Last night, Sir Jon made sure that my needs for spanking were met. The spoon, the bath brush, even the red spatula I brought from home, were all put to good use. It seemed like he is learning how far to take me, pushing me a bit farther, and it was so, so amazingly good. And. That … Continue reading The Price of Submission
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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
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i have shared this before in a variety of places, but just want to leave it here today. i always have to watch it twice, once because i'm mesmerized by the bodies, and then again so I can let the words register. Hope you enjoy it. (If you can't see it here, go to Youtube … Continue reading Trust
Olivia 