i imagine (14)

{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.} By the time Sir Martin leads me back to my room, i am trembling with longing, wanting more of his caresses, wanting to kneel at his feet again, and wanting to be allowed … Continue reading i imagine (14)

i imagine (13)

{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.} He leans forward, stokes her hair, kisses the top of her head.  i want to die. "I would make you cum," he says - to her - "but your Sir tells me … Continue reading i imagine (13)

i imagine (4)

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)

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

Stop that

"Stop that," he says. "What?"  i look innocent, sound innocent, but i totally know what he's talking about. "THAT," he says, taking my phone out of my hand.  "You have been on there for at least an hour now.  Are you doing anything besides Facebook?" "Um, actually, um, no, no, Sir. " "I thought you … Continue reading Stop that