She stood, bent, her head and wrists locked in the pillory. She knew her guilt. She had tempted the Man. Flirted outrageously. Now, she was His prisoner. Wasn't this, after all, what she had desired? To be owned, taken, enjoyed by Him? This, however, was not at all how she had envisioned the end result. … Continue reading Pillory
Fiction
Fellatio Training
Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of … Continue reading Fellatio Training
Anytime, Anyplace He Chooses
Milord has, intentionally I'm sure, not commanded me to worship his cock for several days. I have, however, begged him to allow me to do so. It was two days before I could sit somewhat comfortably after I forgot the rule. Remember to beg. Today, he reminded me that another rule Standard Rule is this: SUBMIT … Continue reading Anytime, Anyplace He Chooses
National Humiliation Day
I had no idea today was the ver first National Humilate your Sub day. In honor of this, Master has decided that I should be well and properly humilate as often as as publically as he chooses. For the record, I despise public humilation almost as much as I love it. Yes, I hate it … Continue reading National Humiliation Day
Remember to beg
Please may I worship your cock.. Please may i worship your cock. Please may i worship your cock. This phrase is drilled into my head. I glance at the clock and note the time: 9:30. One of my fall rules was that if Milord doesn't offer me his cock at least once a day, I … Continue reading Remember to beg
Three and Twenty
We, like may DD couples, have a maintenance day. For us, it is the 23rd of each month. That is the date of our Anniversary, so on the 23rd of each month, we remember our vows to each other with Maintenance. Husband does everything in sets of 23. To begin, he pulls me over his … Continue reading Three and Twenty
Called My Bluff
This is my fault, I admit it. I brought this on myself. You see, I bed Sir that he would tire of me before I tired of him. I truly believed that he would run out of things to do to my body or that he would want to move on to one of his … Continue reading Called My Bluff
A Man’s Responsibility
Sometimes, a Man needs to take control. Like tonight. Missy was ridiculously bitchy when I got home from work, crabbing about one thing then another. I waiting all through dinner for her to lighten up, but she never did, not even when I complimented her cooking - which was delicious! - took are of the … Continue reading A Man’s Responsibility
Caravan Crack Down
I've written of my caravan here. Yesterday, I became reminded of Milord's rules regarding my sanctuary. Yesterday, I was reminded my I need Milord. Yesterday, I broke the rules. Today, I'm grateful for Milord's strong hand, strong rules, and strong love. As per our agreement, I gave Milord his invitation asking him to come visit me at … Continue reading Caravan Crack Down
Hands on Henna
My Man and I decided to try something new. I've always hated the idea of a tat and he's loved it. So, we compromised. Henna. He took me to a professional henna artist, chose a design, and a place on my body for it. My Henna, like everything else, comes with rules. 1. No one … Continue reading Hands on Henna
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