Sonya is standing in the corner, quite happily. She knows there are spankings ahead of her, there will be cock, in her mouth and between her thighs. “In my cunt,” she thinks, toying with the word. Just the sound of it makes her cringe, so Sir has started using it often, making her say it … Continue reading Her Friday Check-In, Part 4
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Her Friday Check-In Part 3
Sonya has only been in the corner for a couple of minutes when she senses her Sir standing behind her. "Open your legs," he says. Quickly, she obeys, hoping there will be touching in her future soon. Instead, he says, "I want to be clear about what you need to think about. Not your Healthy … Continue reading Her Friday Check-In Part 3
A Scary Fetlife Dom
I was having a conversation with someone on Fet whose profile said he was a Dom. One of the first things he told me was that many girls thought he was too rough. So I asked him what he liked to do. He shared a long list of things that included rope, fisting, wax play, … Continue reading A Scary Fetlife Dom
Her Friday Check-In Part 2
Sean looks at the ledger, shaking his head in dismay. Cup of coffee beside him, he is settled in his chair, Sonya tucked in the corner, and he wants to understand what's happening before he reacts. It's not just a couple of things she hasn't done this week. Usually, she doesn't follow some kinky routine … Continue reading Her Friday Check-In Part 2
Her Friday Check-in
It's Friday. Usually Friday is her favorite day. She and Sir do their "check-in," reviewing the expectations of the week. If there has been some infraction on her part, she accepts her punishment and feels better. But she's not looking forward to it today. Looking through the ledger, she sees that there are a lot … Continue reading Her Friday Check-in
A Touch of Fantasy, Part 3
She kneels between his legs, hands behind her back, mouth slightly open, her eyes on his cock. He strokes it slowly, watching her. Her nipples are hard and he knows that she is wet and longing for his touch. She waits. The plug, still nestled snugly in her asshole, is just uncomfortable enough to remind … Continue reading A Touch of Fantasy, Part 3
A Touch of Fantasy, Part 2
“Yes, Sir,” she says, but she waits until he pats his leg before she moves. Then she stands, steps into position beside him, waits again. He lets her stand a minute, runs his hand down her arm, touches her hip, her thigh. His touch is so impersonal, “as if I were a horse,” she thinks. … Continue reading A Touch of Fantasy, Part 2
Current Mood
What goes up must come downSpinnin' wheel, got to go roundTalkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sinRide a painted pony, let the spinnin' wheel spin https://youtu.be/SFEewD4EVwU A Touch of Fantasy "Come here," he says. "What?" She doesn't look up from the computer, finishing the email she's drafting. But when he doesn't respond, that gets … Continue reading Current Mood
Thoughts in April, Page 14
If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. He didn't leave her waiting long. He knew that she was suffering and he he wanted the pain to lift her suffering, not let it take hold and settle in. So he moved the chair to put himself in position, doubled the belt over so … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 14
Thoughts in April, Page 13
If you're just now starting, the actual beginning is here. She heard his footsteps, heard him walk by and set the tray on the table next to his chair. She didn't have to see it to know it would have an assortment of crackers and cheese, thin sliced ham and prosciutto, a small bottle of … Continue reading Thoughts in April, Page 13
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