of the window and saw several cars had pulled up, men and women getting out, straightening their clothes before making their way to the house.
The women were all dressed the same. Deep purple dresses with slits up both sides of the dress to the hip. My pussy lips tingled as I spied a thin chain running out of the slit of the dress of one woman, so thin it barely creased the material as it snaked out towards the man leading her, as he strode ahead confidently. My mind teased me with thoughts of clips biting cruelly into her labia or tugging a clit ring. Biting my bottom lip, a habit, and “tell” of my burgeoning arousal, I noticed several other women were similarly leashed as my eyes swept over the group. Two couples further back caught my eye as the approached. The men were walking behind the girls, and my pussy clenched tightly, a small exhale of breath, as their chains caught the light, slipping out from their dresses, back towards their Masters. I squeezed my anus tightly as I imagined the plugs those girls were wearing, wondering how big they were, had the girls made a fuss as they were pressed home, were there bottoms pink from a spanking, if so?

Turning, I quickly made my way down the stairs so I could greet the guests, the smooth silky material of my dress caressing my legs as I walked.
It was a surprising change, to be allowed to wear clothes, as I normally spend my days naked, and so many items of clothing too. My Master having surprised me with lingerie just a few hours ago. Purple to match the dress, knickers and bra (it had been ages since I have been allowed to wear one of those,  Master preferring my breast free and available, even when clothed), garter belt and stockings, black with a purple shimmer, over which a skin hugging dress of silk.  After a long hot bath, I did my hair and make-up, and then dressed. It was all quite the luxury and I feel wonderful and odd at the same time. I cannot explain it really. Almost as if I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, as the saying goes.