Real Life Stories - September 2004

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O3 August 2004: I arose at 6:00, put on my earrings (I still haven’t forgotten when she noticed I didn’t have them on) and crawled to Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner’ bedroom. She had asked to be awoken at 6:30 so I began her usual 30-minute morning foot worship崇拜侍奉 — adoring service at 6:00 a.m. She finally arose and I kissed her feet as she sat at the edge of the bed. She stood and said to “kiss my ass臀部 — the buttocks” and I did, gratefully and lovingly. As she showered I made her bed then went downstairs to prepare her breakfast and lunch. The day before, while on my errands, I had bought a toast caddy. I was eager to please Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner with my attention to detail and presentation in her breakfast. I set her table, laid out her silverware and napkin and set out her vitamins in the usual china egg cup. When she came down I was just finishing the preparation of her soft-boiled eggs with crackers in the white bone china bowl with the gold trim. I had set out two kinds of jam in little saucers, each with their own small spoon. I served her toast, buttered, cut diagonally and carefully arranged on the toast caddy. She was pleased. Her job is very stressful (she is an Alpha Female) and she said that breakfast is one of the nicer parts of her day. This is exactly what I hope for, to be the demure little wife who makes a warm and inviting home. And this last weekend I also got to be the depraved sex slut that goes down on Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner, lapping at her sex for as long as she desires. I am being used in any number of ways in the household and loving every one of them. I spent most of the day running some errands for Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner and working on one of my other literary pursuits. I moved more of my personal effects out of Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner’ bedroom and down the hall to the maid女仆 — a woman servant’s room. I dressed in conventional (read boring male things) clothes except for the black panty girdle…oooh, delicious.