Earning On His Own

A sequel to: Earning His Domme’s Approval and Earning So Much More

When his Domme arrived at his door he was not surprised. He got into the car both relaxed and apprehensive, he was hers to use, to whore, after all.
When she turned off the usual road he was startled.
“Where are we going?” he forgot himself so far as to ask.
She looked round for a moment, disapproving, but she did not answer him.
He subsided into shamed silence.

They pulled up at the railway station. She pulled into the pickup zone and stopped the engine.
“Wait here”, she got out and went into the ticket office leaving the so familiar music playing in the car. When she returned she walked to the passenger door and opened it.
“Get out”, she instructed him.
He did as he was asked, not too hesitantly.
His Domme held out a ticket to him.
“Here’s your ticket. You will be met at the other end by a man who will say ‘your Domme sent you’, go with him and provide him with whatever service he requires. Your mouth and your ass are his to use today. I will meet you from the train when you return.”
For a moment he looked blankly at her, confused, before swallowing hard.
“Yes, Mistress”, he would obey her in all things as usual. Continue reading “Earning On His Own”

The Will Of The Goddess

He was a slave. Kept in the temple pens his duties were light, his life simple. Then he had been dragged aside by the slave mistress, locked in a cage and left for two days and nights with nothing but a bowl of water. He had begged for food but she had said he would be fed “when it pleased the Goddess”.

Then two women in white robes came for him. They pulled him out, stripped his tunic from him and took him to a wash room and watched while he cleansed himself under their instructions. When they were satisfied they fastened his wrists and led him away. Continue reading “The Will Of The Goddess”

Earning So Much More

A sequel to: Earning His Domme’s Approval

He was unsurprised when his Domme turned up at his door without warning. He didn’t hesitate to get in the car with her. He listened to the CD she played with a growing sense of familiarity. He expected the turn that took them out of town and into the countryside.

She would be taking him to a secluded car park where he would be expected to strip, be blindfolded, put on his knees and made to suck cock. He was becoming accustomed to servicing men he neither saw nor spoke to. He was his Domme’s whore, a fact reinforced by the money these anonymous men inevitably pressed into his hand. His services, his mouth, bought and paid for. Continue reading “Earning So Much More”

Before The Flight

He had to make a short business trip. He would be away only two nights. His Domme had asked to see him before he left.
“Come by on your way to the airport”, she had told him “with at least an hour to spend with me”.

He turned up promptly as arranged. He was smartly dressed in a grey suit that he found comfortable for travel. His Domme looked at him admiringly, he did look good dressed like that but there was no time to waste.
“Strip” she commanded simply.
He obeyed quickly, folding his clothes neatly as he took them off and leaving them on a small stool on one side of the room. Continue reading “Before The Flight”

Parent’s Evening

I decided to enter a story writing competition. Stories had to be school themed erotica but had, according to the rules, to not contain any ‘illegal acts’. Well I’m not sure what jurisdiction they were considering and I’m not a lawyer but here’s the story I wrote.

Pete’s daughter Sarah had come home from school with a letter. With a deep sigh he read it carefully, parent’s evening had come round again. It wasn’t called parents evening of course; instead the letter explained how it was about having a one to one with your child’s form teacher, getting to know how your child was getting on and discussing the work being done that term. Ever a dutiful parent, he filled in the form requesting an appointment and slipped it back into his daughter’s book bag. Continue reading “Parent’s Evening”