Bound to the massage table, her wrist cuffs attached to rings in the sides of the table, Olivia was unable to get up or even try to protect herself from the belt. Her ass was raised, ankle cuffs fastened so that her legs were spread, leaving her most sensitive parts exposed. And she was completely focused on … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interlude 7
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Daily
A bit tired and head-achy this morning - nothing more coffee won't fix. Yesterday, I mentally wrote the whole next installment of Wicked Naughty, but this morning, it feels a bit overwhelming to actually write it down. I know, I don't have to write it for youall, at least that's what I think you'll say. But I … Continue reading Daily
Wicked Naughty Interval 6
Smack! Sir Jon's hand landed on her other ass cheek and she moaned, but relaxed into the sting. He continued spanking her, alternating cheeks. Bound to the massage table as she was, olivia could not escape the blows. And she didn't really want to escape. Sir Jon paused every few spanks and rubbed her ass, or ran his hand over … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interval 6
Submissive Reflections on Words
Sir Jon has been sharing his knowledge and experience on his blog. He posted three Dom Talks recently, Two Little Words of D/s, The Power of No (and other words) , (which actually includes a quote from me! ) and Subdrop/Aftercare, that have been particularly powerful and rang true for me. I encourage you to read those … Continue reading Submissive Reflections on Words
Playing On Retreat
A work retreat I had scheduled has given Sir Jon and me an opportunity to have time together with privacy on my end. This has been an amazing gift. Well, a gift to go with the gifts he had sent me earlier this week! I laid out the toys as soon as I got here. Every time I … Continue reading Playing On Retreat
The Spanking
She headed for bed with a heavy heart. Her optimistic expectations about a project at work had been dashed. She was disappointed and anxious and out of sorts. He was reading, sitting comfortably in his chair. "Hey," he said. "Come here," adding gently, "Please." She turned toward him, "Of course, Sir," and he saw the sadness in her … Continue reading The Spanking
Sunday Snippet
She woke up warm and cozy in bed, rolled over thinking more sleep would be nice. But just as she was about to doze back off, her eyes popped back open. Sunday! It was Sunday! What time... omg. Already 7:00. No time to waste lollygagging around in bed. (That made her giggle to herself - … Continue reading Sunday Snippet
O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
And finally, "Five," she said. Sir removed the ice from her nipple, which was still freezing, but he closed his mouth around it, all hot and wet, and she moaned with pleasure. He sucked and nibbled for a bit, and it was like he was tugging on a direct line to the heat at her … Continue reading O, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… (Part 3)
The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
"Selina came to kneel before him after her bath. Her hair was still slightly damp and she wore the caftan she knew he loved. He could tell something was wrong. It was plain on her face, and her head was bowed lower than normal. Whatever it was, he knew she felt the need to be … Continue reading The Punishment (co-written with Sir Jon)
Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
With her top neatly folded, and her arms raised, hands clasped behind her neck, she waited. Her breasts, of course, were raised nicely in this position, nipples still hard and extended, even she thought she might be asking for the clamps. The thought made her smile, but she tried not to let it show. Then, … Continue reading Oh, Please, Sir, Not the Clamps… Part 2
Olivia 