When he had finished my spanking, I was a puddle of submission, my body drained of all willfulness, settled into a sense of belonging. He owned me now and I would have done anything he asked of me. But I longed to taste his cock. Don't misunderstand, I would have loved for him to fuck … Continue reading To Obey, Part 4
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To Obey, Part 3
I had begun to think that Sir had lost interest in me, and started to feel foolish, posed like this, just waiting. Ridiculous, I thought, that I'm just stuck here while he does whatever. Is this what it means to be submissive? Cause maybe I'm just stupid, I dunno... I was so busy arguing with … Continue reading To Obey, Part 3
To Obey, Part 2
10 minutes in the corner doesn't sound very long, unless you're the one doing the 10 minutes. It seemed like an hour to me, standing in that slightly uncomfortable position, carefully maintaining the poseture he had set, waiting for the promised "good, hard spanking." I knew that I was supposed to focus on what I … Continue reading To Obey, Part 2
A Bit of Warmth for the Holidays
We were Face-Timing, my Sir and I. He was away on business; he'd already been gone a week, and it would be another week before he made it back home. I was missing him dreadfully. He enjoyed hearing how much I missed him although, of course, I was not allowed to complain about his absence. … Continue reading A Bit of Warmth for the Holidays
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
A Kinky Retreat – Part 3
He paused, his hands lightly touching the mask that covered my eyes. "You may put your arms down," he said, "Keep them at your sides." It was a relief to lower them, and I was tempted to cover my body, but I held them carefully out of the way. He removed the blindfold and I … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat – Part 3
Where Has All the Kinky Gone…
Yes, you have to sing that to the tune of Where Have All the Flower Gone. In case you don't know that song: https://youtu.be/jb2GiMSXJsg?si=1FSDbaqohQdQtk2c But maybe the kinky is still here... A Kinky Retreat, Part 2 I heard the doorknob turn, the door opening, and felt the cooler air from the hallway caress my body, … Continue reading Where Has All the Kinky Gone…
Updating…
I had intended to do a longer post yesterday, but I ran out of time so I just hit publish to get something posted. To feel present again. Today, I'm back with some updates. I have resolved my work/career issues. I'm not pursuing a private practice, not trying to offer classes or workshops. If I … Continue reading Updating…
