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
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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
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.
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
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
Maintaining Maintenance
It's been a bit since I've written about my Saturday morning Maintenance. King loved the implement I had made him Keeping Maintenance Interesting and decided to make one himself. he and a buddy had gone deer hunting last November. They shared in the kill, splitting the meat and the leather as well as every part … Continue reading Maintaining Maintenance
Bed Box – 4
I came back in to the cabin after relieving myself and quickly rinsing off in the stream. My nipples were perky and pretty as Milord had attached clamps to them before I was allowed outside. Even with rushing, they were hurting something fierce! I hoped he wouldn't make me wear them too much longer. I'd … Continue reading Bed Box – 4
Bed Box – 3
I woke up the next morning, tender in all the right places. I stretched, smelled coffee, and knocked on the closed door of the box. "Hold on, Love. I'm going to finish my coffee then I'll help you out and give you your spanking," Milord called. I waited, impatiently, because I had to GO!! I … Continue reading Bed Box – 3
Bed Box – 2
Bed Box confinement "Milord?" I queried quietly. The door opened to my box. I really thought I'd hate the bed box for being so confining, but really, it was more like a cozy little apartment, so I found it quite tranquil. Soft light filled the small area letting me know it was dusk. I must … Continue reading Bed Box – 2
Celebrating Imbolg – Our Power
Yes, we follow the pagan traditions of honoring Imbolg and all the other high days of the pagan calendar. For Imbolg (February 1-2) we begin by cleaning. Actually, I start days earlier by cleaning up any clutter, which shouldn't be much. We both tend to be neat. Naturally, I will be nude during this festival … Continue reading Celebrating Imbolg – Our Power
Anarie Brady 