Friday Night

I walked into my apartment Friday night and saw this draped on my couch with a note: Be ready by 7:30. Everything you'll need is in the purse. Do not open it. Meet me in the lobby. No longer tired from my week at work, I quickly showered, did my hair and makeup, and dressed. … Continue reading Friday Night

Weekend Slave – 4

My whole body sore as hell Sunday morning. I groaned when the alarm sounded. Still, when I caught sight of my ass covered in tiny purple bruises, I smiled and ran my hand down my slightly tender flesh. Even though I'd only done it once before, filling the enema bucket seemed automatic to me. I … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 4

Weekend Slave – 3

I was again strapped down to the Spanking Bench, my ass pointing up, my head down, my legs splayed. Master had just added another HUGE amount of lubrication to my impossibly spread asshole. "Ready or not, here I come," he muttered and began to insert his glove covered fist into my anus. I cringed and … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 3

Weekend Slave – 2

Master ordered me over the spanking bench and began the cropping as I recited my rules: He will be referred to as Master at all times. I will only speak when asked a direct question, given permission, or to use my safeword. I will be in some type of bondage 24/7. I must ask permission … Continue reading Weekend Slave – 2

A day of Following rules

I've grown to love our rules, and I generally try very hard to following them. House Rules 2026. Here's a review of my day yesterday. 7:00 a.m. I woke up to the smell of coffee. I tossed on a robe and wandered down to the kitchen where Milord already had a cup waiting for me. … Continue reading A day of Following rules

Needing Attention

I stood, arms behind my back, grasping my elbows, chin up, legs spread wide. Mister removes my regular nipple rings and replaces them with a new set - gold barbells with attached shields. Between the shields are three surprisingly strong chains which, he tells me, are made of titanium. "The chains themselves are lightweight, yet … Continue reading Needing Attention

The Submissive

The Acolyte Laura had decided on a private ceremony, just her and Rick. He had left the arrangements, for the most part, to her. He'd given her a list of rituals he'd like to see, but had left the details to her. For the past week she'd been busy cleaning the house, the tools, her … Continue reading The Submissive

What was OLD is NEW again – 2

Ivy stood anxiously beside the sawhorse as Sir perused her purchases. He picked up the clamps first, tested them on the flesh between his index finger and thumb then ordered Ivy to remove her dress.