Author: Mitharu

[28F, 25m, 30F] Bitchboi Academy: The Doctor, the bitch, the Mistress

The driveway felt cold on my bare feet as I got into the car. I felt a sense of dread. Iknew earlier that day I was less than ideal for my dominant. As she sat next to me, a smile broke out on her face. I noticed her makeup, immaculately applied as always. Something was wrong. I couldn’t deserve an outing after what I had done. My breath quickened as her smile grew wider

She started the car.

I asked “what’s going on Goddess”. Nothing came from her but silence, and a slight wink that made me slightly unsettled. I searched for a way to respectfully find out more, but nothing came. I certainly didn’t want to be more of a bother, especially because I figured we were headed to one of her friends. She would often punish me with manual labor, and I certainly deserved it this time.

Clearly reading my expression, she laughed and said “We’re just headed to a…date”

So there it was, Mistress OWNER was driving us to a date night, which surprised me because i thought i was in trouble for my earlier misbehavior Read more »

[30F & 28f] The Warden and Her Bimbo

The cuffs of the leather blouse looked just right under the shiny leather jacket, so did the leather tie. The boots rode just under the knee of the genuine leather pants, and the hair, pulled into a high ponytail, matched the severe contouring perfectly. She’d deliberately spent a long time preparing this morning, because She knew that her prisoner had absolutely nothing to do, no other stimulation but the thought of Her. The brushes were all put away, and the lines angled perfectly.

Relaxing in her makeup chair she absentmindedly reached for the hinge. The flap through which some hapless sissy’s tongue had been servicing her through her unzipped leather pants closed, and she promptly zipped back up before the cuck could get a glimpse of her. “What’s your name again, bitch”

“Sissy Sally, Warden”. “Right, fuck off, officer’s outside to take you out to Yard Time. Watch yourself honey, my juices are a pretty hot commodity for all you chaste bitches and you are wearing those restraint mittens, so you won’t be able to wipe it off”

Sally knew better than to complain and dejectedly marched off. Read more »