Lesbian. Domination.

You know, basic first date questions.

I love happy submissives with my whole heart.

“I was a cheerleader in high school” she confessed on her first date. “I still have my outfit.” She regretted being so up front so quickly now.

Just a reminder pet--I’m doing this to you because I can.

When she let her colleague see just how eager she was to take her shifts and pay her rent, she gave the game away.

Once I had her paycheck signed over to me and had her on her knees in her free time, it was all downhill from there.

Whether she’s been bad or good, when she gets needy, there’s always the riding crop.

Waiting for instructions…

Her tribute was acceptable. Her chores were done. I wasn’t horny. Yet. But I couldn’t let her go home. Not when I might need something at some point...

She was getting annoying in her free time so I made her take up knitting. At least I’d get some scarves and she wouldn’t be yapping at me all the time.

Bringing me my breakfast--she’ll be punished for looking so uncheerful and not dressing like a fucktoy. 

I told them I’d buy them a drink to split if they made it worth my while. I actually think they agreed hoping it would turn me on more than anything.

Even, no, especially in public you are to assume a submissive posture--NOT on chairs or other furniture, and wait for further commands.

She was my fantasy in high school--homecoming queen, top of the class, three different sports. Now my fantasy had come true and Miss Thing cleaned my house every weekend, turned her paychecks over to me, and begged to eat me out all in ratty reminders of her high school glory days.

She sends me her work schedule for her wage slave job every other Monday. I do the work of then filling out her free time with errands, chores, and sexual favors I need done. It was a lot of work keeping her active and busy--but getting to watch my pay pig also working her ass off to get my car cleaned out by her deadline made it worth it.

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.

Having spent the whole term on her roommates’ course work instead of her own, she had hoped to catch up with her own studies during spring break. But Jenna and Laura insisted she come along as they partied. As their chair. They didn’t care she was about to lose her scholarship; they knew she would find some other way to pay for their rent.

Once at the festival, the pair introduced festival rules: no speaking unless spoken to or required to do a task. When not acting as a chair, follow three steps behind so as not to annoy them. They’ll snap their fingers when they need me.