Her Heart

She is kneeling, naked, of course. Wearing the collar, not the day collar, which is light and pretty and almost looks like any necklace, but the training collar, which is metal and heavy. There are three rings set into the collar, often one or more attached to a leash or to a set point – the bed, a hook set in the wall, on the spanking bench, even the floor. The collar is heavy, the metal cool on her skin.

Her knees are spread, opening herself to his gaze, to his touch if he chooses. Hands behind her back, no resistance, no hesitation here. Offering.

She is fully aware of the plug, filling her. Uncomfortable at first, but she is learning to accommodate it, and it no longer fills her with dread when he tells her to wear it. It is the one he likes best, the one with the purple jewel on the end. 

Soon, she thinks, he will spank her. Not for punishment, but for pleasure and to remind her who she belongs to. 

She knows he may send her to the corner afterwards, just so he can enjoy watching her stand obediently, waiting. She thinks that maybe today he will decide to take her ‘there,’ and it makes her smile that she still thinks of it as “there,” no matter how many times she has said, “my ass.” Then he will have had her every way. Anxious and eager all jumbled up together… 

She thinks of these words fom anais nin, “…His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot…” and smiles. Her heart is full – pleasure and joy, desire and longing, passion and pain – all jumbled together. I am his, she thinks, I belong to him. And he is mine. My Sir, my Master. 

13 thoughts on “Her Heart

  1. As always, poetic and beautiful.
    The imagery of the collar is strong and immediately draws you in to the post.
    Glad to hear the plug isn’t to be feared, but used for him and for his pleasure.

    Loved the idea of you being sent to a corner,

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    • See – that made me giggle too – that you love the idea of me being sent to a corner! I mean, I kind of like it too, obviously, but it’s funny, isn’t it? How this all works…

      Thank you for the kind words too. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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  2. I love the way you share a detail of the scene and then paint the character’s thoughts about the detail straight afterwards. It really draws you in, olivia. 😊

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  3. Beautiful Olivia, I could just see this and could feel her, the desire to please, wondering what will happen next. “Soon, she thinks he will spank her. Not for punishment, but for pleasure and to remind her who she belongs to”. A very familiar feeling!. I was never a big fan of the corner though lol.

    Hugs
    Roz

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  4. There is something about a collar that instantly changes the mindset. I wear a necklace that signifies my submissive journey – it’s not a day collar. Again we’re weirdo, boring married couple, my ring signifies everything regardless of how our dynamic has changed over the years .

    B has a collar that locks ( or can) my hands behind my back. I’ve often had tears come to my eyes when he has put it on. I’ve never really investigated why.

    As for in position with a plug ( I have a pink jewel one 😉) . I think it’s been a while since I’ve felt the submission from that. For me it comes from taking it out. I pray he allows me to ( and while that is still humbling- not nearly the same rhelm as when he does it 😬).

    It sounds like you’re ticking a lot of submissive boxes lately . How wonderful for you!
    willie

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    • I’m kind of fascinated by the idea of a collar that can lock your hands behind your back -that sounds very intense, in a good way maybe. But i can see why tears might happen, without understanding why.

      Yes, a collar carries a certain feel, no doubt. But I have to laugh at your ‘weirdo, boring married couple”. I’ll give you “weirdo” maybe – just a tiny bit – but boring? Bwhahaha – seems unlikely. Those of us in the blogosphere know better.

      💜

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