Submissive slut Stories

Days after what I'd done I was lost in my own world, occasionally being chastised by my wife as my mind was elsewhere and she was right, the thought of what Jeanette and myself had done was ever present in my mind as I contemplated what to do next. The video I had made on the spur of the moment was really amateurish compared to what Jeanette had sent so if I could build up the courage then I'd reciprocate to his unexpecte...

As we now head into the lounge, Sir and Mistress Fiona are waiting for us. “Please, both of you take a seat; we need to discuss something,” Sir tells us. I look at Sabrina as she looks at me, both looking slightly puzzled, wondering if we have done anything wrong. Mistress Fiona sits down, although Sir remains standing as he begins to speak. “Please just let me speak until I finish, and just listen. Then you can ask any q...

So where do I start this story, I guess at the beginning which was last summer where, whilst browsing through members on here I happened to come across her, Jeanette. Her portrait photo was of a slim,mature elegant lady in a black dress and a light blonde wig, that look in her eyes and that enigmatic smile pulled me in as I devoured every detail she dared give to what at the time was a total stranger. Sadly just the one p...

Once they feel I’ve cleaned up enough, I am lifted to my feet and dragged somewhere; then I am lifted again and laid down on a table or bench; I’m not quite sure. However, I know it is a low table or bench, as my wrists are cuffed to the underside of the legs and my ankles to the underside at the other end. I am still blindfolded so I can’t see what is happening, or have any idea what is now going to happen to me. Perhaps...

Over the next few days, I continue to serve Mistress Fiona and Sabrina, although it seems it is mostly Mistress Sabrina giving me orders. As instructed, I dress each day in a maid's outfit, always just with stockings, suspenders and high heels, no underwear. I spend most of the time collared too, and occasionally my ankles will be cuffed with a hobble chain between them. This feeling of being a submissive maid, serving bo...