Summer Rules

In honor of Memorial Day, Mister decided it was time I post my Summer Rules. Aside from a few slip ups during the Spring, I followed those fairly well, so these rules - thank you! - will not be  punished as severely unless, Mister reminds me, broken rules become a habit.  Since it's summer - … Continue reading Summer Rules

Welcome Home

God, I've missed Him. He's been gone for two but today he came home. I wanted to show Him, really show Him, just how much I missed him. I set everything up and when he walked in the door, there I was, naked, kneeling, head bowed. I expect him to come to me. I expect … Continue reading Welcome Home

Except – Learning to Love

“So I’m forgiven?” he asked. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Good. I want to make love to you Carrie.” His blue eyes turned bright as midnight stars. “God, yes! My bedroom is upstairs. It is the first door on the right.” He stood, lifting her in his arms. His mouth again took hers. He stumbled once … Continue reading Except – Learning to Love

No Mercy for breaking rules

He looked at me. Just stared. Crap. "Um. Don't you like it?" "That's not the point. We have a rule and you've broken it. Badly." Shit. He's right. I knew I was breaking a rule when I walked into the beauty salon. When I sat in the chair. When I said I wanted a short … Continue reading No Mercy for breaking rules

His for the Day

So we don't live the 24/7 lifestyle, but every once in a while we will call a D/s Day. Either one of us can call for this day and the other either must agree or have a very good reason by not. Yesterday, I called it. I would be His for the Day - that … Continue reading His for the Day

Warming Up A Winter Night

So I rush inside the house and head straight for the bathroom, stripping off my out layers as I go. Once that biological need is satisfied, I continue stripping off my scarf, hat, gloves, coat, cardigan, boots, "fat" socks. Next comes the sweater vest and dress slacks. Finally, I take off the bra without removing … Continue reading Warming Up A Winter Night

My Choice

Yes, I am a submissive. Yes, I kneel before my Man. Yes, I yield my power to Him. Yes, I serve him. No, I am not an idiot, not abused, have never been abused, do not suffer from low self esteem, depression, or any other mental illness. I am a strong, intelligent, self supporting woman … Continue reading My Choice