Last summer I became a slave to a neighbor who is ten years older than me. She came home from shopping one afternoon when I was on vacation, and I helped her to carry in her groceries. She thanked me for my help, and I told her that I was glad to be of service. I jokingly added that her wish was my command, which brought a smile to her face.

Patrice is nearly six feet tall, with long, muscular legs, and on that day she wore cut-offs that failed to cover the lower part of her ass. When she turned and bent over to put away some of her purchases, I couldn't help but stare in appreciation. She turned suddenly and caught me staring. In a stern voice she told me that I needed to be put in my place. The look on my face gave me away, and she led me into the living room.

I was told to lower my shorts and lie across a... Read More