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
Fiction
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
Free for 3 days
Carrie Benson is recovering from her great grandmother's death with the help of Stephen Benson and her friends. Stephen was her great grandmother's nurse at the nursing home. Carrie is drawn to his good nature, compassion, not to mention drop dead good looks. The kind of relationship Stephen wants is one she never experienced. Can … Continue reading Free for 3 days
Appropriate dress – fiction
Yes, it was my fault. I was in a hurry. I already had my skirt and blouse ironed for work and didn't have time to find something else to wear (not that it would have matter! The problem was still the same.). I should have done some laundry last night and didn't. It was that … Continue reading Appropriate dress – fiction
Testing the Client
My dominant is also my boss. Not an arrangement that everyone would enjoy, but it works for us. For the record, I was his submissive before I became his PA. Also, it was at MY suggestion that I become his PA, not his. It was also at my insistence that our personal relationship be carried … Continue reading Testing the Client
Pick A Box
"Go on. Choose." Janice looked at the three boxes and bit her lip. He'd promised her this. She'd been bratty and complaining, and so he told her that for three days her ass would be his, but that she would choose the instrument of torture. Now, she understood what he'd meant. She glanced up at … Continue reading Pick A Box
Collared
I absolutely LOVE wearing my collar. Whenever Milord puts it on me, the world goes away. All of the stress, worry, responsibilities. Everything. I have one responsibility. Just one. To please him. I have one decision to make. Just one. Yes or No. The moment I feel the kiss of leather on my neck, the … Continue reading Collared
Fall Rules – Fiction
Milord has decided that because he has a new job and mine has gone cray-cray, we need to simplify our lives. I totally agree. As a result, we are downgrading our Fall rules from our regular 10 to 5. Ten was becoming cumbersome, and many of the rules were repeated every season. Therefore, we now … Continue reading Fall Rules – Fiction
Anarie Brady 