The evening began perfectly. The message on the bed read dress in the new evening gown. You won't be disappointed. I wasn't A beautiful gown, a handsome, attentive man, a limousine, champagne, exotic nibbles, even a string quartet. He held out his hand so we would dance, I thought. I took it and looked up … Continue reading No Shame
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The Disciplinarian
The Disciplinarian – Her perspective It has been some time since she has come to see me and since she requested meetings ever month only to break those appointments, her discipline will be all the more severe. Of this, she is aware and has agreed to. Actually, everything I do she agrees to or I wouldn't … Continue reading The Disciplinarian
It Isn’t but it is
It isn't the putting on or the pulling and pinching of each tiny movement. It isn't the tightening pull when they bounce with the rhythm of HIM taking HIS pleasure and giving the same to me. It isn't the roughness of the wood against the tenderness of my flesh. It isn't the excruciating pain of … Continue reading It Isn’t but it is
Happy St. Pat’s
My Master, My Ri' has arranged for a St. Patrick's day party! We have posted the house rules: Each drink shall be a saluted with the word: Slainte Everyone not wearing green will be subjected to pinching or spanking Anyone marked with a collar has permission to be used as a public submissive Clean up … Continue reading Happy St. Pat’s
Day 35 of 24/7 lifers
We have passed the point of no return. "No return" because I NEVER want to return to my old life. I am far happier and as result, more confident, than I have ever been. The other day at work, feeling Ri' with me via the belt and the sore ass, I told off an annoying … Continue reading Day 35 of 24/7 lifers
Day 18 into the 24/7 life
I slip my dress over my head and smooth it, feeling the metal of my now familiar chastity belt beneath. Ri' has taken away all of my pants and shorts. All I have left are dresses, skirts, and tops. I was not happy about this, but accepted his decision. That had been four days ago. … Continue reading Day 18 into the 24/7 life
No Wet Spot
He told me not to curse, not to laugh too loudly, not to argue. He told me to smile demurely, dress appropriately, engage in conversation. I succeeded - for a time, but then I drank one too many glasses of wine. Soon, I was cussing like a sailor, bad mouthing the president, snorting with laughter, … Continue reading No Wet Spot
Vegas, Baby.
I don't like this. I don't. But He does, and so it will happen. We are in Vegas for a long weekend and He has decreed that I am to be nude at all times while in our room. When we go out, He will approve anything I wear. This, I'm good with. I'm a … Continue reading Vegas, Baby.
Lunch with Consequences
MiLord sent me a text this morning asking if I could meet him for lunch. Looking disdainfully down at my project of matching plastic tubs with their lids, I early agreed to meet him at noon at our favorite diner. I fussed about what to wear since he had not specifically said, so I went … Continue reading Lunch with Consequences
More Consequences
Lunch with Consequences I felt, was a good reminder not to assume what Lion might want, but to go with what I KNOW we have agreed to. Lion, though, felt that I need to have this lesson more firmly established. Which is why I was surprised when he brought out an over the bust corset … Continue reading More Consequences
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