Wifely training began with Bella strapped down to her personal bench. Count. To what? Until I stop. The soft suede of the flogger brushed her raised bottom and she began to count. "This won't be so bad," she thought, but by the count of 20, she had changed her mind. With each stroke, the intensity … Continue reading Wifely Training – 2
Submission
Filled
I stood before Milord, awaiting his judgement. As per our New House Rules I am supposed to insert a yoni egg for a period of no less than one hour a day. For the past three days I had failed to do so. I didn't do it on purpose, I just forgot! As soon as I remembered, … Continue reading Filled
Wifely Training – 3
Bella stood, her back against the wall, hands on her head. Her ass was sore from the morning and nightly floggings, her bum hole filled with a rather large plug. Six days ago she could never have imagined standing like this. Now, all she wanted was to make sure she learned everything she possibly could … Continue reading Wifely Training – 3
National Rum Day Celebration
Today is National Rum Day In honor of this, Sir has decreed that we will be playing Pirate Ship. I am to dress in 18th century underclothing and a simple dress. Sir drives us to the marina where he keeps his yacht. He has apparently already "hired" a "swabby" to assist - his friend Mister Adrian. As soon … Continue reading National Rum Day Celebration
Public obedience
I opened the box Milord sent to me. It came with a note: STRIP OUT OF YOUR CLOTHING, ATTACH THIS GIFT APPROPRIATELY, PUT ON A SUNDRESS AND SHOES. MEET ME AT OUR FAVORITE RESTAURANT AT 630. I blinked. Several questions popped into my mind. Was he serious?? (Of course he was!) Which favorite restaurant? As I followed … Continue reading Public obedience
Wifely training
WARNING: There are aspect of non consensual discipline in this fictional story. DO NOT READ if this type of activity offends you. Bella didn't sign up for this. Okay, she had signed up for this - kind of. When Levi had asked if she would attend a finishing school of sorts before they married, she … Continue reading Wifely training
Pride of Obedience – the punishment
Of COURSE I told Milord! of my Pride of Obedience. He held my face in his hands and kissed me, telling me he was happy that I had stuck up for myself. He also said exactly what I was thinking. I could have done so in a much kinder way. I started crying and asked … Continue reading Pride of Obedience – the punishment
Pride of Obedience
Summer Rules 2019 So I went out to lunch with a friend the other day. We've been friends for years and when I showed up obviously not wearing a bra, she seemed surprise. This surprised me since she is well aware of my lifestyle choice. I asked her what was wrong and she told me … Continue reading Pride of Obedience
Pleasure
What others think of as pain, I think of as pleasure. When He clamps those impossible clovers on my engorged nipples I cringe. I KNOW the pinch will be unreal, but He knows how wet I become. I KNOW I will cry, possibly even beg, for the clamps to be removed, but He knows … Continue reading Pleasure
A double edged sword
Milord has allowed me to wear lingerie - bra and panties! However, there is a price to be paid - naturally. First, I had to kneel before him and offer him fellatio which (thank the gods!) he accepted. Soon he was holding my head and fucking my mouth - irrumatio. He came, allow me to … Continue reading A double edged sword
Anarie Brady 