Milord takes Sophia on a D/s picnic where both find pleasure in more than food and drink.
Anarie Brady
Milord’s Homecoming
First, Milord pulled the dress off me. Ripped off the buttons and everything! Next, he ordered me to undress him and suck his cock. I was still wearing the chastity belt with the dildo inside of me, but I eagerly knelt and did as he required. I ADORE sucking his cock. Plus, I hoped that … Continue reading Milord’s Homecoming
Milord’s Displeasure
Sophia breaks a rule and must be corrected.
Holiday Implements – Pine cone
Charles held the pinecone in his hand, inspecting it closely. He ran his finger over the barb at the end of each petal and frowned. No, this wouldn't do
Holiday implements – Holly
Mary came up with a brilliant idea for the holiday season. she was an affirmed Spanko and was eager to try new implements rather than the tried and true paddles, whips, and belts that Charles usually preferred.
No one sees me
No one looking at me, a plain Jane with mousy brown hair, wearing a thick sweater, a calf length plaid skirt, boots, black rimmed glasses, perusing the library, would think that I am anything other than I appear to be, a nobody. No one sees me, really, and I love that. They would be wrong. … Continue reading No one sees me
Out, Damned Spot.
I am strong-minded, intelligent, self-sufficient, and a submissive. While this may confuse some, it makes perfect sense to me. I am not submissive to every dominant I meet. I am not submissive to every male. I am submissive only to the one who respects me, loves me, treats me as an equal partner (yes, submissives … Continue reading Out, Damned Spot.
Henna Collar
I agreed to a tattoo that is elaborate and covers a large part of my chest and neck. Yes, it's a REAL tattoo, but it's not permanent. It's henna. The purpose is two-fold. Colin, my dominant, is a tattoo artist. I, however, have never wanted a tattoo. He's had multiple requests for henna tattoos and … Continue reading Henna Collar
To Train a Wife – 4 – conclusion
Subscriber Content Asha stood beside the tea service, wearing sandals and a pretty sundress. Her hair hung in curls around her face and rested just below her shoulders. Her face glowed with anticipation. In just a moment, Vincent would walk through the door and she'd be reunited with him. She couldn't wait to show him … Continue reading To Train a Wife – 4 – conclusion
Eggs for Easter
BDSM Easter celebration
Anarie Brady 