Ever wonder what kind of a man lets himself become a woman’s slave?

Well, I’m that kind of man. And I let it happen because it’s mostly pure heaven.

I’m the thirty-four-year-old slave of a willful, bossy, often bad-tempered twenty-three-year-old brown-haired bitch named Trisha. However, she also happens to be a knockout, a part-time figure model and show girl. I am also her lapdog, house pet, piglet, or anything else she chooses to call me, and I come, whenever and whatever she calls me.

Like if Trisha is watching TV and she snaps her fingers and says, “Here, pussy slave,” I practically get rug burn scooting over beside her on the floor. Then she’ll hike up her miniskirt or peel down her jeans, straddle my face with her luscious thighs, grab hold of my ears and... Read More