Author: Harriet

When I learned that Mistress planned to take me with her on a business trip to Switzerland I was intensely excited. The chance to serve such a goddess 24 hrs a day! What self-respecting slave could wish for more? At first I thought things might be a little easier on me. Mistress would be sorting out other people’s underperformance issues, so someone else would be carrying the can. Hopefully this would keep her mind occupied enough that my own shortcomings might go unnoticed? Also, in terms of punishments I thought, it would be harder to find places to carry them out, but then I wasn’t so sure. I did look forward though, to spending most of my time in the presence of such a stunning lovely as the Online Mistress, and didn’t doubt that some of my spare time at the end of each day would be spent relieving myself of the sexual tensions which would no doubt have accumulated each day, due to being in close proximity to her.

The weather had been fine for a few days and it promised to be a warm and sunny weekend. I felt high in spirits and felt like going out so I called my friend Susan and asked her if she fancied going out for a meal and catch-up, then maybe go and see a film afterwards. She thought this was a very good idea and we agreed to meet at 3:30 pm on Saturday at the restaurant. Continue reading Online Mistress and the Waiter

I was on holiday and by a strange coincidence just happened to be staying in the same hotel as the Online Mistress. What a fortunate turn of events I thought, to be staying in the same place as her. Naturally I couldn’t take my eyes off her and found myself peering through my sunglasses at her at every opportunity. Whenever she appeared my heart would be racing. I would study what she wore and admire how immaculate and fashionable she looked. I loved her shoes, dresses hats and anything else she wore. Continue reading Slave Stephens holiday treat

One Saturday morning I was, as usual, thinking of the Online Mistress. It wasn’t long before I was stretched out on my bed, naked and pumping my cock as hard as I could. As I was building to a glorious climax my phone began to ring. At first I ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away or leave a message, but as it kept ringing I became distracted, and lost my concentration. Irritated I picked up the phone and said rather tersely, “Hello!”. There was a pause followed by a familiar voice which turned my blood ice cold. “Slave! It’s me, Online Mistress. I want to see you in 1 hour at this address….” , an address followed by the words “…now get moving!” this was followed by a click as the phone went dead.