The two wonen standing in the doorway were not dressed in cute, kinky attire, they looked more like yoga teachers. Olivia felt even more aware of her own exposed state and moved to cover her breasts. Nora quickly stopped her, ‘No, Olivia, put your hands behind your back, please, when you feel an urge to cover up. That’s it, just behind your back like that. Very good.

Nora turned her attention to the two women waiting patiently. “Betsey,” she said to the older woman, a petite, trim woman with a silver braid, “This is Sir Jon’s submissive.” Then, to Olivia, she added, “Stand up now. You’ll be going with them for the first step of this experience. Ms. Betsey and Ms. Candance will take very good care of you.” Olivia notieced that Ms. Candace, the younger of the women, was watching her intently, and she trembled.

“Stand up now,” Nora ugred, and reluctantly. Olivia stood.  The urge to cover herselt, to hide behind her hands, was almost overwhelming. Remembering the earlier admonishion, she very deliberately put her hands behind her back. Sir Jon smiled at her, beaming approval, and Olivia shifted a bit from embarrassment to pride.

Nora had noticed too.  ”Oh, very good, Olivia,” she said. “That’s right, obedience will make this much more pleasant and productive.” Turning back to Betsey and Candace, Nora said, “Sir Jon has selected Package 3, so she’ll start with the two of you and then he’ll join you of course.” 

Betsey nodded, “You’ll let us know if he asks for any variations, right? 

“Of course. Now we’ll just do the commitment and she’ll be all yours.“  

At those words, Sir Jon stood and beckoned Olivia to come closer to him. Trembling, she moved to stand directly in front of him. “There’s my good girl,” he said. 

Olivia smiled too, the embarrassment slippsing away, the connection between them containing her, wrapping her safely in this moment. Nora, the other women, even her own body, all faded into background. 

“I’m going to leave you in their capable hands,” said Sir Jon. ”They’ll take good care of you. But I want to be clear, I’m not going to force you to do anything you truly don’t consent to. Do you trust me to keep that promise?”

“Yes, Sir,” Olivia answered quickly, happy that she could honestly say that. Sir Jon put a hand to her face, gently cupping her cheek, and she shivered with pleasure. She wanted to move closer, to melt into his arms, but she waited.

He released her and, “Kneel,” he said. 

She lowered herself to her knees, assuming the position he liked, knees open, back straight, hands resting on her thighs, palms up. ”Good girl,” he said. ”Do you agree to obey Ms. Nora, Ms. Betsey, and Ms Candace. as well as other staff members, as if they were speaking with my voice?”

Olivia’s mouth was suddenly so dry she could barely speak, but she managed to stammer, “Yes, Sir, I agree.”

He nodded, “Up, girl,” and put a hand out to help her stand. She might not have needed his help, but her legs were shaking and her thoughts were churning wildly. ”You’ll do fine,” he said, turning her toward the doorway where Betsey and Candace waited patiently. ”Be a good girl and I’ll be with you soon.” 

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It’s Christmas Eve, for those of us who celebrate Christmas. I thought about skipping an installment today, in honor of the day, but I was too curious to see what happens next in my story. Maybe I’ll skip tomorrow. 

The actual Sir Jon, my Sir, is keeping me busy and happy, simmering in a state of semi-arousal all the time. He has decided to make up for some gaps he sees in my toys and tools, and I picked up a delivery yesterday. It was a wooden spoon, the biggest, heaviest wooden spoon I’ve ever seen. I think it could be used by giants stirring a huge cauldron in the woods. However, it is apparently meant for – well, for bottoms. Mine in particular. Yikes!

And there was a g-string. Which makes me giggle. And blush. And feel a bit squirmy, you know.

So on that note, let me share this meme that I saw on facebook today, posted by the author of some great romantic kink, Raleigh Damson. Or is that kinky romance? Either way…

 The meme says “Dear Santa I’ve been NAUGHTY this year, but I have been VERY GOOD at it. And that should be worth something.”

Thank you, my friends, for being here, for reading my words, for commenting, and filling my life with connection. Lots of love… 💜