Last night, Sir Jon made sure that my needs for spanking were met. The spoon, the bath brush, even the red spatula I brought from home, were all put to good use. It seemed like he is learning how far to take me, pushing me a bit farther, and it was so, so amazingly good. And. That … Continue reading The Price of Submission
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Gifts Unwrapped
No, I'm not talking about actual gifts, not ones that come in brown wrapping paper or the ones under the tree. I've wandered back to the whole, "Is submission a gift?' question. I've decided it's a ridiculous question. After all, "submission" is a whole huge concept. It's a little bit like asking "Is parenting a gift? or "Is … Continue reading Gifts Unwrapped
Exploring My Submission
I shared this in a comment yesterday, but want to play with it a bit more today. “I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, … Continue reading Exploring My Submission
Submissive Humor
"Submissive: "Oh, no, not the whip, Sir, please, Sir, anything but the whip!! Dominant: (waggling eyebrows, Groucho style) Anything? Submissive: The whip, the whip!!" That is so old, I don't remember where I first heard it, but it has always amused me. I also don't know why it's been going through my mind the last … Continue reading Submissive Humor
Submissive Girl’s Poem
The submissive heart longs to be claimed. Shades of passion and possession dance in her mind, Yearning to belong completely, to fling herself into the deep waters of service, obedience, discipline, and yes, punishment and pain, yes, Sir, please. Her mind, sternly vanilla, yanks her back, pulling her away from the unfathomable depths of submissive … Continue reading Submissive Girl’s Poem
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
