WARNING: I am fiction author, writing BDSM erotic fiction and erotic romance fiction. Novels, short stories, and skills are based on my life as a black-owned white female. The erotic nature may be offensive to some. ADULT CONTENT! By reading the information in this site you agree you are at least 18 years of age.
As Master's plaything, I'm quite busy. We haven't meant to neglect the blog. But I'm compiling stories and writing new ones. We'll have the first book out in mid-July. I posted two of the stories here before. The other two are new. Gardening with Master is more fun and naughty than ever. At the end... Continue Reading →
“Hold out your hand,” the client said. Turning my hand palm up, I held it out for the tip he was gifting me. His thumb peeled off one bill from the rest. He grasped the crisp flat paper in long fingers, holding it aloft for seconds. Then with a flick of his wrist, he placed... Continue Reading →
“What are you doing?”“Eating breakfast.” I had been. I was walking upstairs to my bedroom to talk to him.“Something healthy.”I laughed, cleared my throat, and said, “Uh, yes, Sir.” I believe eggs and bacon are healthy. The fewer carbs I eat I maintain my weight and continue to lose slowly. I had toast with breakfast... Continue Reading →
Answering Sir’s phone calls is always a guess. If I don’t want to wonder what Sir will put me through, I shouldn’t ever answer his calls in public. Yet, I’ve never hesitated to do so.It was just after one in early November. I added my next doctor’s appointment in my phone calendar when Sir called.... Continue Reading →
I let my stare rove up and down, and then stopped and lingered. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it, but still, I held back. I wanted to take my time, savor the moment. I closed my eyes and inhaled. My mouth watered. I never tired of that familiar scent, the first flavor... Continue Reading →
Master's Playroom 