Author: Mary

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Although I was a hardheaded kid growing up, I always remembered that what daddy says goes. That was something that helped me as a live-in nanny. I never disappointed Mr. Cox; he always loved that about me. He would come home, and I would be there waiting with my heels on, kids tucked away in bed, and his dinner nice and hot. I was getting older and more mature. He was teaching me how to become the best Domme, and I was teaching him patience. I enjoyed our time together and felt like I never wanted it to end. My birthday was coming up, and he had promised to buy me a new pair of heels I had been eyeing. He told me that if I learned how to tie him up properly, I could get them for my 19th birthday.

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Mistress Mary
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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.

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Serving the Kids but Catering to Daddy

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I thought the first year of college was going to be a struggle, seeing how my parents couldn’t afford to support me. My only interest was serving kids and catering to Daddy. I needed a job quickly, one that offered room and board and a hot meal. I responded to an ad for a live-in nanny. When I arrived at the house, a man answered the door. He was tall, handsome, and looked stressed. He knew right away I was there for the nanny position. He told me his wife was leaving for Spain for work, and he was going to need some help with the kids while she was away. He told me how much the pay was, showed me my bedroom, which was in the fully finished basement of the house. The house was huge. I basically had my own apartment down there. There was one room, he said was off limits, so I agreed not to go in there.

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