My Story

That Wednesday evening, the weather was bleak at Heemstede-Aerdenhout Station; a cold, autumnal wind from the north was blowing through the small station. On the platform stood an attractive, curvaceous woman with medium-length black hair. She was dressed in a black pleated skirt that fell just above her knee, with suspenders, black stockings, and black

After his Mistress had left, Peter walked briskly on and saw that his wife was parked nearby. He quickly held his bag in front of his erection, hurried to the car, and got in beside Marja. He greeted her; she leaned toward him and touched his rock-hard cock. She didn’t kiss him but immediately asked

Herman’s alarm went off at six o’clock, just like every day. He had a busy day ahead; as a butler, he naturally had to attend to everything for the Mistress—laying out her clothes, preparing breakfast, and so on.  The Mistress wanted to be woken at nine, so there was still some time, but that also

Peter was working on the tasks Marja had left for him, all the while reflecting on what had happened the day before. He had found a Mistress and fervently hoped she would accept him as her slave; thinking of Marja, he realized he had never seen her so aroused—and she was starting to treat him

After the conductor had said goodbye to her at Sloterdijk, placed her small suitcase on the platform, and returned to the train, she buttoned up her coat; while doing so, she was approached by the older gentleman who had tried to help her on the train—he was offering his services once again.  She told him

The definitive turning point Marja had resolved to change a lot, both at home and at work; although she was unemployed, she knew she wouldn’t return to a supermarket job or anything like that. If Peter was attracted to strict women, the strict Mistress type, as she understood it, then he would get a Mistress

Every day, Michaela read reports from her slaves and issued instructions via email. She dedicated an hour each day to her pay slaves. She read every report and made notes in a sort of ledger that listed her entire stable of slaves and tracked everything—including the report and photos from slave jan53.  She viewed the