MP’s daughter is sick - one of his daughters, the one who lives far away. Cancer that was in remission spread - and the doctors are offering a fairly pessimistic prognosis. Of course they’re not always right, but she’s pretty sick. MP is tough, but you know. I’m worried and distressed, and she was already … Continue reading Sad Days and Me
BDSM
Just a Quickie, Part II
"Yes, Sir," she said, cautiously, hoping he would remind her what they'd decided. She wished she weren't hanging upside down while he played with her butt. That thought almost made her giggle, and she added to herself, "hardly anybody could do their best thinking balanced over someone's lap, ass up, head down." But he was … Continue reading Just a Quickie, Part II
Just a Quickie
"Here," he said. "Now." She looked up, startled. If he had told her to come once already, she hadn't heard him, but she knew she was in trouble now. Setting her book aside, she stood, and moved quickly to her place in front of him, slipping down to her knees as soon as she was … Continue reading Just a Quickie
Glitter Girl
”But, Sir,” she said, ”You didn’t tell me that I couldn’t!” He paused, a touch of amusement in his eyes. ”No, I didn’t tell you not to. That’s true. But I didn’t know you were planning to set off glitter bombs all over the house.” ”I didn’t!” she objected. Then she looked at the table, … Continue reading Glitter Girl
The Preparation, Part 4
She heard them talking as they approached the room, and she caught a glimpse of the waxer as she entered. In that quick glance, she saw that this girl was young, with multi-colored hair, shaved on one side. That made her a little nervous, but she thought, ”oh, stop, she’s not doing the hair on … Continue reading The Preparation, Part 4
The Preparation, Part 3
The spanking - well, the spanking and writing her lines and reading them twice, since he had her read them again after the spanking -all of that had left her in that state of submission where she was incredibly turned on and longing to be used. Sexually, maybe to kneel at his feet and worship … Continue reading The Preparation, Part 3
The Preparation, Part 2
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
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
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
Olivia 