It was date night. I had not only agreed, but asked Milord to take me out and to treat me as his slave, not submissive. Naturally, he agreed. At first, it was great. I slipped out of my panties and handed them to him. I kissed him. I said hello to the man sitting next … Continue reading His Slave Night
Submissive Training
Remember
Everything will Burn, my love, by the time I am finished. First, your asshole, filled will a fresh, juicy plug of ginger. Next, your ass, scarlet from your own hairbrush. Third, your nipples, hard and red from my teeth biting and tugging. Fourth, your puss, swollen and tender from my cock. Fifth, your jaws, from … Continue reading Remember
Safe Word Test
To be honest, I've never used my safe word. I've never felt the need. My Lion and I both wondered, then what it would take for me to actually use it. I have no fear that the word would be denied, but I DO have a great need to accept all that My Lion chooses … Continue reading Safe Word Test
Sans clothes
I am denied clothing, except for shoes. Why? I wore jeans and other contemporary clothing that I had no permission to wear. I knew I was doing wrong. I knew I had plenty of other choices. What can I say? Sometimes, I'm a fucking brat. Now, I will pay for the crime. I will be … Continue reading Sans clothes
Broken Egg
Each day I will insert a Yoni egg for at least one hour. No, I didn't break my yoni egg, but I did forget to insert it. I don't even have a good excuse. I wasn't ill or overworked or visiting my mother. No good excuse except the truth. I forgot. This morning after Milord … Continue reading Broken Egg
No Shame
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
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
New House Rules
Hard to believe Spring is here already!! True, winter lasts FOREVER in the Mid-west, but it may not be gone for good, but as far as my rules go, it's out with the old season and in with the new. Milord has decided that we will have totally new rules this season. Five new seasonal … Continue reading New House Rules
Punished for his Pleasure
Punished upon his PleasureI was immobilized. Cuffed and chained to the hearth, legs forced apart by the spreader bar. Ankles tied in place. I was bent over, a plug in my ass, my pussy open and a gag in my mouth. As per Milord's pleasure, two holes filled. "Number!" I closed my eyes. I couldn't … Continue reading Punished for his Pleasure
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
Anarie Brady 