"But - what kind of training school is it?" i ask, naively, i realize now. "For submissives, of course," he says, smiling at me, one hand fisted in my hair. "I would want you to go on Friday afternoon, after work, and stay the weekend -well, through Monday really, since it's a three day weekend." … Continue reading Training – Part I
Fantasy
An Open Mind
'What's on your mind?" he asks. Deep in thought, i say, "Nothing, really," but then i hear what i've said and see his face, eyebrows raised. My eyes widen, and i swallow hard, wishing i could take those careless words back. It is, of course, too late. "That's ten," he says casually. "With the crop … Continue reading An Open Mind
Maybe i’m not
"Maybe i'm not even submissive," i say with a sigh. He glances up from his dinner, "You've been reading other people's blogs again, haven't you?" i giggle, he knows me so well. "Maybe. Ok, yes." He nods. "Come here." i hesitate - i haven't finished eating either. "Bring me your plate," he says, noticing the … Continue reading Maybe i’m not
Sorted Out
"What's wrong?" he asks. "Oh, nothing, really," i say with a sigh. He raises that one eyebrow, damn it, and i quickly correct myself. "i don't know - no, really, i'm just out of sorts." "Feeling bad?" "Tired. A little bit overwhelmed. Just - you know. Out of sorts." "Sounds like you need to be … Continue reading Sorted Out
Goals – the next day
i wake up early. i lie there for a minute, trying to remember what's different today. Then it comes to me - oh. Yes. Oh. I want to go to the bathroom, but i can barely get out of bed. One ankle and one wrist are attached to the bed. i could untie myself, theoretically, but … Continue reading Goals – the next day
Goals?
"How much did you get done today?" His voice is gentle, not demanding at all, but i cringe. "Um, i did the dishes and laundry and made the bed, and i even straightened up part of the utility room." Despite myself, my voice goes up in question at the end of that sentence. Is that … Continue reading Goals?
On your knees
"On your knees," he says. i do it quickly. There has been talk lately of a training school, an idea that alternately excites and terrifies me - or maybe that's the same thing. But the thought inspires me to quick obedience. Besides, i love to kneel at his feet. He is naked under his robe, … Continue reading On your knees
Here
"Here." He snaps his fingers and points to the floor at his feet. "Crawl," he says, with a hint of a smile. i hesitate - just for a moment - but crawl? Alan and Mindy are here! It's bad enough that i'm naked, and the only one naked. Although, Mindy is barely dressed. Still, a … Continue reading Here
Stop that
"Stop that," he says. "What?" i look innocent, sound innocent, but i totally know what he's talking about. "THAT," he says, taking my phone out of my hand. "You have been on there for at least an hour now. Are you doing anything besides Facebook?" "Um, actually, um, no, no, Sir. " "I thought you … Continue reading Stop that
Letting go
"In the corner. Now." i would rather not, but i would also rather not get caned tonight, so i move quickly. Ok, it might take me a minute to get off my knees, i don't do that as fast as i once could, but having gotten to my feet, i move quickly. i am already … Continue reading Letting go
Olivia 