One of the comments on my poem yesterday was from David, over at Dispatches from Dystopia. David and I have known each other a long time and have seen each other go through all kinds of changes over the years. His comment really hit home with me. He said: "This is a proclamation that passion … Continue reading Thoughts on Submission
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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
“Take Care” Step Three
He was waiting for my answer, and I wanted to answer, but I was so shocked and embarrassed and - well, turned on, I was really hot. All those feelings just froze me. He laughed. “Alina. Look at me.” Slowly, I raised my eyes to his, and in that moment, all my concerns slipped away. … Continue reading “Take Care” Step Three
“Take Care” Step Two
HIs words lingered in the air. “Good girl.” I bit my lower lip, embarrassed at the rush of pleasure those words gave me. I couldn’t look at him, I knew he was watching me, but I don’t want him to see my reaction. We sat in silence while I carefully avoided eye contact and tried … Continue reading “Take Care” Step Two
The Man Behind the Desk
The man behind the desk shook his head, looked up at the girl sitting in his study watching him. Wearing a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and heels, she looked like a secretary. She even had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and glasses. But she was not a secretary. The man behind … Continue reading The Man Behind the Desk
The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Man
”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man
Rebooting…
She waited anxiously, trying to slow her breathing. 'They probably won't take me anyway,' she thought. 'Who knows how many candidates they've had?' She took a deeper breath. 'But they did call me in for an interview.' She felt her heart pounding. She was alone in the room, a small anteroom with a desk and … Continue reading Rebooting…
Wednesday and Sunday
Five nights a week, she got herself ready for bed, jsut like anyone would. Ok, it was a little bit different for her because she was required to write in her journal. She could write about anything she wanted, but her work needed to include certain elements. She needed to complete the page where she … Continue reading Wednesday and Sunday
Just a Quickie, Part II
"Yes, Sir," she said, cautiously, hoping he would remind her what they'd decided. She wished she weren't hanging upside down while he played with her butt. That thought almost made her giggle, and she added to herself, "hardly anybody could do their best thinking balanced over someone's lap, ass up, head down." But he was … Continue reading Just a Quickie, Part II
