#under my thumb
I like them to have some skills, no total dummies. I don’t want to hire someone every time my plane needs fixed.
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Have snacks ready for when you entertain His guests.
You will be punished for not serving with a smile later.
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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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You know you’re doing a good slave. Don’t fuck up because you get too hot when I touch you.
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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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Hold my beer bitch. At least your big tits make you somewhat useful.
Now wait until I need you, and don’t speak at this party unless spoken too. When I snap my fingers, hand me the beer, then put it back when I’m done.
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Turn Number 321: Having her get all dressed up and eager to please, then making her come over and do your pet’s bidding.
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“Today you only get to look. Even later when I am not here you may not use the furniture, not even the bed. If you follow directions well I’ll give you more rules to follow (and maybe a privilege or two).”
Go on, girl, nurture your addiction. Take a good look. Then back on your hands and knees to scrub my floors. It is your day off from your wage slave job, so that means it’s “deep clean my fucking house while I go spend your last paycheck down.” Got it? Good.
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I find the elements of bondage in this outfit (choker, ankle straps) very sexy.
Not everywhere I take her allows the type of humiliation she would normally endure. I find a way to keep her in her place regardless though.
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In his kitchen, you are the most beautiful and versatile appliance.
Rule 1: Always bend at the waise
Rule 2: If not in heels, act like it anyway
Rule 3: When I say go fetch, you go fetch.
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“Let’s make this cornertime count, young lady.” Poor piglet.
(starring@on-her-knees-to-please, don't’ remove her credit or you’ll step on spikey stuff in the night)
Every time her feet touch the brush, I add to her next punishment.
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Naked but for a small apron she must serve tea. Her humiliation is evident as she is subjected to mockery and ridicule by those she must wait upon.
Extract from a book cover Darling Poupee Du Vice by Esparbec
Make sure to point out every flaw, every pocket of cellulite, every imperfection. Don’t address her directly when you mock her. Make sure she knows.
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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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This shouldn’t even be considered abnormal. Eventually we should get to a time when the sight of a whore wearing such revealing clothing in public is so commonplace, no one gives it any thought.
Just one of her many errands she runs on her day off to keep her Mixtress happy.
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It’s not enough that she earn the money for me–she must demean herself in presenting it, never forgetting her place.
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The subtle way of letting her know what I expect.
Pics: cunnilingusbliss
It took a firm hand, but she’s learning.
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If your wearing a sweater because it’s cold make sure you wear the shortest shorts possible with it. Even better if the sweater doesn’t reach them
Hot girls never feel cold. Good advice, princess.
Definitely should have on heels or at least be standing tiptoe though…
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For Halloween I made her be a cat and strike her sexiest pose every time I snapped my fingers.
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She loved going camping with Mistress. She was never quite sure why, because she always ended up here…
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