“Come here,” he said. Slowly, a little bit reluctantly, she walked toward him. “Good girl,” he said, as she got close, “Kneel, please.” She knelt at his feet, rocking back on her heels. ”What happens now?” He asked. She bowed her head, avoiding his eyes. “You check my progress, Sir,” she said. ’That’s right,” he … Continue reading Her Punishment
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To Please
"To please:" I wrote, very carefully, in my notebook. "to make someone feel happy or satisfied, or to give someone pleasure. I please by being obedient." I sighed. That was the third time I'd written it, and I still had 17 more times to go. In between each repetition, I paused to think about what … Continue reading To Please
The Softening
"I don't believe you," he said. He said it gently. It wasn't a challenge, just an observation. I almost smiled, but, "No, it's true," I said. "I'm just not feeling it anymore, I don't think I even am submissive anymore." He nodded, so I knew he was listening. Then thought for a minute, while I … Continue reading The Softening
The Dream
She woke up quite suddenly. Sat straight up in bed before she quite realized she was awake. She glanced around her, a bit disoriented. Her heart was pounding. Even in the dark, she began to absorb the familiar surroundings - her bed, her dresser, the walk-in closet with the half-open door - her heart rate … Continue reading The Dream
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
Just sit there (A Draft from the Past)
"No, just sit there." "Ok," i say, with a shrug, "I can ~" ~ but he cuts me off with his hand over my mouth. Gentle, but firm. "Just sit," he says. "That doesn't mean talk." i start to say "Ok" again, but stifle it just in time. He is reading, an actual book, not … Continue reading Just sit there (A Draft from the Past)
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
Rushing Through
"Hey, whoa, hang on..." "Oh! I'm sorry, Sir - I didn't see you there - I'm just.." "I know you didn't see me! You almost ran right into me. Where are you going in such a big hurry?" "Just getting more coffee. I wanted to get some more work done before you got up. So I was rushing." She felt herself … Continue reading Rushing Through
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
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