Yeti

Author's Note: This is (potentially, if all y’all ask) part one of a three part story covering Princess’s adventures over the course of a weekend here in the beautiful Bay Area. While this is a work of fiction generally, much of the content is drawn from actual situations, and I tried to keep it as realistic as possible. In addition, this is the first story I’ve attempted in the woman’s voice, and specifically solicit feedback from those of the fairer sex as to any problems or improvements you see. ...

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile. It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories. ...

Author's Note: This story is largely real. It is compressed and addended with a few of my GF/BFF/Mistress/Slave’s (flavor of the week? Love of my life. You choose the acronym based on who is licking the boot.) latest fantasy/plans. Enjoy, and do email me if you’ve got something you’d think we should try. Her eyes wide with a mix of sarcastic humor, surprise and perhaps a little disgust “…just know this, there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me.” Call it famous first words? A year later, her comment on my PA is a funny memory. Mel, my Mistress and switch, is getting me read for our little party. But really brief background is in order. ...