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After a few weeks of exceptional service, even by my high standards, I’ve decided to take my slave shopping as a reward. Soon she will be out of the shower, so I begin searching the closet. I stand and contemplate my choices for a few minutes. I think to myself, today she will be my…
We met on Lush, her and I, both sharing an interest in our stories and our love of the BDSM lifestyle. She was a “sub”, a submissive, one who enjoys serving and submitting to another. I was a Master, a Dominant, and the one whom the submissive served. However, I was not her Master. That…
I’ve always been shy, overly shy to the point it can be annoying. You know, like those little kids who hide behind their mother’s dresses? Yeah, like that. I’m not sure why I am this way, but Master has told me I need to learn to break free from it. He doesn’t want to push…
The room is chilly, and every so often, I can feel a cold breeze blow over my skin. I’m tied in the middle of the room. My arms are high above me, cuffed to a beam that keeps me about two inches from the ground. I’m blindfolded and naked. I’ve misbehaved and I know I’m…
I parked in her driveway and walked up to the front door. She didn’t know I was coming and I wanted it that way. She had neglected to follow My directions and I wanted to find out why. I rang the doorbell then stepped back while I waited for her to answer. I saw the…
She was home waiting for her Master’s arrival. She had done as his email had instructed and was sitting on her chair at the computer desk naked, with her head down and her hands folded in her lap. With her eyes cast down, she could only listen for her Master’s voice to know when he…
Not that it probably Matters one little bit, And not that I thought I could cry any more, But tonight I did. It was so much so that My soul felt the pain of Your absence. Why didn’t you just Leave me alone to Die in my own misery? Why did you ever even bother…
The following story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. My name is Jessica, but my Master affectionately calls me “Cum Slut”. I am 24…
Does my feisty mouth defy you?Does it turn you on?Does it make you want to gag meWhen I won’t follow along? Does my feisty mouth enrage you?Does it make you curse and plead?Does it make you want to spank meAs I am bent over your knee? Does my feisty mouth tease you?Does it make you…
Christy and I started the day just like any other normal day. I woke up and took My shower and got dressed to go to work. Christy went into the smaller bathroom, which I had told her was her bathroom, and put on her makeup like she always did. Then, while I got things organized…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Whispers of servitude,Shadows of grace,Passionate longingEnshrined in your face. Scars of deep fervencyEtched by your eyes;Deep pools of breathlessnessEcho in sighs. Power of thunderEngulfing my heart;Waves of the oceansForce my legs to part. Realms of lost sinnersArise from…
 This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story “The Chair”, enjoy… — Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she…
I’ve been with my Master for a long time, and I know my place. I know what to do, and when to do it. He doesn’t take kindly to misbehaving, but what Master does? I love my place, my role, my submission to my Master. He takes care of me; he always protects me, and keeps me safe. I’ve always…
On the eve of my Master’s and my sixth anniversary we laid in bed talking. We talked about everything from how we met, and how things went from friendship, to dating to our Master – pet life. Neither of us had truly been in the lifestyle before each other, but it appealed to the both…
“I must admit, the mountains are lovely and I’ve been enjoying myself immensely!” she exclaimed. Her voice was filled with laughter, her pleasure evident. Sarah had been in Edmonton for nearly a week and had the afternoon to herself in her Significant Other’s absence. She was delighted to find that her pen pal, John, had…