Winter Rules 2018 House Rules I've been good. Really I have. Nonetheless, Milord decreed that I was in need of, or rather HE was in the mood for, a day of severity. And, per House Rule #2, my body is his to use as he pleases. I cringed. It is rare when Milord decrees this. … Continue reading Punished upon his Pleasure
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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
Day 8 into the 24/7 life
Of course I rebelled! After five days of being denied an orgasm despite giving him at least two every day I had had enough. I mouth off, yelled, screamed, and clawed at the fucking chastity belt. Ri' just let me dig myself into a deeper and deeper hole. When I finally calmed down, he began … Continue reading Day 8 into the 24/7 life
Mister’s Might
This really is all my fault. I BEGGED Mister for a week of strict submission. I was beginning to feel rather "unsubmissive" and didn't like it at all. I needed to be held accountable. I needed to be used. I needed to be reminded of my role. Mister agreed. Every morning, he decided, would begin … Continue reading Mister’s Might
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
Teach Me a Lesson
You set up the rules and I agreed to them, even signed my name to them to make sure we both understood my agreement. You set up a list of possible consequences if I broke those rules and I agreed to them, even signed my name to them to make sure we both understood my … Continue reading Teach Me a Lesson
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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