This is the second part of the drafts that I never published because I freaked myself out. It still does a little bit...} Master Joshua was holding her leash now. As she stood and turned to face the dining room table, she noticed there was a man already seated on one side of the table. … Continue reading Her Training, Part 5
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Her Training, Part 4
Note: I was going through Drafts again last night, laughing at some of the brief entries I had started and book marking others to share here. One post was entitled Chicken It had two lines. I think I scared myself with my last fantasy, y'all. I do have two more parts of it - the … Continue reading Her Training, Part 4
The Softening
"I don't believe you," he said. He said it gently. It wasn't a challenge, just an observation. I almost smiled, but, "No, it's true," I said. "I'm just not feeling it anymore, I don't think I even am submissive anymore." He nodded, so I knew he was listening. Then thought for a minute, while I … Continue reading The Softening
Siri, Get Directions…
For what it’s worth, I am no stranger to u-turns and do-overs. I know there are people who seem to be born knowing what they want to do. I am not one of them. I think of myself as a wanderer, out here exploring new worlds. Unlike Christopher Columbus, I’m not interested in looting, conquering, … Continue reading Siri, Get Directions…
Wednesdays and Sundays II (A Draft From the Past)
She waited, her tongue extended, for what seemed like a long time. He stroked his cock, watching her watch him. Finally - “Lick,” he said. She began licking the head of his cock, with the flat of her tongue, as if he were her own personal ice cream cone, savoring each taste. Once his cock … Continue reading Wednesdays and Sundays II (A Draft From the Past)
Just sit there (A Draft from the Past)
"No, just sit there." "Ok," i say, with a shrug, "I can ~" ~ but he cuts me off with his hand over my mouth. Gentle, but firm. "Just sit," he says. "That doesn't mean talk." i start to say "Ok" again, but stifle it just in time. He is reading, an actual book, not … Continue reading Just sit there (A Draft from the Past)
Getting Ready for Training (A Draft from the Past)
"Open your legs, please," the voice is not unkind, but very firm, and the hands on my ankles are convincing proof that protesting is pointless. Lying on my back, a bit befuddled, i am slow to obey, and the hands push my ankles up and back, which raises my knees to my chest and hands … Continue reading Getting Ready for Training (A Draft from the Past)
Training of a Submissive
He reaches in his tool box. “These are nipple clamps,” He says, holding them out like Exhibit A. Adjustable nipple clamps with spring action “Here,” he hands them to me, “Look at them. Take your time. Really get to know them.” The chain makes a little noise as it pools in my hand, and that … Continue reading Training of a Submissive
At His Feet, Part 2
It seemed like I stood there for a very long time, but it was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. I thought about the many time he had me stand in the foyer just like this. Twelve years we’d been together, and I loved him so much more now than when we had begun. I … Continue reading At His Feet, Part 2
At His Feet
Another successful group, I thought, as it almost always is. I looked across the room at Sir Kevin. He was seated at the head of the Doms' table, while I headed the table of submissives of course, for the monthly discussion group. Our eyes met and I smiled. My Master, my husband and my lover. … Continue reading At His Feet
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