As Olivia was led down the hall, her wrist firmly held in Betsy's grasp, she felt as if this must be happening to somebody else. She was no longer concerned about being the one naked woman in the room, but she was a bit anxious about what was going to happen next. Sir Jon had prepared her … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interval 4
Fantasy
Wicked Naughty Interval 3 and Xmas
The two wonen standing in the doorway were not dressed in cute, kinky attire, they looked more like yoga teachers. Olivia felt even more aware of her own exposed state and moved to cover her breasts. Nora quickly stopped her, 'No, Olivia, put your hands behind your back, please, when you feel an urge to cover up. That's … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interval 3 and Xmas
Wicked Naughty Interlude 2 (& More)
Nora took Olivia by the wrist, and smiled at Sir Jon.”Let’s go into the small conference room and we can go over what services you want for your submissive.” Turning, she led the way down a short hallway and into a pleasant room. There was a desk and a couple of comfortable chairs to one side, with … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interlude 2 (& More)
Wicked Naughty Interlude
There are still things I want to talk about: - what is strength and do submissives have it and how does that work? Something about vulnerability, something about whether submission is a gift or not - and probably more. But after some comments Nora and I exchanged over on her blog, Finding Strength in my Submission, I wanted … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interlude
The Spanking
She headed for bed with a heavy heart. Her optimistic expectations about a project at work had been dashed. She was disappointed and anxious and out of sorts. He was reading, sitting comfortably in his chair. "Hey," he said. "Come here," adding gently, "Please." She turned toward him, "Of course, Sir," and he saw the sadness in her … Continue reading The Spanking
Sunday Snippet
She woke up warm and cozy in bed, rolled over thinking more sleep would be nice. But just as she was about to doze back off, her eyes popped back open. Sunday! It was Sunday! What time... omg. Already 7:00. No time to waste lollygagging around in bed. (That made her giggle to herself - … Continue reading Sunday Snippet
O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
And finally, "Five," she said. Sir removed the ice from her nipple, which was still freezing, but he closed his mouth around it, all hot and wet, and she moaned with pleasure. He sucked and nibbled for a bit, and it was like he was tugging on a direct line to the heat at her … Continue reading O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
"Selina came to kneel before him after her bath. Her hair was still slightly damp and she wore the caftan she knew he loved. He could tell something was wrong. It was plain on her face, and her head was bowed lower than normal. Whatever it was, he knew she felt the need to be … Continue reading The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
With her top neatly folded, and her arms raised, hands clasped behind her neck, she waited. Her breasts, of course, were raised nicely in this position, nipples still hard and extended, even she thought she might be asking for the clamps. The thought made her smile, but she tried not to let it show. Then, … Continue reading Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
Letting the Libido Loose
Libido: (from the Meriam-Webster dictionary). 1. : instinctual psychic energy that in psychoanalytic theory is derived from primitive biological urges (as for sexual pleasure or self-preservation) and that is expressed in conscious activity. 2. : sexual drive. Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Libido drives us to action. Sometimes, it shows up in achieving academic … Continue reading Letting the Libido Loose
Olivia 