{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story.  After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.} As we make our way through the halls to the dining room, i get a little better at managing the walk, and at responding to the direction of his crop.  We begin … Continue reading i imagine (10)

{If you're just starting to read now, here's the beginning of this story.  After that beginning, it's all "i imagine" by the numbers.} My room is sparse.  i decorated it myself, mostly, and i love it.  Like a college dorm room, there are two twin beds, each with its own tiny closet and dresser drawers, … Continue reading i imagine (9)

i don't know what to say, all i can think is that i've been open and honest and now it turns out he doesn't want me, doesn't think i have anything to offer him.  My throat is so tight i couldn't talk if he tried to make me, and my chest hurts and if i … Continue reading i imagine (8)

i'm still reeling from the spanking, and have fallen deep into that submissive space where i can no longer think straight, or really think at all.  i'm desperately longing for more touch, but i also want desperately to please Sir Martin. So when he says, "I'll ask you again.  In terms of what you need … Continue reading i imagine (7)

"Oh," i'm so relieved, i know the answer to this question.  "i come here because of all that other stuff!  The yoga and meditation classes and the support group, even the foreced gardening."  i laugh at the thought of my pathetic gardening skills. "i love submission, but no, i wouldn't come here just for that.  i'm … Continue reading i imagine (6)

Sir Martin pulls me to my feet, a hand on my arm, a hand in my hair, he holds me close.  "Yes," he says.  "Yes, you may enter, and yes, I'll do those things."  He looks to David, "What do we do next?  Is there more protocol?" David shakes his head, "Not now," he says. … Continue reading i imagine (5)