Kneeling before her feet, Shane presented his hands out to her as always. All the stresses of the day began to flood out of his body as the cool leather cuffs were secure around his wrists. The clink of the chain in between reassured his ears when she tilted his chin up with her hand. …
Continue reading A Queen’s Grace (Short Femdom Fiction. NSFW)
The collar calls to me Pulls me magnetic To my Master's feet I kneel As the collar rests before me In my hands for Him My head bowed in adoration to Him "My collar is my crown... My gift my submission... To you, Master, I serve... With my body, my soul and my heart." …
The aroma of French lavender and rosemary fills her nose as she soaks in the bath. Steam floats up, creating swirls in the air above the mass of bubbles. She takes a cleansing breath and her body starts to unwind. "How does that feel?" Sir asks, cupping his hands and trickling water down her back. …
Arriving home The collar calls me Shoes off, coat off After a long day's work Suit crisp, tie silk The stress of the office forgotten As I step in to the living room There she sits cross legged In the armchair by the fire Tight black dress, four inch heels Glistening string of pearls Curled …
He was captivated by the beauty at his feet. White lingerie deliciously hugged her svelte curves; her pale skin glowed radiant in the warm candlelight. Soft hands bound together with white laced satin cuffs. Determined and fiery emerald eyes now shy and attentive, eager to serve. He tilted her chin up to him where she …
Becoming Violet Grey 