#totally owned
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Wait here until I return. I prefer your ass to your face, so that’s what I want to see first.
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A woman’s happy place
I tell you stop and pose because it amuses me, and so I can blackmail you if you ever try to move your paychecks back into your account at work.
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“Hey cunt,” my text said. “Come iron my clothes on your lunch break. Take your work clothes off though. They’re not as sexy when they aren’t earning me money.”
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How things should do laundry, only without the shoes.
She was hurrying to finish her chores, knowing I’d be home soon expecting to discuss her turning over her work bonus to me at her paying job, knowing I’d expect to be served while we talked about me raping her wallet, wanting to be ready and in position…but time…time was not on her side.
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Look what my little kitten made for me today. They’re delicious too–too bad I’m watching her figure and she can’t have any.
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It’s been a day, slave. You were working your ass off at your wage slave job all morning, which means there was no one here to wait on me. Then you had to finish your chores and plan my party this weekend, and work from home for said job. I’m so tired from watching you run around and work so much. Bring me my whiskey and get on all fours so I can prop my feet up.
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Make me clean your floors with my cow tits.
She had one day a week off from her wage slave job–a day spent cleaning and waxing Mistress’ home from top to bottom.
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They’re so big…
More for you hereWe NEEDED this client.
“Come on”, I snapped at my assistant, Kirby. “They’re having drinks at The Point tonight, I told them we’d meet them there”.
They were an all male crew, and their CEO, George, introduced himself. “You must be Tanya”, he said, extending a hand to my assistant.
I was about to interject, but his next words stopped me in my tracks.
“If I’d known you had such incredible looks to match that impressive mind, I’d have met you a long time ago”.
Kirby wasted no time playing the role of Tanya.
“Fetch us a round of drinks, girl”, she waved at me.
By the end of the night, it hit me. Kirby could easily be me. She was just as intelligent and had the business savvy and attitude that made me so successful.
But I could never be her. All eyes were drawn to either her gorgeous face or her impossibly perfect chest.
That night, I looked at the photo of us. She looked every bit the powerful business woman and I looked every bit the assistant, hanging off her arm, fetching drinks for her and the clients.
My phone bleeped. A text from her.
“We’re a great team. I make a great boss and you make a great minion. Don’t you agree?”
I did.
48 hours later, I had summoned my staff. Kirby, I told them, was in charge now.
As the staff disbursed, she looked at me.
“Tanya. Bring me my coffee, fetch my dry cleaning, have my car washed, then report to my desk. We have much to discuss. I’m sure you’re eager to hear about my expectations of you. My assistant needs to be prepared to work very hard for me. Whether it’s filing, answeing my phone, doing my laundry, driving me around or mopping my floors, I expect you to be available 24/7 to take care of my every need. Do you think you’re up for it?”
My eyes fell to her cleavage. She was the superior woman, and I knew I had my work cut out if I wanted to stay in her employment. I nodded.
“Yes, Miss Kirby”
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A lot had changed since I had gotten mad at my employee, Liz, and called her a ‘useless fat bitch’
She had one by one wrapped my friends around her little finger, turning each one against me.
She had blown the minds of the partners at my office, smirking like a Cheshire Cat when they had created a role to promote her to….giving her full control of the office, including me.
She had won the adoration of my beautiful, talented niece, who now looked up to her like she was some sort of goddess.
She had won my husband, and now sported my wedding ring on her perfect finger.
And after all that, she had claimed all I had left. My ego, my self esteem, my bitchiness, my power, and my freedom.
She strode confidently out of the water. I took in her figure. Her perfect, curvaceous, Amazon-like figure.
At her command, I patted her dry in front or amused onlookers, being sure to shower her in the compliments she deserved as I completed the task.
A wave of sand hit my face, courtesy of a well placed kick from her perfect foot.
“Clean yourself off bitch, then hurry home. Hubby and I expect dinner on the table at 7”
Yes Queen Liz
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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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She woke up early to prep her Owner’s meals for the day and prepare her hair and face the way her Mistress liked. Then it was off to her serving job. She was working double today to make up for a day of low tips last week. She’d do whatever it takes to bring home enough money for her Ma’am to be happy today…
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Tell Me about the new girls you met on the playground, pet. Where they nice?
What a lucky slut to get to service TWO superior dommes! It must be a reward for the slave, because I do NOT like to share my property.
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This is everything I want.
The corset reminds her of me even when gone: shaping her to my liking, binding but satisfying, always there.
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Hot girls in sexy french maid costumes
Sending a pic for approval before she comes and cleans.
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She thinks she earned a good deal on her car. Too bad I marked it up by $10k, and the payments are due weekly in My office.
The guy wasn’t taking my offer seriously, so I sent my cunt in to convince him. Short of penetrating her cunt, he was allowed to do whatever.
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Cunt inspection.
“Look, she lets me do anything to her, anytime, anywhere. At this point I only even do it to show off that I can.”
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仲里依紗
naka riisa
She cleans every inch of my floor with that, hands and knees the whole way. It’s her way of thanking me for letting her live in the condo she bought me.
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Superior
Great, now, I have the boots I wanted. The next thing you are to do is purchase the horse that matches for me. What does a slave need a savings account for?
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Women in the workforce.
Making sure her smile looks real for the men who grope her, all so she can bring home extra cash to her Mistress.
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When my team scores, my friend’s bitch gets slapped, and vice versa. We don’t even like basketball.
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This kind of exercise make some lovely souvenirs.
When I say I want to see what I’ll whipping tonight, I mean it. No matter where we are or what we’re doing.
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Alternative Pin Up http://alernative-pinup.blogspot.com
You will work your way up to pussy slave. For now your job is to entertain me in the manner I see fit. Today I want a clown.
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Your lucky I let you wear so much when you serve me and my friends.
She wasn’t making enough at her respectable but entry level office job, so I pulled some strings at my favorite strip club, and now she was their new shot girl. She hated the new outfit, but new she had to smile and serve shots to bring home enough money to please me. She would find herself shaking those fat tits on that stage soon enough if she failed at this.
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When I get home from hanging out with my friends and spending her money, I expect a spotless house and her on her knees, not a hair out of place.
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