Theresa wanted to grunt as her back bent and the ache in her calves intensified. But she hates it when I grunt… No, this little ‘mistress’ of hers demanded smiles and enthusiastic supplication, even after her ‘old girl’ spent a night balanced on the balls of her feet strung up from the ceiling beside her pretty pink canopy bed. Where the hell does a kid get chains, anyway!? She knew the answer to that too – Amazon. She knew because the mistress told her, with surprising delight, every time she made an online purchase – the older woman would flinch every time her cell phone buzzed, repeatedly, day in and day out, with pictures of the newest torture device that was already being packed and shipped for same day delivery. How could she get any work done between the hours of 9 and 5 while visions of a paddle descending flickered through her mind, keeping her face flushed and her sex slick all day, every day?

Triumphantly, she swallowed the grunt and set to her task. Theresa gripped the strands of blonde that hung from her head and used them to scrub the smell of sex from the floor. Above her, the little devil she’d somehow fallen in love with chirped with glee. This was not the first time she’d been ordered to soak the fallen droplets from the floor. And probably not the last Soon, the floor was clean. That would make her mistress happy… oh please let that make her happy…

Her chin felt the urging toe beneath it and she raised those baby blues skyward to regard her goddess. Smiling back at her was all the youthful exuberance of a teenaged girl bedecked in leather and lace bought with Theresa’s own credit card.

How did it come to this?

The day job was suffering, but that was ok – they wouldn’t fire her after 20 years of valued service for a few months of half assed work, would they? The marriage… well, that was another story. Theresa wanted to hold Paul close and tell him… Tell him what, you dumb slut? That she’d broken their marriage vows? That she hadn’t fucked him in a month because she was no longer permitted? That she’d traded a house and lawn and a two car garage for a lover that left her lapping at a bare slit while the younger one played on her cell phone? Or that you love her… That would be the hardest thing to say… that she’d never felt more alive in her life than in the moment where her face was ridden or her tunnel tormented.

Instead of standing up and storming out like any other middle aged mother of three would have done, Theresa gave herself into service and made the little queen moan…

Whew, so ok, the fine print… The relationship is negotiable so long as a tall, older lady somehow finds herself in a loving but harsh 24/7 situation with a petite younger girl. Major turn offs: Bathroom, blood, gore, death, etc. Negotiable turn offs: Feet, public humiliation

Everything else is on the table but if it’s off the wall, maybe throw it out there (out of character) first?

Guys are more than welcome to play as long as they can convincingly play a teenaged girl.

Lastly, I really want to write. So the more competent your prose the more priority I’m putting to it. I love being lost in a word frenzy!