"Come here," he said. Quickly, she put down her book and approached him. He was settled comfortably in his chair, a plush leather recliner. He was not reclining. She hesitated just inside the room, thinking he might need her to bring him something. "Yes, Sir?" "No, come here," he said, gesturing to the kneeling bench … Continue reading Guilt Free
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A Poem for the Day
There once was a Dom who lived in a shoeHis sub was so naughty, he didn’t know what to do.So he whipped off his belt, which filled her with dread,Spanked her quite soundly,and put her to bed. Good night y’all! 💜 Photo by Caleb Oquendo on Pexels.com
Master Says
"Master says stop," he says. I freeze - standing bent over, my hands touching my toes. "Stand up," he says, in his best Dom voice, and I'm halfway up before I realize he didn't say "Master says". But it's too late, he laughs. "Come here," he says. "That's three." Yes, we were playing a warped game of Simon … Continue reading Master Says
Rushing Through
"Hey, whoa, hang on..." "Oh! I'm sorry, Sir - I didn't see you there - I'm just.." "I know you didn't see me! You almost ran right into me. Where are you going in such a big hurry?" "Just getting more coffee. I wanted to get some more work done before you got up. So I was rushing." She felt herself … Continue reading Rushing Through
Punished
She was standing, arms stretched above her head, suspended from a leather leash that ran from her cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. She was fastened securely, and grateful that she was not bound too tightly. She hated being whipped while she was pulled up on her toes. "Ohh!" she cried out - she had … Continue reading Punished
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)
Glitter Girl
”But, Sir,” she said, ”You didn’t tell me that I couldn’t!” He paused, a touch of amusement in his eyes. ”No, I didn’t tell you not to. That’s true. But I didn’t know you were planning to set off glitter bombs all over the house.” ”I didn’t!” she objected. Then she looked at the table, … Continue reading Glitter Girl
Her Friday Check-In, Part 4
Sonya is standing in the corner, quite happily. She knows there are spankings ahead of her, there will be cock, in her mouth and between her thighs. “In my cunt,” she thinks, toying with the word. Just the sound of it makes her cringe, so Sir has started using it often, making her say it … Continue reading Her Friday Check-In, Part 4
When He Says No
It is the coolness in his voice that does it, the way he looks at me when he says, "No. I told you 'no,' and you knew then that there would be punishment if you didn't think I meant it." i can't protest, the gag allows only moans, noises without form. i bow my head. "Down," … Continue reading When He Says No
Disrespect
"...sheer disrespect." i barely hear the words, it's the tone that makes me look up from my computer, and then the words register, and i think, "oh, shit. i'm in trouble now." "Have you heard a word I've said?" "i'm sorry, Sir -" "Are you working?" "No, Sir. Not really. Just, um, just reading an … Continue reading Disrespect
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