"No, Sir," I said, "It's not that I'm unhappy, there isn't anything wrong. Or not exactly. But - you know how ambivalent I am about routine. I love to be this free-flowing spirit who does what feels right in the moment, but then I long for routine and feeling more grounded. I seek structure around … Continue reading The Rhythm of This Life
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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
Her Training, Part 5
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
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
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)
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)
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