Text messages between H and Racy.
H: Racy. Your Master is not pleased with you.
Racy: Master, what have I done to incur your displeasure?
H: A slave never asks questions - you should know that by now.
Racy: Yes Master. I’m very sorry. I am a bad slave.
H: [...]

You arrive on time and I hold open my front door as you walk into my kitchen. I had received my instructions by text earlier - ‘Your Master demands that you wear hold ups, boots and a smile.’ You stand in front of me and put your hands on my shoulders, slowly but firmly pushing [...]

It’s the middle of the night. Earlier in the evening we’d been out together and spent an enjoyable few hours with friends, chatting, laughing, drinking, eating. During dinner, you sat next to me, resting your hand on my knee under the table. Later, over drinks, you were more bold with your affections. An arm casually [...]