I am sitting on the deck of this lovely air bnb overlooking the river. Watching large commercial ships, a steamboat full of tourists, and little motorboats blasting music parade by me. Walkers and joggers too, on the walkway, never more than a few at a time. The street lights illuminate them, and I am hidden … Continue reading The Ritual – Release
Dominants
The Ritual – Enactment
{The first part of this story is here.} I begin with the wooden spoon, tapping lightly at first, then not so lightly, covering all of my bottom, even the sit spots. I have been given very clear directions: this should be a thorough warm up, but not last too long. When I begin to feel … Continue reading The Ritual – Enactment
The Ritual – Preparation
I bathe first, washing and rinsing myself with care. Trying to stay focused, not to think about what comes next. The implements are already laid out on the bed. The wooden spoon, the hanger, the belt, the tawse. And the dildo, the little pink vibrating dildo. He is not here, but he has given me … Continue reading The Ritual – Preparation
Deepening
I’ve been struggling to write about my recent experiences with my Sir. I don’t know exactly why I’m struggling. There are some things between us that are too private to share, but there are others that aren’t. But there’s not a lot of ups and downs or difficulty. And I’m not sure you want to … Continue reading Deepening
Taking Care of Myself
If you’re looking for a post on self-care, you are not in the right place. “Taking care of myself” is my preferred euphemism for self-pleasuring. Also known as playing with myself. Or masturbation, which I think is an ugly word for a very satisfying experience. Anyhow. If you’ve been reading here a while, you probably … Continue reading Taking Care of Myself
The Rest of the Story
I realized that my last post stopped halfway through the story. I finished writing it and was still a bit angsty. But that's not how I was feeling when I posted it. Before I hit "Publish", I shared it with my Sir. I do that when I write about him. He hasn’t told me to … Continue reading The Rest of the Story
All the Rules
I have rules. I started to say ‘lots of rules,’ but I don’t know what ‘lots’ means to you. I know it is a lot of rules for me. Not just random rules either. Not rules designed so that I’ll inevitably break them and get punished. These rules are for my own good. Seriously. My … Continue reading All the Rules
The Weekend – Part Two
The belt is the warm-up, although we pause between rounds. Stripped of my clothes, the belt folded over in one hand, I am slipping deeper into obedience and submission. Maybe it is a form of subspace, this total focus on doing what he tells me to do. He directs me slowly. "Put the belt down, … Continue reading The Weekend – Part Two
The Weekend
"Pull your pants down to your knees." "Yes, Sir." "Now your panties, yes, down to your knees. Now, lift your sweater. I want to see my belt." I obey. Standing in front of him, still wearing my sweater, shoes and socks, but exposed from my waist to my knees, his leather belt encircling me. "There's … Continue reading The Weekend
A Submissive Spirit
I am driven by a need to describe what submission is for me. You may have already noticed that, since that may be the heart of my blog. But there have only been bits and pieces of time when I was in a D/s relationship. The rest of it is mostly longing and fantasy. I … Continue reading A Submissive Spirit
Olivia 