“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I’m just not feeling it. Ya know? I mean, all of the things happening, all the change, it’s just hard. I don’t even know what submissive means right now - what does it look like?” He looked at her, head tilted a bit, curious, as if he were weighing her … Continue reading Not Feeling It
Fantasy
We're Making It
My first five days of Home-Schooling ended quietly. It wasn't really home-schooling anyhow, more like unschooling, which is also ok. Well see what next week brings. Today we celebrated Spring Solstice even though it was a day late. My daughter, the grands, and me. We used my Himalayan meditation bells and the maraca, smudged with … Continue reading We're Making It
Stripped
No, not that kind of stripping. Not strip mining either. Today, I feel like our lives are being stripped down to the essentials. And sometimes less, of course. But if you are like me - fortunate enough to: Be healthy (so far) Have your essential needs taken care of and Be confident you can survive … Continue reading Stripped
Finding My Balance
It is only Day Three of this new life. Way too soon to know what I'm doing or what it's going to be like. It will take more than three days to adapt and settle into some comfort. The kids and I will settle into a routine. It won't be easy, but we'll figure it … Continue reading Finding My Balance
With Love Today
Today was Day 1 of no school for the kids. Turns out, my daughter is going to be working from home too, which makes it both easier and more complicated. But it’s all good. And the day was fine. The kids did well. We all survived. No complaints here. “Come here,” he said. She looked … Continue reading With Love Today
The Game
"Come here," he said, and she did, quickly, kneeling at his feet the way he liked. "Good girl," he said, with a smile, patting her head, and then smiling more since he knew she hated when he patted her head. She smiled back, refusing to react. "I want to spank you," he said. "And play … Continue reading The Game
The Massage
Lying on the table, she smiled as the hands on her calves massaged firmly, the scented oil warming her skin. She had never imagined herself in this situation, but so far it was lovely. The hands continued to work their way up her thighs slowly, and she moaned. “You like that?” It was her lover’s … Continue reading The Massage
