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
Submission
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
Challenge: No metal “attachers”
Milord has set up a month long challenge for me. No zippers, hooks, snaps, or anything else made out of metal which attaches clothing together (grommets are the exception!). Not on any clothing. At first, I thought this would be easy, but do you have any idea how many articles of clothing have metal?? Find … Continue reading Challenge: No metal “attachers”
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
Well Deserved
She knew was in for a punishment when she broke the rules, but she had no idea just how lovely it would be.
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
Stress Release
Bossing the Boss The work week was done and over - finally! My desk was clean and Evan, my Executive Assistant as well as my Dominant, let out a huge sigh of relief. Then, his eyes darkened and he said, "Submit." That's it. One. Freaking. Word. That's all it takes for us to switch roles. … Continue reading Stress Release
Anarie Brady 