Learning to Obey Winter Rules 2017-18 So the last time I broke a few (3) rules, Milord kept me in Punishment mode for a week. A very long, but amazing week. I've been good since then. Really. Kind of. Mostly. The thing is, I'm still not completely comfortable being displayed. Milord, on the other … Continue reading Still Learning to Obey
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TaTa Tuesday
Yes, it will pinch, something fierce, I'm afraid. But you covered yourself from my eyes, didn't you. You wore a bland, beige bra when I specifically told you to come to me wearing only your sweater and skirt and stockings and heels. You defied me. Intentionally. That's right, my darling. Beg all you want. Until I … Continue reading TaTa Tuesday
Acting Out
I did this. I asked for it. Both with my words and my actions, I asked, no begged, for this. When King invited me along with him to his conference I eagerly accepted. He told me that a condition would be that I obey his every command, which I certainly agreed to. We would be … Continue reading Acting Out
Vegan BDSM
King has decided that we will go to a plant based diet - vegan. I'm all for this. In fact, it was my idea. I did not, though, realize just how difficult this change in lifestyle would be! King always goes all out and this is no exception. We will wear, use, play with, eat, … Continue reading Vegan BDSM
Do it
Just do it like you like it, like you have always imagined. DO NOT ask me - just tell me. If I want to stop, I'll safeword out. Plan want you want to do to me. You know what I like, what I need. If that is what you want as well - just do … Continue reading Do it
I don’t want
I don't want to initiate I don't want to plan I don't want to shop at least not without your specific command. I don't want to think I don't want to know I don't want to anticipate at least not without your specific command. I don't want to arrange or light candles, or cook, or … Continue reading I don’t want
Walk of Shame
I was dressed dreadfully but to my Lord's specifications. No underclothing, as per his decree, and only a thin, black cloth wrapped around my body. It was true that the cloth was long and I was, technically speaking, completely covered with the sarong like garment. Nonetheless, I complained, vociferously, all the way to the art … Continue reading Walk of Shame
Superbowl Submissive
Last year for the Superbowl I was in deep doo doo. You can read all about it here. Superbowl Service This year, I was determined to make sure I followed all of my rules, especially after the last week or so! Learning to Obey I am proud to say, I succeeded. Last night, Matthew and I sat … Continue reading Superbowl Submissive
Falling Asleep on His Chest
It's strong, solid, soft and hard. I hear his heartbeat the rhythm of my life as well as his tat tat tatting away slowing with relaxation and comfort. His heat envelopes me just as his arms do. My heart beats with his. No, it beats for him. To hear the beat is a ritual. One … Continue reading Falling Asleep on His Chest
The Garden Room
Just as I had ordered, the room was filled with vases of roses. Hanging from one wall was also a wreath made from rose stems, including the thorns. Once in the room, I had Sara remove her dress then stand directly in front of the wreath. Because she was under voice restriction, she said nothing. … Continue reading The Garden Room
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