Milord has set up a challenge for me. He will insert something inside of me or clip something onto me for the duration of our one week Staycation. So, literally, 24/7 I will have something showing my submission to him. He began with a plug - a solid metal one which wasn't too big so … Continue reading In or On – Day 1
BDSM
Coloring the new Tat
People have many symbols for BDSM. The triskette, a collar, rope, cuffs. For us, it is the rose. Blood red, softer than velvet petals atop a sturdy, thorn covered stem. I wanted to surprise my Master, so I asked him if I could alter my body. Of course, he said yes, since he believes that … Continue reading Coloring the new Tat
Leashing – Part 3
Leashing – Part 2 When we began Leashing, I was hesitant. Now, even after the initial submind haze has cleared, I find myself wanting to embrace it. I woke up before Ard Ri' did, so I quietly skooted out of bed and made some coffee and a simple breakfast of toast and poached eggs. I set … Continue reading Leashing – Part 3
Hotel Challenge
Of course, I could have said NO, but did I? No. Of course not! That would have been far too easy. No, I said YES and I was damned sure I was going to stand behind my word. My Mister and I went on a short vacation - just four days in Vegas. During that … Continue reading Hotel Challenge
Surprise, Surprise
He TOLD me to surprise him. So I did. I showed up at his home wearing heels, a body harness, and a coat. Indeed I did surprise him, but not in a good way. "What the hell, Mona. What would you have done if that coat had blown open on the subway? You'd have been … Continue reading Surprise, Surprise
Anal discipline x2 – the ending
I was standing, stretching my legs. For the past four hours I had been strapped to the adjustable spanking bench with my anus alternatingly filled with cock, soap stick, and peppermint coated plug in between bouts of my bowels being emptied and my mouth being used to clean those said cocks. I have never felt … Continue reading Anal discipline x2 – the ending
Maintenance Saturday
Maintenance Saturday. I dread Saturday mornings almost as much as I look forward to them. Some things remain the same. Some change. I present myself in Husband's office, nude, hands behind my back, at precisely 10:00 a.m. I confess whatever I feel I could have done better during that week. He can add to the … Continue reading Maintenance Saturday
His pleasure is hers
I set up the room, cleaned it, fresh sheets, fresh flowers, cleaned ALL of the toys, cleaned my body - inside and out, shaved, did my hair, applied make-up. And waited. Ard Ri' is not one for subtlety, so spread liberal amounts of sweet scented lotion on my body and position myself on the bed. … Continue reading His pleasure is hers
Pride in Him
The clothes pins went on. Tight. Pinching. Painful. But the pleasure of his voice praising me combined with the pain cause a gush of pleasure and pride in my body. This is all part of my training. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Until he enters me, that is. Then, I explode. … Continue reading Pride in Him
Nip Training
Laure bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Every day. Every hour. Until she learned to orgasm from Mikah's attentions to her nipples. He would not touch her below the waist. He would not kiss her. He would not allow her to touch him. He would, though, pull, twist, and pinch her nips. He … Continue reading Nip Training
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