So once again I broke the No Masturbation Spring Rules. This makes the third time. Milord has absolutely had it with me. First, he had me stand in the corner - something that humiliates me terribly - for 30 minutes. I had to be nude with my hands up away from my body. Once my time … Continue reading Forced Chastity
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Easter Egg Hunt
Sir decided that to celebrate Easter (even though neither of us is religious), we'd have an Easter egg hunt - of sorts. I mean, it's not like we both won't know eggs-actly where the eggs are! First, Sir picked up two stone eggs, the kind that are popular for decorations this time of year. Apparently, … Continue reading Easter Egg Hunt
Punished with Pearls
How, I ask myself, could He possibly use pearls for punishment. If anyone can, though, it would be Him. He is nothing if not creative. For the next seven days, I will wear pearls. Constantly. As in 24/7. Sounds lovely, right? Think again. Think of how difficult it is to walk with pearl panties, the … Continue reading Punished with Pearls
Game Night
I'd cleaned the house and arranged the bar. All the appetizers were placed in an attractive arrangement on our round, walnut high table. Our game of Cards against Humanity was out. Now, all that I needed to do to finish preparing for game night was get myself dressed. I showered, shaved, and threw on a … Continue reading Game Night
Dominant Diary – Outside Discipline
She could not have been more of a brat today. Talking back, refusing to do her chores, wearing her pajamas until noon. I ignored her behavior for a while, but it soon became obvious that my Lovely was in need of some serious Discipline. I called her to my office, a sure sign that we … Continue reading Dominant Diary – Outside Discipline
Dominant Diary
Her tears are necessary. Do I enjoy making her cry? Actually, I do. No, I am not cruel, but I am observant and thorough. I know that if she doesn't cry during a session, she won't feel satisfied. Her tears are cathartic for her. She does not cry easily, so it is my duty as … Continue reading Dominant Diary
Saturday Date
I wanted to surprise him, but I have a bad (according to him) habit of topping from the bottom. Really, I don't intend to do this, but it's really hard sometimes for me to keep my mouth shut. He was coming over last night - just a quiet night at my place most likely. Sometimes … Continue reading Saturday Date
Diary of a Dominant
Diary of a Dominant began here. Today, I continue with the free admission that thoughts of my Lovely often distract me. I'm very good at compartmentalizing my thoughts, but some days, that's damn near impossible. Today is one such day. It began last night, actually. When I got home from work, I was in a playful … Continue reading Diary of a Dominant
Fox Hunt – 3
Sir had just filled me with his come and ordered that I now suck him clean. I spun around, crouched over the fallen trees and did as he said. I tasted the sweet saltiness of our combined juices on his beautiful cock. I moaned and made slurping noises. He had his hand on my head … Continue reading Fox Hunt – 3
Fox Hunt – 2
Sir, having made sure I came, unlatched the cuffs from my wrists. He picked me up and tossed me - belly down again - onto his horse before mounting behind me. Once again, he used the reins to last my bottom as we trotted along. My breasts and thighs stung like the dickens from the … Continue reading Fox Hunt – 2
Anarie Brady 