{If you're just starting to read now, here's the beginning of this story. After that beginning, it's all "i imagine" by the numbers.} My room is sparse. i decorated it myself, mostly, and i love it. Like a college dorm room, there are two twin beds, each with its own tiny closet and dresser drawers, … Continue reading i imagine (9)
Dominants
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i don't know what to say, all i can think is that i've been open and honest and now it turns out he doesn't want me, doesn't think i have anything to offer him. My throat is so tight i couldn't talk if he tried to make me, and my chest hurts and if i … Continue reading i imagine (8)
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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)
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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
Olivia 