I can use my safeword at any time and stop this torment. I won't unless I absolutely need to, though. Why? Because if I do, that will show weakness. I am a submissive. I am not weak. Besides, I knew what was coming tonight, and I 100%, of my own free will, agreed. Sir, a … Continue reading Willing Training Tool
BDSM
Learning Self discipline
Straddle me, he said. I didn't speak. I couldn't. I tend to talk too much and ruin the mood, so I asked him to gag me. I climbed on top of him, straddling, then began to lower myself onto his erect cock. No, he said. I'll guide you when I'm ready. Then, he leaned forward … Continue reading Learning Self discipline
Warrior
I am no victim, but a warrior I fight for my right to submit for my right to choose for my right to be who I am. I am no victim, but a warrior I fight to control myself to obey one who respects me to live as I please. I am no victim, but … Continue reading Warrior
Outdoor Consequence
"Walk with me," King said. Happily, I slipped into my sneakers and grabbed a sundress. "No, Love. Just the sneakers. We won't be going off property." I bit my lip and set down the dress. I hate this (but secretly love it). I feel so exceedingly vulnerable even though I know King will always protect … Continue reading Outdoor Consequence
Beneath the surface.
To look at, I'm a proper housewife going about my business. This is exactly the image but Husband and I want to present because, quite honestly, that is all anyone else needs to know. To this end, when I am in public I am always well dressed but not pretentions. I don't call attention to … Continue reading Beneath the surface.
All about that A**
Felicity loved anal. She adored how "invaded" it made her feel, how completely submissive she became the moment He used her anus, how explosively she orgasmed whenever He used her anus for His pleasure or if He inserted something into it. That said, she absolutely hated anal punishments. The humiliation of such punishments, though, reinforced … Continue reading All about that A**
Demonstration Class
"I'm waiting." I blushed, knowing I had a decision to make. I could obey or I could safeword out. The decision was mine, but I would have to make it quickly. I stood and lifted my dress, revealing my neatly trimmed privates to Sir and any who cared to look. I blushed even more, knowing … Continue reading Demonstration Class
Sir’s Slut
I glanced at the timer - not an easy task as my ass was in the air and my forehead on the floor of our bathroom. Five more minutes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was the second day of my "consequence" for denying Sir access to my ass for … Continue reading Sir’s Slut
Bossing the Boss
"6:15. Be Ready." I read the email from my administrative assistant, Evan. Evan might be my assistant during working hours, but he is also my dominant. Be Ready. That could mean a variety of things. We had a busy day filled with meetings ahead of us, so I knew it unlikely I'd have a chance … Continue reading Bossing the Boss
My Disciplinarian
His text was clear. I was to inform the doorman that I was there to see Mr. Kingly. The doorman would then use his key to let me into the private penthouse elevator. Once in the elevator, I was to remove all of my clothing, fold it, leave said clothing on the floor of the … Continue reading My Disciplinarian
Anarie Brady 