Traditionally, on the third Sunday of Advent the pink candle is lit. This represents hope. In appreciate of this theme, Milord decreed that I would have a day of Hope - Hoping that is. He would be edging me all fucking day long. If I came without permission, I would be punished with a contrast … Continue reading Third Sunday of Advent – Pink
I like
I like the smell of you a bit of sawdust, tea, and leather. I like the feel of you soft but hard, smooth but rough I like the sound of you deep and throaty, a lyrical baritone I like the sight of you greyed around the edges, sturdy as an Oak. I guess, taken as … Continue reading I like
Second Sunday of Advent – Pony Play
Today, December 9, is not only the second Sunday of Advent, but also National Horse recognition day. Milord has combined both. Our Advent adventure began here in case you want the background. The Sunday of Advent – Bondage This morning, I woke up as usual, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and found this … Continue reading Second Sunday of Advent – Pony Play
Formal Affair
So we have to attend this formal thing for Milord's work. A Holiday Dinner. For some reason, I have no idea why, he thinks I may get a bit out of hand. Nonetheless, I mean, it's not like I don't know how to behave in public. I picked out a lovely (and very appropriate) dress … Continue reading Formal Affair
The First Sunday of Advent – Bondage
It is my day of confession, one of many. One of four I should say. Today, the first Sunday. The Sunday of Atonement. This is, of course, Milord's name for today, not the Church's. He's come up with a diabolical, wonderful, reflective way to prepare for Christmas, one in keeping with our lifestyle. Each Sunday … Continue reading The First Sunday of Advent – Bondage
Look! No Hands!!
No hands. That's the challenge for the day. I am not permitted to use my hands. No touching him (or myself). To make this a challenge in self control, Milord has also stated that he will not bind my hands. Mistake number one was rolling my eyes and moaning when he told me this. I … Continue reading Look! No Hands!!
Turkey Marked
So perhaps I was complaining a bit about having to go with Milord to his family's Thanksgiving Dinner. I wanted to have our own thanksgiving - one filled with not only food but frivolity as well!! Milord, and rightly so, pointed out that we needed to be with family on holidays. Just because I no … Continue reading Turkey Marked
Discrete, Public BDSM
Milord has very strong feelings regarding BDSM in public - as do I! BDSM is NOT for everyone. I can't think of one single thing - not ice cream, not high heels, not dogs - that EVERYONE likes, let alone something as personal and often socially unacceptable as BDSM. Besides, we both have a strict … Continue reading Discrete, Public BDSM
I kneel before you
I kneel before you because I choose to I respect you I am yours I love you it pleases you it pleases me It matters not a whit if strangers judge they are nothing while you and I are everything. I kneel before you because I must.
Three Days in – Disregard of Rules
Today was the final day of my forced orgasms (see previous post!) Have I learned my lesson? You bet your sweet ass I have! I'm exhausted! My clit is swollen and tender so that even that Milord as removed the vibrator and the harness holding it in place, any movement - even walking - that … Continue reading Three Days in – Disregard of Rules
Anarie Brady 