#slaves in love
Her roommates enjoy watching her clean even more since they made her the ears and started calling her Dobby. They are making messes all over the house just to see her scrub away, ears flapping. “You’ll never be a free elf, Dobby!” they shout and giggle. She loves seeing them so happy.
If her ears don’t flap hard enough, she gets spanked and whipped for not working hard enough to make them. Pretty soon she’ll lose all clothing privileges like a real house elf. That way they can laugh at her tits shaking too. She can’t wait.
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She was a good girl all week so I let her cuddle up before we headed to the ball to show off her submission.
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Her beloved crush was a dominant with a laundry list of traits one must possess. Beyond submission and being willing to work and turn the money over to her, there was massage, cooking, housework, and now baking. She was starting to be afraid she’d never be good enough.
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I was bored, so I made her write me sonnets about her love and then perform them like this. She put her heart and soul into it so I laughed at her and mocked her.
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Mistress demands that my nipples remain free the whole evening. She wants me humiliated in front of all these strange people!
She had begged to come to my party. I laughed because “I swear, I’ll do anything” means nothing when I already control your body, your wallet, your chore list, your orgasms. But I put it to the test anyway.
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Oops - too small
Talking about her bathing suit, or her boobs?
The one I don’t care about tossing aside
It’s a public pool, but she trusts me to watch out for new visitors. That’s the hottest part of all–not her willingness to obey, but her trust in me and us.
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She works out, she dresses right, and she’s in the kitchen. This is a Good Girl.
It was hard sometimes, making her ma’am money during the day, then coming home to clean up the mess She made that day, then cooking for her, then who knows what adventures the night would bring. It was worth it though. The slave had never been so happy.
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There is nothing more satisfying for a submissive than for her to be on her knees worshipping her Dommes body. Knowing that she is satisfied in every way, is what gets me excited.
I’m glad you know so well where you belong, pet..
She got a bonus at work and did so well with her chores. I was happy to reward her by letting her taste and worship me.
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She spent literally years perfecting her body. That’s why it’s so fun to torture and body shame her. She’s written on with a marker, circling every part of her that jiggles. Every single little roll of cellulite. Grab her by the stomach and tell her that she isn’t good enough to even lick your ass, and then tell her that she should try anyway. She’ll be grateful that you’re being so honest and hateful of her, and she’ll lick your ass with gusto, trying (but failing) to be the perfect servant for you, in spite of her inferiority.
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Beautiful weather for a picnic!
She was so proud and eager of the picnic she created for me. I decided to let her keep the towel under her knees since she’d be eating on them.
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“I want to punish you” I’d demanded. “Bring me my favorite punishment devices now.” The dummy obeyed of course. She was so eager to turn me on, she’d take whatever torture I felt like inflicting. It was a good life.
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See thru to that beautiful ass!
Her slave waited for her owner at the beach at her favorite spot every night at seven, ignoring the stares and whistles of passersby. Sometimes, like today, She never showed. Still, the nights she came were more than worth it.
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I was exhausted. I thought being a prominent business woman was tough, but my descent into slavery was truely tough. Veronica had transformed me from business woman to personal slave. I looked pathetic in my pink bow and bunny ears, but she said it was important to look as ridiculous as I felt.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept. I know I’d done a lot in the meantime. Made her house spotless, washed her car, done her shopping, picked out some expensive gifts for her, driven her around, cooked her several meals, worshipped every inch of her body several times over with my tongue, painted her nails, danced for her, written her an essay on how beautiful she is, entertained her guests, cleaned her mother’s house, rearranged her closet….I think I got it all. And finally, she allowed me to curl up on the floor at her feet and nap.
My eyes had barely closed when she barked at me. “BITCH! My FUCKING nails aren’t perfect. Fix them. Now!”
I opened my eyes furious. That was it. I wouldn’t do this any more. But when I turned to face her, my momentary resistance was crushed. Those amazing legs, her perfectly curvaceous body, her entitled expression…
Reaching for the nail polish, I profusely apologised. “I am so so so sorry Goddess Veronica. Please allow me to make it up to you, Your Perfectness”.
My pubishment wasn’t so bad afterall. Three more hours of my tongue gliding over her supreme body before I was finally allowed to close my eyes
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So nice outfit for grocery <3
She swung by to pick up a gift for her fat domme after her wage slave job. She hoped this would make her a little nicer to her tonight.
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When he says “get in the kitchen”…
Make a decent tuna sandwich whore
Learning to cook was the hardest of her slave training. She’d always given good backrubs, so massage was easy. She’d once considered burlesque so stripping for Her was exciting. She was happy to turn over her paycheck and not worry about money, and she’d been keeping her own place spotless for years so taking care of Mistress’ home was not a big deal. Cooking was hard though. Mistress had sent her to several classes and tested her many times. She said this one was final. If she didn’t ace it–well, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t sound good.
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