Do give me your feedback and comment about this story on or kik-swapnilfunSo to the story,After posting my previous story about becoming a slave to a... couple I got many mails from iss readers and there was this mail from shalini.She told me she liked it a lot and she is a dominating gal and she wants a slave you can serve her.Let me tell about shalini, she is a working women, age is 42 and with nice maintained body as she goes to gym regularly, big boobs and great ass. So she mailed me that she. They also lessened her pain meds to wean her off so she didn't become dependent on them. This is where my responsibilities become much greater, and things got pretty interesting. Until this point she had been using a bed pan, and my wife would go dispose of it when she got back from work each day. But now she was to make sure to get up and get herself to the bathroom when she had to go. The first time she tried this, I was heard her shouting for me from her room. There was a bathroom attached,. ...He was on a remote island. A holiday resort for rich men. It was morning, and his maid was opening the curtains. She was in uniform - a classic French maid uniform, except that her breasts were free, and she had very high heels. But he knew there were some sharp points where her heel rested in the shoe; she could not put any weight on the heels. It made her walk so very sexy, and he liked to see her suffer a little for his pleasure. She heard him move, and dropped a curtsey before assuming. " She replied in an accent that came from somewhere south of Atlanta. It was so syrupy sweet that on some women, it would have been comical, but on her was as irresistible as a slice of pecan pie, and, Darryl suspected, about as good for you. It was Mae West meets Tobacco Road with a lap dancer's instinct for stroking a male ego. "And let me guess, Sugar. Well, no guess, I've seen your handsome face in pictures, and your work. You are the Pulitzer Prize photographer and James's protégée, Darryl.