“Hey, whoa, hang on…”
“Oh! I’m sorry, Sir – I didn’t see you there – I’m just..”
“I know you didn’t see me! You almost ran right into me. Where are you going in such a big hurry?”
“Just getting more coffee. I wanted to get some more work done before you got up. So I was rushing.” She felt herself still poised to keep moving, like a cartoon maybe, suspended for a moment with her legs still going in circles.
“I see that. What were you thinking about – what was on your mind?”
She hung her head a moment, felt her body slowing down. ”I was thinking about what I was going to do next, Sir.”
He nodded, and if his eyes were smiling just a bit, she didn’t see it. ”That’s what I thought,” he said. ”And what was your intention for the week?”
She bit her lip, looked up at him, and sighed. ”Mindfulness, Sir. I was going to slow down, move intentionally, and be present in the moment.”
“Mmmhmmm. And how would you rate yourself on that right now?”
“Um, not good, Sir.”
“Below a 5?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wanted to giggle, she knew she was in trouble and it was not a bit funny, but the giggle was there anyhow.
“And what were the consequences we set for that level performance.”
“Ummmm,” she looked away, looked at the ground –
“Strip,” he said. ”Quickly.”
She obeyed quickly, most of the urge to giggle dissipating. She was still in sleep clothes anyhow. The top slid over her head easily, the shorts dropped to the ground. Quickly, she picked them up, folded them neatly, hung them over her arm.
“What’s next?” his voice was firm.
She sighed again,”Nipple clamps, Sir.”
He smiled, not a nice smile, the smile of a predator. ”Sigh again,” he said, “And we’ll add ten strokes with the paddle.” He didn’t wait for her to react. ”Get the clamps and the plug – the medium one. You have 60 seconds to get them and kneel in front of my chair. That’s plenty of time to take a breath first and move gracefully, intentionally.”
“Yes, Sir,” and she did, she took a breath and headed to the study. The toys were in a drawer next to his chair, it was easy enough to pull them out. She knew which ones he wanted, he had been clear about it when they had planned the consequence.
By the time he entered the room, she was kneeling in front of his chair. She had placed the clamps and the plug on her open palms and was holding them, offering them to him as he settled in the chair.
There was no “good girl” yet, and she waited patiently, eyes downcast.
Another minute passed, or maybe more, so long to wait…
He took the clamps and the plug from her hands. She dropped her arms, put her hands behind her neck as she had been trained to do, sitting on her heels, back very straight.
“Thirty minute penalty,” he said. ”I’m starting the timer now. We’ll do clamps and plug, then you can go to the kitchen and prepare my coffee. I have the camera on already so I can monitor your movements. Remember, moving with grace, expressing your submission as you serve me are the goal.
“Ten minutes for coffee, then we’ll take the clamps off and put them back on.” She winced, that would hurt, and he smiled again. ”Five minutes with the ruler, I’ll use it on your ass and the backs of your thighs. And then, if you ask nicely, I might let you worship my cock. THEN you get yourself some coffee and start working again.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, wondering what she had been thinking when they planned this. At the time, it was all about the tug in her belly, pussy clenching, and seemed like a good way to slow herself down. Now, it felt like a bit of madness.
And yet, she began the process of pulling on her nipples to prepare them for the clamps. He preferred for her to put them on herself and then he could tighten them as he pleased. And she knew that her cunt was already wet, longing to be touched… She looked, up smiled at him.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
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Seriously, I don’t even know why I write stuff like this. First of all, nobody’s got time for all that. Secondly, it’s way too extreme. I think. Isn’t it? Yikes… But fantasy is a lovely thing…
Olivia 
Well this might surprise you after your last comment to me, but I don’t find it too much. Though you are right, most people don’t have that kind of time. Maybe he was working from home that day, going over reports 😉.
I don’t fantasize about most of the things B does to me. I honestly don’t love them. That being said, they are a key component to growing our dynamic and I think for him the idea that I don’t like them is actually the point. Lol. I hate it, but say nothing and submit. Which of course leads me to a better place as well. The bigger the ‘ask’ the deeper the submission. ( um the ‘ask’ doesn’t always have to be physical for me either ). Much like the woman in your story, I often think when I’m waiting , ” Why the hell did I think THIS was a good idea???”. Lol.
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Thanks, Willie. I don’t know if I’m thrilled or scared that you don’t think this is too extreme. I’ll have to think about that.
I think it’s interesting how primary the feeling of submission seems to be for you. At least, that’s how I hear this. But I love that you too have those moments of “why did I think this was a good idea?!” 💜
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Yes, fantasy is a lovely thing 🤍🔥
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It is! Thanks for reading, and for commenting!! 💜
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Is it too extreme? Hmm….😈🖤😈
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Lol, Sir… okaaaay, maybe not TOO extreme. 🥰
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That’s a good girl. 😈😘
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I didn’t think it too much
It was a fantasy and we can always go a bit further there, can’t we?
Beautifully described and again full of sweetness and devotion.
Your posts are always a highlight
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Yes, that is the beauty of fantasy! No need to worry about it really.
Thank you – I’m always glad that comes through. And thank you for reading and offering such generous feedback!
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Can a fantasy be too extreme? As for who has time? What better way to make the work stuff a little more exciting lol. Love how she’s wondering what she was thinking one minute and totally in the zone thdd next. Removing the re attaching clamps … ouch!
Hugs
Roz
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It’s true – fantasy leaves lots of space for it all. And it would spice up the workday! Lol, I’ve never done that attach/remove thing, although I use it in fantasies. I imagine it would be pretty painful. 💜
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Yes, in fantasy so much is possible. Our imagination leads us to amazing places within us.
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I second a lot of other thoughts here, Olivia. Fantasy is great, but it’s just that, a fantasy.
I had one today that would possibly make for a good post, and I really should get The Garden Girls written up. They are not things that I most likely would want to experience in reality (okay, maybe the latter, because this girl LOVES to be of service 😉) but they make for a hot fantasy nonetheless. I’ve been thinking lately that it’s the same with my feelings towards orgasm control: it’s a great fantasy, but it’s just that for me – the reality is not something that I enjoy. The reality of true D/s does tend to be more banal than we want to imagine, don’t sweat it 😊
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Fantasy is great! And yep, it’s just that and we can’t know if we actually like it or not unless we try it. Well, I take that back – some things I already KNOW I wouldn’t want. But others are open to possibility.
Yep, hoping to read your new post soon! I guess really fantasy is a good way to begin to explore our own possible wants safely. Thanks for the insight, Helen. 💜
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I think the reason we are all here is get a buzz out of a fantasy we would love to take part in but realise will never happen for most of us. It gives us a lift for the day and that is all we all need.
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Well, I hope people are “getting a buzz” our it! I’m glad it gives you a lift. And I’m curious – why would it never happen for you?
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Olivia I would love it to happen to me but I’m 65 this year and at that age you become invisible to the opposite sex in the Uk. There are so few places for people my age to meet but at least I can still fantasise and love the stories.
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Oh, people get invisible in old age here too! But one of the nice things about the kink community is the mix of young and older folks. J and I were talking about that at the munch – it’s one place that people know that older people are still sexual beings. But I”m glad you’re hearing and glad you’re enjoying my fantasies!! 💜
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In my mind, this is what days with Sir would be like, if we somehow ended up living together. But the realist in me knows that days like these would probably only come around once in awhile. Recently, a blogging friend wrote to me that us gals with long-distance Doms probably got more attention from them than those subs living with their Doms. I had to chuckle because I know in my heart that the spirit of this comment is true. When you live together, the magic eventually fades, and real life gets in the way at every turn. But damn…it sure is fun to dream like this! XOXO
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Right! That was my fantasy when Sir X and got started together! And even in the best of our times, it was not like this. Pesky reality…
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Reality is overrated! LOL. Though…we know better. Living in the present is where it’s at… XOXO
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Definitely! The joy is in the moment. But fantasy is so much fun! 💜
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