My First Submission Began at the Academy
When I hung up on my boyfriend’s mistress, I looked my student in the eyes and gave him an order that stripped me bare inside too.
When I hung up on my boyfriend’s mistress, I looked my student in the eyes and gave him an order that stripped me bare inside too.
I arrived with the cage on, my feet burning and my mind surrendered; what my Mistress had prepared left me trembling before she even touched me.
I took him to my room thinking I was still in charge, but that siesta taught me—with fingers and cruelty—who really held the control.
When she opened the door, I was already trembling inside the cage, the plug in my ass and dinner untouched, waiting for her first order.
She saw me get hard staring at her feet, smiled as if she already owned me, and made me follow her to the parking lot without letting me think.
The drunk ran off as soon as he saw the uniform, but she didn’t move an inch away. I realized the night was going to be a long one.
When she appeared encased in that black suit, I knew I wasn’t paying for an ordinary hour, but to fulfill the obsession I’d hidden for years.
I opened the door naked, my body still marked by the previous night’s party, and his gaze told me he had come to use me until he was empty.
When I saw her sandals on the bed, I knew something had changed—but I never imagined I’d end the night breathing against her soles.
When I knelt before her, I thought I could take it. Half an hour later, her foot was on my face, and I no longer knew where my will ended.
I thought I was watching without anyone noticing. When I entered the locker room to hide my erection, she was already waiting with two friends.
She entered the dining room as a servant and left as someone else. That night, before the fire, she chose which name to let burn forever.
That night I wasn’t the host, I was the ornament. My wife picked my dress, put me in heels, and ordered me to smile while her bosses appraised me.
She ordered me to strip in the hotel hallway, where anyone might see me, and knock again only when I was completely naked.
I walked into that gray office ready to beg for a document. I left knowing that that night the one who’d be begging would be him, on his knees in his own house.
It began as a fantasy we read together at night. Today Daniel fastens my heels before Bruno arrives—and he prefers it that way.
I wore a white dress for a night with my boyfriend that never came. At 3 a.m., the only one who answered my call was my tenant.
A whisper beside my ear was enough to make my respectable life begin collapsing beneath the click of heels that were not yet mine.
We thought we were sneaking around in the sand, until a stranger came over and confessed he’d been watching us for hours. And he had a proposition.
I confessed to Bianca why her boyfriend would never fully satisfy her, and she revealed a secret identical to mine. That same week we invited them both over.