Caught by Nanny!

I’d noticed that several pairs of my black tights had mysteriously disappeared from my room.  I suspected my young charge, but had been biding my time, hoping to get some proof before confronting him.  He calls me “Nanny” but really he’s too...

The Birth of an Intelligent Domme – Part XVI

I lay over Tony’s back, still firmly lodged inside him, and caught my breath as he and I lay there, spent.  After I came back down to earth I flopped beside him on the bed (what was left of it) and watched the shadows on the ceiling.  After several minutes I...