July 30, 2025 • 17 mins
BASED ON A TRUE STORY, I WROTE THIS LOVELY SHORT STORY OF A BREE VISITING A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE.. HIS LUST FOR BASTINADO AND FEET ARE FAR BEYOND MOST WHO ADORE THE TWO. I HOPE YOU ENOY IT.
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(00:07):
Hi, welcome to the latest episode of call me mistress I'm
your Hostess, Mistress Mia, and today I bring you Mistress mia's
bedtime stories. The story is a lust for
Bastianado with a new slave, andit begins one glorious Sunday
morning. I was awakened by my owner,
Mistress Mia, as she came into my bedroom.
(00:30):
She told me I was going to be ona little adventure today, an
outcall appointment with a client in front of hers.
I was perplexed as to why she would have chosen me, but I
didn't question it further. I didn't know what to expect,
but I knew nothing could prepareme for what was going to happen
to me that day. It seemed like when you wake up
(00:50):
from that soft moment of a pleasant dream and then you open
your mind to your surroundings, and then it occurs to you that
in some ways you've become someone's pet, someone's puppet,
someone's slave. I know there were multiple times
when I was under lock and key and yet she would whisper in my
(01:11):
ear. You are my puppet, my property.
You will do whatever I want, especially when I put my hand up
your puppet ass. You will become my marionette,
my slave. Do you understand me?
I really didn't comprehend at that moment what Mistress Mia
was saying, but I didn't know what she was thinking either.
(01:33):
By sending me to this man I knewnothing about.
But I soon realized that this was my punishment.
I was to go to a house on the beach.
It was tucked away from the world with unlimited privacy.
This did not bode well with my mental state, but with my erotic
needs to be pushed and used, this was looking very promising.
(01:58):
It was a dark coloured house with dark green shutters, a big
mahogany front door and a three car garage.
I could vaguely see shutters on the windows because of all the
trees with their branches looming over the house's
structure. It was very ominous to say the
least. I could hear the waves from the
ocean rushing to the shoreline, but they weren't visible.
(02:22):
The air was so still I was unable to even smell salt in the
air. Very unusual.
How strange was that? I was right by the beach, almost
as strange as this entire situation had already become,
and I was still standing outsidewaiting in my car.
I was told to park the car in the third garage where the door
(02:46):
was open for me. Once I was inside, the supposed
master was there to greet me. I knew I had never met him, but
Mistress said she trusted him. I'm thinking it was all one big
lie. Did she even know him at all?
I guess at this point it was rather moot.
I opened my car door and Master met me with a Hello Brie, come
(03:09):
over here into the light. He said.
You will call me Master today. I have spoken with your mistress
and it sounds like you've been avery bad girl.
I knew he wasn't wrong at that statement, but I had no other
choice than than to follow through and go with whatever
session he had planned ahead. Earlier in the week I had
(03:30):
mouthed off to Mistress when she'd caught me being rude to a
guest that came to the Manor. I tried to justify my actions,
but it was a far reach for my terrible behaviour.
My mistake was very obvious to Mistress and to me, but I never
wanted to admit it, just like I never really liked admitting
that I was really a slave. I always called myself a
(03:52):
submissive, maybe because it sounded sexy or maybe because I
didn't want to fully submit likea slave.
But here I was in some guy's garage in a condo with no place
to go, a lock on the door and a man that stood over me giving me
a very distinct look to instill fear inside my very core.
Take your shirt off, leave your panties, your corset and your
(04:16):
stockings on. Come and lay down.
Master stated and as I walked towards him I heard the electric
garage door close down and lock behind me from the left.
From where I parked the garage, the remaining space was empty.
Inside there was a boat winch mounted to the wall behind it
and eye bolts from the ceiling with an attached chain to the
(04:38):
wench. Looking around the garage it was
dark and dank, but I could stillsee some light coming through
the bottom of each garage door. Was this going to be my new
prison for the next hour or two?Only one could tell the plywood
table stood nearly 5 feet from the floor and by the looks of
it, I could tell there was some other device holding it up
(05:01):
besides additional plywood. I slowly began to lay down as
Master quickly grabbed my wristsand began putting thick leather
cuffs on each of them. I could feel the heaviness in
the room like I could feel the heaviness of the leather cuffs
around my wrists and my arms. Master then placed leather cuffs
on my ankles and attached the cuffs to 1 chain that was
(05:23):
affixed to the table. He then joined both of my arms
and wrists together and used a steel lock to attach my cuffs to
the chain that was attached to the boat wench.
Then from the right of the tablehe reached over and produced a
thick black latex hood with a built in ball gag.
Close your eyes, slave Master wants It's over your face, he
(05:46):
said. I complied.
So there I was, strapped onto a constructed table of wood on
some dirty old blanket in a darkgarage, wearing a lace dip
corset, black fishnet stockings,a pair of red Lacy panties and a
black latex hood to which I could see nothing in front of
me, nor could I breathe very well or at best, even
(06:10):
comfortably. It was only the beginning of my
torture. For hours I laid there very
still. I wasn't able to speak because
the hood on my face constricted everything and the ball gag
filled my mouth and throat and made it very difficult for me to
swallow. As the minutes began drifting
into hours, I began to hear a movement above me.
(06:32):
But all the while I was thinking, was this it?
Was this my punishment? Was this what I was going to
endure? Just laying there affixed to a
table where I was unable to move?
But as I slowly drifted off to sleep, I was awoken by footsteps
coming down the stairs. Wake up slave girl, it's time
(06:53):
for our session to begin. He said.
I began to panic, dreading of what could possibly be in store
for me, but surely it wasn't going to be nearly as bad as
things I had already been through before all of this.
I mean, at this point I had beenlocked in a basement for weeks
before I was unable to leave. Then there was that time I was
(07:14):
left naked in the middle of the woods with no car and no cell
phone to even find my way back home.
And even then I wasn't that scared.
But at this moment, the fear of dread washed over me like a
floodgate from a broken dam. I could feel his breath over my
face as I felt his hands run down my body.
I could feel his fingertips dance over my abdomen, down my
(07:37):
panties, over my knees, until his masculine hands encompassed
my feet and began gripping them tightly.
I'm certain he had a foot kink because of this moment.
As he was grabbing my feet and feeling each of my toes, he
began sniffing them through my stockings, placing his face
against my arches, breathing heavily.
(08:00):
It was at that exact moment thatI felt him lower the table and
as I slowly descended, I could feel his manhood being pressed
up against the arches of my feet.
Soon after, he walked to the topof the table and began cranking
the winch. I didn't realize the purpose of
the wench, but I soon realized that my feet encased with a
(08:21):
chain and lock at the foot of the table and my arms extended
above my head with my wrist attached to the rope, and the
wench master was attempting to stretch my body out completely
with each crank of the wench. It made a very distinct noise of
grinding metal in my ears. Crank, crank.
(08:44):
At first I didn't think I would feel much of anything because my
arms and wrists had already gonenumb, but then it happened.
My shoulder blades began to stretch and my ankles began to
buckle. Was this intention really to
pull my limbs from my body, or was this just this canker?
Was this even just a test? I didn't know.
(09:06):
Either way, I wasn't having any fun anymore.
It was then he whispered in my ear.
Don't worry Bree, we're going toget through this together.
Just lay very still and everything will be all right.
I began crying from under my mask, unable to really absorb
what was happening to me other than the fact that my limbs were
(09:26):
about to break again. I began to feel his fingertips
from over the mask and to my neck.
This time he began grabbing my throat with his fingers clutched
around my carotid artery. I began slipping away, feeling
nothing but emptiness, darkness.It was almost euphoric because
as the lights went out, my eyes quickly shot back open and I
(09:51):
took in a quick immediate breathfrom trying to fight what was
happening to me again. I began to hear the whispers in
my ear. Bree, it's just you and me.
No one will come for you and only one person knows that
you're even here with me and I don't think she's going to say
(10:12):
anything to anyone. Did I scare you little bird?
Do you want to fight your urge to come in your little panties?
Because I can tell how wet you are right now.
Again he reached my throat and the lights went out for a second
time, and then a third, and thenseveral times later until I was
(10:34):
unable to breathe. And then?
Then the room began spinning in my head.
Although I was unable to see, I could still feel hands all over
my body, unable to tell how manywere even there.
Then again, I felt his hard cockagainst my feet and it was
dripping and soaked as he slowlystroked it between my arches,
(10:58):
pulsating with each thrust, digging deeper each time to push
through, ripping my stockings and wetting my feet with his
rush of passion in each final stroke.
That's it baby. I know you want to be a good
girl for Master so you can come back and see me again if you
(11:18):
make it out this time. And you know I'm going to tell
Mistress Mia how good you've been for me.
I'll always tell her that. Just then I felt him plunge once
more against me and that wave ofexhaustion that pushed against
my legs. I felt his hands grip my thighs
and tear off my remaining stocking.
(11:39):
He gasped for air himself and came towards my feet and then
kissed each toe as he tried to gain his composure.
A few minutes later, I heard himleave the room once more.
However, he did come back a few hours later, and this time all
of my limbs were turning blue. I could just feel it.
(12:02):
I'm sure I had nothing left in me.
I was completely drained, completely exhausted.
How much more could I really endure?
I had no idea, but I was soon going to find out.
Apparently Master came back downthe stairs slowly.
He then began to crank the wenchonce more and I felt like I
(12:22):
could split in half. I could feel him looking over me
as he slowly lifted the mass from beneath my chin and placed
at the bridge of my nose. He leaned in towards me and
said. Slave, this is where things get
rough. Are you prepared?
(12:43):
How could I even respond to that?
Was there a right answer? God, I'm so confused.
I didn't know this was going to go on for so long.
I I thought maybe an hour or twomaybe.
How long could I have been here?I, I can't see any light coming
from under the doors. What do I say to this question?
Was it a test? I was frantic, so I just said I
(13:05):
don't know, Sir, you don't know.That's a pretty sad answer if
you aren't sure that you can go on.
So I guess the only way to find out if you're ready is to begin
and get to the end where I may break you, slave.
I was speechless, I was distraught, I couldn't muster
(13:25):
words. Instead I began to shake and
sweat and mumble from under my breath.
And then it began. I felt a cane tip against my
breasts, then slowly etched downthe sides of my body until it
was then swiftly hit at the bottoms of my feet.
It was abrupt and painful and itwas the first time I had been
(13:48):
hit on the feet. What could I say, what could I
do? I was helpless, I was at his
mercy. Please, I screamed, please no.
But all I got in response was silence and the swifter hit on
my feet. My arms were pinched tightly
together, my legs lifeless and numb, but strapped down and
(14:10):
tight. My feet started to burn, and
then I felt a leather belt beingslapped against me, harder and
harder as I wept, unable to control myself.
The strap was relentless as he continued to wield it against my
feet. Slap, slap, Bree, I told you
(14:30):
we're going to get through this together.
Remember, everything will alwayscome to an end at some point.
Then I felt metal, steel spikes on a strap.
It pierced through my flesh and all my souls.
And then I began to feel wetnesson my feet.
Was it water? Was it blood?
I didn't know anymore. Blow after blow he hit me and it
(14:54):
was like shards of glass cuttinginto me with every strike.
Harder and harder I could feel his lust, rage inside of him.
And then, and then it all stopped.
Just as quickly as it had begun it all stopped and then I heard
Master Disrobe unzipping his pants and then taking off his
(15:17):
shirt. I could slightly see his shadow
in front of me and then he came closer towards my face and took
my mask completely off and said.I bring you my cock, suck it
whore and make your master proud.
And with that I filled my mouth with his manhood and took it
(15:38):
down like a glass of water with every swallow.
And then he stopped again and went down to my feet and grabbed
my bruised ankles. I was so frightened of what was
to come next, but all I could sense was the hot breath from
his mouth as he slowly began to lick my souls.
I was so perplexed, yet so caught in that very moment of
(16:01):
feeling his pleasure for me. Then I felt his man meet against
my souls once more and then he thrusted against me and his rage
of lust as it swept over him like a wave of Thunder towering
over an ocean. He then quickly relieved himself
as he probed through my toes andjust as he did, I was left in a
(16:22):
puddle of thick goodness. The pulsating desires had slowly
begun to dissipate and what was once this beast inside of a man
that loomed over me? He was now a sullen, quiet soul,
leaning against my car with a dazed stare on his eyes.
Master, can I go now, please? I said.
(16:47):
He shook his head and ruffled his hair back from his forehead
and said. Oh of course, Brie.
Then he came over to the table where I had been for the last
several hours and began to unbuckle and loosen all of my
restraints. I was very much speechless, but
nonetheless appreciative that hewas finally releasing me.
(17:11):
And just as it all began with that electric garage door
opening, Master opened it once more and then assisted me to my
car. I didn't bother dressing again
or even putting on my shoes, butI just ever so slowly got into
my car, said a sullen goodbye and drove off towards Mistress
(17:32):
Mia's Manor. The end.
I hope you've enjoyed this and until next time, This has been
the latest episode of Call Me Mistress.
Hi, welcome to the latest episode of call me mistress I'm
your Hostess, Mistress Mia, and today I bring you Mistress mia's
bedtime stories. The story is a lust for
Bastianado with a new slave, andit begins one glorious Sunday
morning. I was awakened by my owner,
Mistress Mia, as she came into my bedroom.
(00:30):
She told me I was going to be ona little adventure today, an
outcall appointment with a client in front of hers.
I was perplexed as to why she would have chosen me, but I
didn't question it further. I didn't know what to expect,
but I knew nothing could prepareme for what was going to happen
to me that day. It seemed like when you wake up
(00:50):
from that soft moment of a pleasant dream and then you open
your mind to your surroundings, and then it occurs to you that
in some ways you've become someone's pet, someone's puppet,
someone's slave. I know there were multiple times
when I was under lock and key and yet she would whisper in my
(01:11):
ear. You are my puppet, my property.
You will do whatever I want, especially when I put my hand up
your puppet ass. You will become my marionette,
my slave. Do you understand me?
I really didn't comprehend at that moment what Mistress Mia
was saying, but I didn't know what she was thinking either.
(01:33):
By sending me to this man I knewnothing about.
But I soon realized that this was my punishment.
I was to go to a house on the beach.
It was tucked away from the world with unlimited privacy.
This did not bode well with my mental state, but with my erotic
needs to be pushed and used, this was looking very promising.
(01:58):
It was a dark coloured house with dark green shutters, a big
mahogany front door and a three car garage.
I could vaguely see shutters on the windows because of all the
trees with their branches looming over the house's
structure. It was very ominous to say the
least. I could hear the waves from the
ocean rushing to the shoreline, but they weren't visible.
(02:22):
The air was so still I was unable to even smell salt in the
air. Very unusual.
How strange was that? I was right by the beach, almost
as strange as this entire situation had already become,
and I was still standing outsidewaiting in my car.
I was told to park the car in the third garage where the door
(02:46):
was open for me. Once I was inside, the supposed
master was there to greet me. I knew I had never met him, but
Mistress said she trusted him. I'm thinking it was all one big
lie. Did she even know him at all?
I guess at this point it was rather moot.
I opened my car door and Master met me with a Hello Brie, come
(03:09):
over here into the light. He said.
You will call me Master today. I have spoken with your mistress
and it sounds like you've been avery bad girl.
I knew he wasn't wrong at that statement, but I had no other
choice than than to follow through and go with whatever
session he had planned ahead. Earlier in the week I had
(03:30):
mouthed off to Mistress when she'd caught me being rude to a
guest that came to the Manor. I tried to justify my actions,
but it was a far reach for my terrible behaviour.
My mistake was very obvious to Mistress and to me, but I never
wanted to admit it, just like I never really liked admitting
that I was really a slave. I always called myself a
(03:52):
submissive, maybe because it sounded sexy or maybe because I
didn't want to fully submit likea slave.
But here I was in some guy's garage in a condo with no place
to go, a lock on the door and a man that stood over me giving me
a very distinct look to instill fear inside my very core.
Take your shirt off, leave your panties, your corset and your
(04:16):
stockings on. Come and lay down.
Master stated and as I walked towards him I heard the electric
garage door close down and lock behind me from the left.
From where I parked the garage, the remaining space was empty.
Inside there was a boat winch mounted to the wall behind it
and eye bolts from the ceiling with an attached chain to the
(04:38):
wench. Looking around the garage it was
dark and dank, but I could stillsee some light coming through
the bottom of each garage door. Was this going to be my new
prison for the next hour or two?Only one could tell the plywood
table stood nearly 5 feet from the floor and by the looks of
it, I could tell there was some other device holding it up
(05:01):
besides additional plywood. I slowly began to lay down as
Master quickly grabbed my wristsand began putting thick leather
cuffs on each of them. I could feel the heaviness in
the room like I could feel the heaviness of the leather cuffs
around my wrists and my arms. Master then placed leather cuffs
on my ankles and attached the cuffs to 1 chain that was
(05:23):
affixed to the table. He then joined both of my arms
and wrists together and used a steel lock to attach my cuffs to
the chain that was attached to the boat wench.
Then from the right of the tablehe reached over and produced a
thick black latex hood with a built in ball gag.
Close your eyes, slave Master wants It's over your face, he
(05:46):
said. I complied.
So there I was, strapped onto a constructed table of wood on
some dirty old blanket in a darkgarage, wearing a lace dip
corset, black fishnet stockings,a pair of red Lacy panties and a
black latex hood to which I could see nothing in front of
me, nor could I breathe very well or at best, even
(06:10):
comfortably. It was only the beginning of my
torture. For hours I laid there very
still. I wasn't able to speak because
the hood on my face constricted everything and the ball gag
filled my mouth and throat and made it very difficult for me to
swallow. As the minutes began drifting
into hours, I began to hear a movement above me.
(06:32):
But all the while I was thinking, was this it?
Was this my punishment? Was this what I was going to
endure? Just laying there affixed to a
table where I was unable to move?
But as I slowly drifted off to sleep, I was awoken by footsteps
coming down the stairs. Wake up slave girl, it's time
(06:53):
for our session to begin. He said.
I began to panic, dreading of what could possibly be in store
for me, but surely it wasn't going to be nearly as bad as
things I had already been through before all of this.
I mean, at this point I had beenlocked in a basement for weeks
before I was unable to leave. Then there was that time I was
(07:14):
left naked in the middle of the woods with no car and no cell
phone to even find my way back home.
And even then I wasn't that scared.
But at this moment, the fear of dread washed over me like a
floodgate from a broken dam. I could feel his breath over my
face as I felt his hands run down my body.
I could feel his fingertips dance over my abdomen, down my
(07:37):
panties, over my knees, until his masculine hands encompassed
my feet and began gripping them tightly.
I'm certain he had a foot kink because of this moment.
As he was grabbing my feet and feeling each of my toes, he
began sniffing them through my stockings, placing his face
against my arches, breathing heavily.
(08:00):
It was at that exact moment thatI felt him lower the table and
as I slowly descended, I could feel his manhood being pressed
up against the arches of my feet.
Soon after, he walked to the topof the table and began cranking
the winch. I didn't realize the purpose of
the wench, but I soon realized that my feet encased with a
(08:21):
chain and lock at the foot of the table and my arms extended
above my head with my wrist attached to the rope, and the
wench master was attempting to stretch my body out completely
with each crank of the wench. It made a very distinct noise of
grinding metal in my ears. Crank, crank.
(08:44):
At first I didn't think I would feel much of anything because my
arms and wrists had already gonenumb, but then it happened.
My shoulder blades began to stretch and my ankles began to
buckle. Was this intention really to
pull my limbs from my body, or was this just this canker?
Was this even just a test? I didn't know.
(09:06):
Either way, I wasn't having any fun anymore.
It was then he whispered in my ear.
Don't worry Bree, we're going toget through this together.
Just lay very still and everything will be all right.
I began crying from under my mask, unable to really absorb
what was happening to me other than the fact that my limbs were
(09:26):
about to break again. I began to feel his fingertips
from over the mask and to my neck.
This time he began grabbing my throat with his fingers clutched
around my carotid artery. I began slipping away, feeling
nothing but emptiness, darkness.It was almost euphoric because
as the lights went out, my eyes quickly shot back open and I
(09:51):
took in a quick immediate breathfrom trying to fight what was
happening to me again. I began to hear the whispers in
my ear. Bree, it's just you and me.
No one will come for you and only one person knows that
you're even here with me and I don't think she's going to say
(10:12):
anything to anyone. Did I scare you little bird?
Do you want to fight your urge to come in your little panties?
Because I can tell how wet you are right now.
Again he reached my throat and the lights went out for a second
time, and then a third, and thenseveral times later until I was
(10:34):
unable to breathe. And then?
Then the room began spinning in my head.
Although I was unable to see, I could still feel hands all over
my body, unable to tell how manywere even there.
Then again, I felt his hard cockagainst my feet and it was
dripping and soaked as he slowlystroked it between my arches,
(10:58):
pulsating with each thrust, digging deeper each time to push
through, ripping my stockings and wetting my feet with his
rush of passion in each final stroke.
That's it baby. I know you want to be a good
girl for Master so you can come back and see me again if you
(11:18):
make it out this time. And you know I'm going to tell
Mistress Mia how good you've been for me.
I'll always tell her that. Just then I felt him plunge once
more against me and that wave ofexhaustion that pushed against
my legs. I felt his hands grip my thighs
and tear off my remaining stocking.
(11:39):
He gasped for air himself and came towards my feet and then
kissed each toe as he tried to gain his composure.
A few minutes later, I heard himleave the room once more.
However, he did come back a few hours later, and this time all
of my limbs were turning blue. I could just feel it.
(12:02):
I'm sure I had nothing left in me.
I was completely drained, completely exhausted.
How much more could I really endure?
I had no idea, but I was soon going to find out.
Apparently Master came back downthe stairs slowly.
He then began to crank the wenchonce more and I felt like I
(12:22):
could split in half. I could feel him looking over me
as he slowly lifted the mass from beneath my chin and placed
at the bridge of my nose. He leaned in towards me and
said. Slave, this is where things get
rough. Are you prepared?
(12:43):
How could I even respond to that?
Was there a right answer? God, I'm so confused.
I didn't know this was going to go on for so long.
I I thought maybe an hour or twomaybe.
How long could I have been here?I, I can't see any light coming
from under the doors. What do I say to this question?
Was it a test? I was frantic, so I just said I
(13:05):
don't know, Sir, you don't know.That's a pretty sad answer if
you aren't sure that you can go on.
So I guess the only way to find out if you're ready is to begin
and get to the end where I may break you, slave.
I was speechless, I was distraught, I couldn't muster
(13:25):
words. Instead I began to shake and
sweat and mumble from under my breath.
And then it began. I felt a cane tip against my
breasts, then slowly etched downthe sides of my body until it
was then swiftly hit at the bottoms of my feet.
It was abrupt and painful and itwas the first time I had been
(13:48):
hit on the feet. What could I say, what could I
do? I was helpless, I was at his
mercy. Please, I screamed, please no.
But all I got in response was silence and the swifter hit on
my feet. My arms were pinched tightly
together, my legs lifeless and numb, but strapped down and
(14:10):
tight. My feet started to burn, and
then I felt a leather belt beingslapped against me, harder and
harder as I wept, unable to control myself.
The strap was relentless as he continued to wield it against my
feet. Slap, slap, Bree, I told you
(14:30):
we're going to get through this together.
Remember, everything will alwayscome to an end at some point.
Then I felt metal, steel spikes on a strap.
It pierced through my flesh and all my souls.
And then I began to feel wetnesson my feet.
Was it water? Was it blood?
I didn't know anymore. Blow after blow he hit me and it
(14:54):
was like shards of glass cuttinginto me with every strike.
Harder and harder I could feel his lust, rage inside of him.
And then, and then it all stopped.
Just as quickly as it had begun it all stopped and then I heard
Master Disrobe unzipping his pants and then taking off his
(15:17):
shirt. I could slightly see his shadow
in front of me and then he came closer towards my face and took
my mask completely off and said.I bring you my cock, suck it
whore and make your master proud.
And with that I filled my mouth with his manhood and took it
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down like a glass of water with every swallow.
And then he stopped again and went down to my feet and grabbed
my bruised ankles. I was so frightened of what was
to come next, but all I could sense was the hot breath from
his mouth as he slowly began to lick my souls.
I was so perplexed, yet so caught in that very moment of
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feeling his pleasure for me. Then I felt his man meet against
my souls once more and then he thrusted against me and his rage
of lust as it swept over him like a wave of Thunder towering
over an ocean. He then quickly relieved himself
as he probed through my toes andjust as he did, I was left in a
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puddle of thick goodness. The pulsating desires had slowly
begun to dissipate and what was once this beast inside of a man
that loomed over me? He was now a sullen, quiet soul,
leaning against my car with a dazed stare on his eyes.
Master, can I go now, please? I said.
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He shook his head and ruffled his hair back from his forehead
and said. Oh of course, Brie.
Then he came over to the table where I had been for the last
several hours and began to unbuckle and loosen all of my
restraints. I was very much speechless, but
nonetheless appreciative that hewas finally releasing me.
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And just as it all began with that electric garage door
opening, Master opened it once more and then assisted me to my
car. I didn't bother dressing again
or even putting on my shoes, butI just ever so slowly got into
my car, said a sullen goodbye and drove off towards Mistress
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Mia's Manor. The end.
I hope you've enjoyed this and until next time, This has been
the latest episode of Call Me Mistress.
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