Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350
No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it. Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.
The Making of Mistress Mary
Once I entered the room, it was dark but warm with soft red lighting. When he sat me down in a chair and picked my bare feet up and sucked my soft pink toes, I lost control. Mr. Cox loved heels, he strapped some black shiny heels with red bottoms onto my feet. He proceeded to tell me he had secretly gone into my room to get my shoe size and had purchased them just for me, I was shocked. This would mean he has been thinking of me, too. I wasn’t experienced in walking in heels, so he taught me.
He said if I am going to be the woman he needs, I need to learn, so I did. I spent every day wearing heels. Servicing the family and catering to the daddy. Before I knew it, I was an expert and only ever wanted to wear heels. He then expressed to me that he liked pain. So, he saw to it that my nails were done every week. He loved the way I dug my nails into his shoulders as he devoured my fresh pink kitty kat. His face would always be covered in sticky white cream after he finished. Every moment we spent together, I learned something new. Before I knew it, I was developing into the perfect Domme for Mr. Cox. He would soon become my little pet, and I his Mistress Mary.