For what it’s worth, I am no stranger to u-turns and do-overs. I know there are people who seem to be born knowing what they want to do. I am not one of them. I think of myself as a wanderer, out here exploring new worlds. Unlike Christopher Columbus, I’m not interested in looting, conquering, … Continue reading Siri, Get Directions…
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Wednesdays and Sundays II (A Draft From the Past)
She waited, her tongue extended, for what seemed like a long time. He stroked his cock, watching her watch him. Finally - “Lick,” he said. She began licking the head of his cock, with the flat of her tongue, as if he were her own personal ice cream cone, savoring each taste. Once his cock … Continue reading Wednesdays and Sundays II (A Draft From the Past)
The Switch
"Bring me the switch," he says. "The switch, Sir?" I ask. He smiles, "The switch and the leather paddle now. The switch is soaking in the umbrella stand in the corner." "Yes, Sir," I say, and if I am a bit breathless, it is because the idea of a freshly soaked switch, so it will … Continue reading The Switch
Training of a Submissive
He reaches in his tool box. “These are nipple clamps,” He says, holding them out like Exhibit A. Adjustable nipple clamps with spring action “Here,” he hands them to me, “Look at them. Take your time. Really get to know them.” The chain makes a little noise as it pools in my hand, and that … Continue reading Training of a Submissive
At His Feet, Part 2
It seemed like I stood there for a very long time, but it was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. I thought about the many time he had me stand in the foyer just like this. Twelve years we’d been together, and I loved him so much more now than when we had begun. I … Continue reading At His Feet, Part 2
At His Feet
Another successful group, I thought, as it almost always is. I looked across the room at Sir Kevin. He was seated at the head of the Doms' table, while I headed the table of submissives of course, for the monthly discussion group. Our eyes met and I smiled. My Master, my husband and my lover. … Continue reading At His Feet
To Obey, Part 4
When he had finished my spanking, I was a puddle of submission, my body drained of all willfulness, settled into a sense of belonging. He owned me now and I would have done anything he asked of me. But I longed to taste his cock. Don't misunderstand, I would have loved for him to fuck … Continue reading To Obey, Part 4
To Obey, Part 3
I had begun to think that Sir had lost interest in me, and started to feel foolish, posed like this, just waiting. Ridiculous, I thought, that I'm just stuck here while he does whatever. Is this what it means to be submissive? Cause maybe I'm just stupid, I dunno... I was so busy arguing with … Continue reading To Obey, Part 3
To Obey, Part 2
10 minutes in the corner doesn't sound very long, unless you're the one doing the 10 minutes. It seemed like an hour to me, standing in that slightly uncomfortable position, carefully maintaining the poseture he had set, waiting for the promised "good, hard spanking." I knew that I was supposed to focus on what I … Continue reading To Obey, Part 2
A Bit of Warmth for the Holidays
We were Face-Timing, my Sir and I. He was away on business; he'd already been gone a week, and it would be another week before he made it back home. I was missing him dreadfully. He enjoyed hearing how much I missed him although, of course, I was not allowed to complain about his absence. … Continue reading A Bit of Warmth for the Holidays
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