Even writing carefully, in her best handwriting, it didn't take her long to complete the assignment. The words seemed to expand somehow, until it felt like they took up all the space in her mind. He had waited nearby, and when she put down the pen, he was by her side fairly quickly. Looking over … Continue reading The Preparation, Part 2
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The Preparation
"Are you arguing with me?" he asked. Eyebrows raised, he almost sounded amused, but she knew it was a fine veneer of amusement. Underneath it was the expectation that she would obey. "No, Sir, not really - not arguing," she said. "Just - I don't understand why -" His laughter stopped her in mid sentence. … Continue reading The Preparation
A Day of Thanks
Y'all might not know it from my presence here, but I'm a bit of a Pollyanna. I say that with pride these days, although it used to make me feel silly. But Pollyanna was a child who knew sorrow at an early age and had developed her own strategy (with the help of her father) … Continue reading A Day of Thanks
On Strike
You know, I might have said this here before. Because my life spirals round and round, I find myself in almost the same spots over and over again. For example, there's a meme going around FB that I keep starting to comment on or repost and disagree with. I had my commentary all prepared in … Continue reading On Strike
Just When I Thought My Submission Was Dead…
Just when I thought my submission was dead, I was scrolling through FB, in my relatively vanilla, real life persona, and ran across this. This was a post from a group I belong to that is not labeled BDSM, that has thousands of members. The post got 3.3 K likes and 267 comments, most of … Continue reading Just When I Thought My Submission Was Dead…
The Imperfect Pleasure of Privilege
I played with a lot of titles for this post. Gently laughing at myself, I considered "Complaints of Privilege, from Just Another White Girl," but I thought other people might not get the self-deprecating humor. I considered "Seeking Perfection from a Position of Privilege". Then, switching paradigms, I thought about "First Wife or Slave Girl?" … Continue reading The Imperfect Pleasure of Privilege
The Reclaiming, Part 3
This series starts here. He removed the nipple clamps quite unexpectedly. Overwhelmed with the pain of circulation returning to the nipples, she cried out, moved her hands to rub the nipples. He caught her wrists, stopping her from touching herself. Chuckled as she twisted, struggling against the pain. “Here,” he said, pulling her arms up, … Continue reading The Reclaiming, Part 3
The Reclaiming, Part II
(The first part of this started here. After the part about Celebrations.) He left her simmering for 5 minutes, alone in the kitchen, naked, on her knees. When she heard his footsteps, she looked up, so eager and hopeful she couldn't help it. He grinned, and said, "There's my good girl." He said it casually, … Continue reading The Reclaiming, Part II
Celebrations… and a bit of fantasy
Samhain, Halloween, and Day of the Dead all happen this weekend. Samhain: According to the internet, peoople celebrated Samhain, (pronounced "sow-win," which is hard to wrap my head around), to mark the end of harvest and beginning of winter. It was a pagan spiritual celebration that started October 31st and went to November 2nd, which … Continue reading Celebrations… and a bit of fantasy
The Pleasures, 3
Today, I made chicken vegetable soup. I don’t think it’s as good as the last time I made it, but it’s not half bad. I had it for dinner, with some fancy multi-grain bread from the bakery. Yum. I had some work stuff I needed to do and I did it. I got all the … Continue reading The Pleasures, 3
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