"Submissive: "Oh, no, not the whip, Sir, please, Sir, anything but the whip!! Dominant: (waggling eyebrows, Groucho style) Anything? Submissive: The whip, the whip!!" That is so old, I don't remember where I first heard it, but it has always amused me. I also don't know why it's been going through my mind the last … Continue reading Submissive Humor
Changes
If you are a new reader here, this may not seem like a huge big deal. But if you've been around a while, you have probably watched me struggle for years with my longing for a Dominant of my own. I won't rehash that story, but there has been lots of opportunity for me to … Continue reading Changes
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
Thoughts on Submission
One of the comments on my poem yesterday was from David, over at Dispatches from Dystopia. David and I have known each other a long time and have seen each other go through all kinds of changes over the years. His comment really hit home with me. He said: "This is a proclamation that passion … Continue reading Thoughts on Submission
Submissive Girl’s Poem
The submissive heart longs to be claimed. Shades of passion and possession dance in her mind, Yearning to belong completely, to fling herself into the deep waters of service, obedience, discipline, and yes, punishment and pain, yes, Sir, please. Her mind, sternly vanilla, yanks her back, pulling her away from the unfathomable depths of submissive … Continue reading Submissive Girl’s Poem
Juicy Bits!!
I had a whole different post planned for today, but the most exciting thing happened yesterday!! The book of Erotic Stories of BDSM, Kink and Fetish arrived in a tidy package on the tiny porch in front of our house. It was, in fact, two copies of it!! Y'all. I was kind of excited about … Continue reading Juicy Bits!!
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 