i'm still reeling from the spanking, and have fallen deep into that submissive space where i can no longer think straight, or really think at all. i'm desperately longing for more touch, but i also want desperately to please Sir Martin. So when he says, "I'll ask you again. In terms of what you need … Continue reading i imagine (7)
Dominants
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"Oh," i'm so relieved, i know the answer to this question. "i come here because of all that other stuff! The yoga and meditation classes and the support group, even the foreced gardening." i laugh at the thought of my pathetic gardening skills. "i love submission, but no, i wouldn't come here just for that. i'm … Continue reading i imagine (6)
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Sir Martin pulls me to my feet, a hand on my arm, a hand in my hair, he holds me close. "Yes," he says. "Yes, you may enter, and yes, I'll do those things." He looks to David, "What do we do next? Is there more protocol?" David shakes his head, "Not now," he says. … Continue reading i imagine (5)
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My heart is racing; my mouth is dry. Being asked for my opinion like this is as bad as having to cut my own switch - almost a punishment in itself. Sir Martin waits, head cocked, smiling slightly, as if he's just interested in my answer. At last, i say, "Of course, Sir, the correct … Continue reading i imagine (4)
Training – Part II
i had not noticed that the woman who let us in had come back into the room. She is carrying a tray with two cups and what i imagine can only be a pot of tea. She sets the tray down on a small table and then turns to Sir Joseph. "What else would you … Continue reading Training – Part II
Training – Part I
"But - what kind of training school is it?" i ask, naively, i realize now. "For submissives, of course," he says, smiling at me, one hand fisted in my hair. "I would want you to go on Friday afternoon, after work, and stay the weekend -well, through Monday really, since it's a three day weekend." … Continue reading Training – Part I
An Open Mind
'What's on your mind?" he asks. Deep in thought, i say, "Nothing, really," but then i hear what i've said and see his face, eyebrows raised. My eyes widen, and i swallow hard, wishing i could take those careless words back. It is, of course, too late. "That's ten," he says casually. "With the crop … Continue reading An Open Mind
BDSM and me
i am realizing that i have a full-blown philosophy about BDSM. (In case anyone still thinks that being submissive means not having your own opinions - um, no. It doesn't mean that.) My concept of BDSM... ...requires clear, specific consent. You can consent to not having a safe-word, you can consent to non-consensual consent if you … Continue reading BDSM and me
So many thoughts…
i found a blog that turned the heat up on a bunch of ideas that have been simmering on a back burner for a long time. i'll link to it as soon as the owner lets me know he's ok with that. He is clearly on a mission, and it's important to me to make sure … Continue reading So many thoughts…
Sorted Out
"What's wrong?" he asks. "Oh, nothing, really," i say with a sigh. He raises that one eyebrow, damn it, and i quickly correct myself. "i don't know - no, really, i'm just out of sorts." "Feeling bad?" "Tired. A little bit overwhelmed. Just - you know. Out of sorts." "Sounds like you need to be … Continue reading Sorted Out
Olivia 