I think Sir doesn’t love me. Doesn’t love me any more, maybe. He hasn’t touched me since yesterday. He’s barely even looked at me. Doesn’t he find me attractive any

“Slut!” I bellowed through the house. “Here! Now!” My slut came rushing into the room, careful not to keep me waiting. She was naked except for the black leather collar

Effective Slut Conditioning (third edition) Chapter 5: Develop your slut’s cravings You want your slut to be receptive to your wishes, whether they be sexual in nature, abusive or a

Well surprise, surprise.  Look who’s back.  The slut who I examined on my desk.  I reached behind her head and bunched her hair into a ponytail in my fist and pulled

The doorbell chimed right on two o’clock.  This was a good start – I wasn’t being kept waiting.  Punctuality was a desirable trait in a slut.  I opened the door

My wife and I like to dance, ballroom dancing being our favourite.  We are members of a dance club, a marvellous formal establishment with a splendid intimate atmosphere.  I remember

I stood at the back door of our house, watching Bella at work in the garden.  She was kneeling with a trowel in her hand, planting flowers in a fresh bed.  I admired the curve of her

Bella, answer me something.  I’ve been mean to you, haven’t I.  Hush, don’t answer me. My finger on your lips.  I know I have. Kissing your forehead. Come

“Bella! Come here!” My voice reverberated down the hallway as I bellowed from my office.  I drummed my fingers on my desk as I waited, and I soon heard Bella’s bare feet

I had known Stephen for many years, since we both started out with the same company as juniors, and it was always a privilege to be invited to one of his dinner parties.  I told Bella