This is the second part of the drafts that I never published because I freaked myself out. It still does a little bit...} Master Joshua was holding her leash now. As she stood and turned to face the dining room table, she noticed there was a man already seated on one side of the table. … Continue reading Her Training, Part 5
Training school
Her Training, Part 4
Note: I was going through Drafts again last night, laughing at some of the brief entries I had started and book marking others to share here. One post was entitled Chicken It had two lines. I think I scared myself with my last fantasy, y'all. I do have two more parts of it - the … Continue reading Her Training, Part 4
Getting Ready for Training (A Draft from the Past)
"Open your legs, please," the voice is not unkind, but very firm, and the hands on my ankles are convincing proof that protesting is pointless. Lying on my back, a bit befuddled, i am slow to obey, and the hands push my ankles up and back, which raises my knees to my chest and hands … Continue reading Getting Ready for Training (A Draft from the Past)
A Kinky Retreat – Part 6
I didn't want to go the lunchroom, I didn't know any of the other people here and my head was reeling a bit from the sudden change in plans and new status. So I was relieved when Ms. Kirsty had lunch brought to us instead. It was a light lunch - chicken salad sandwich on … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 6
A Kinky Retreat – Part 5
I did not expect Sir Alex to tell me to put my clothes on. And he said it so matter-of factly, as if this were the obvious next step! I was hurt. Dismayed. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I bit my lip hard, refusing to let them spill over. "My clothes?" Of course … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 5
A Kinky Retreat – Part 4
I saw that he had pulled a small stool over in front of him. As I got closer to him, he said, "Sit," nodding to the chair, then added, with a smile, "Please." It was a wooden stool, three legged, with a very narrow back. The back was beautifully carved in an intricate design. The … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 4
The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Man
”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man
Her Training, Part 3
They had not gone very far before Sir said, “Stop.” Bethany had been following Ma’am so carefully that she almost missed the order, but was able to stop short of running into Ma’am. Sir adjusted her position - she had drifted a bit too far to the right. “You’re doing quite well,” he said, “for … Continue reading Her Training, Part 3
Her Training, Part 2
They had taken her dress, and now she stood trembling in her lacy bra, garter belt, stockings, and CFM shoes. Her mind had barely had time to register that it was a man and a woman with her as they had slipped her dress off over her head quite quickly. Now she was intently watching … Continue reading Her Training, Part 2
Olivia 