She is mine. She pledged herself to me and until she or I revoke that pledge, she is mine. I think of her continuously. I work hard to provide for her. I set rules to keep her safe. I set expectations to keep up both happy. She needs this control, demands it. As her Dominant, … Continue reading Diary of a Dominant
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How to Use a Spatula
Sage had written a list of personal characteristics she wanted to work on, things that she did often enough that she was ashamed. In fact some of these acts had cost her both friends and jobs. Ben, bless him, had agreed to help with these. He told her to choose five punishments that she'd be … Continue reading How to Use a Spatula
Leashed
Weekend Level Up: My Love is pushing me to Another Level. I welcome this. I want this. I need this. Don't for one moment think I'm a wimpy little rug with no self esteem who's grateful for some big strong man to abuse me. Nope. Not at all. I hold a Ph.D., am a tenured … Continue reading Leashed
Superbowl Service
Matthew loves football and so, we always host a Superbowl Party. This year, though, it's all of his friends he invited, only those familiar with our lifestyle. For this, I was grateful, because I was to serve his friends in a particular style. I was to wear a grater belt and stockings plus heels. Nothing … Continue reading Superbowl Service
Christmas Tree Surprise
When Mister decided that I should decorate the tree sans clothing, I happily agreed, thinking that it would be great fun and I'd end up with a great fucking. I really should have known better. Mister is FAR, FAR more creative than that! First, he brought in the tree and snipped off a few of … Continue reading Christmas Tree Surprise
Naked Submission
This weekend, I promised to do whatever He wished, to be the perfect submissive. I really want to be a better submissive, and I'd hoped this would jump start my mindset. If I failed, I said - and wrote - a list of ways he could punish me. Who knew that I would screw up … Continue reading Naked Submission
Called My Bluff
This is my fault, I admit it. I brought this on myself. You see, I bed Sir that he would tire of me before I tired of him. I truly believed that he would run out of things to do to my body or that he would want to move on to one of his … Continue reading Called My Bluff
Appropriate dress – fiction
Yes, it was my fault. I was in a hurry. I already had my skirt and blouse ironed for work and didn't have time to find something else to wear (not that it would have matter! The problem was still the same.). I should have done some laundry last night and didn't. It was that … Continue reading Appropriate dress – fiction
I’ve been a Bad Girl
Yep. Bad. Not just Bad. Terrible. I was feeling neglected by Uncle and so I intentionally broke a few rules - some REALLY important ones. Now, I'm not feeling neglected at all. I'm feeling ashamed, humiliated, loved, protected and sorry. Which rules did I break? Don't Lie to Uncle Don't be out past 9 p.m. … Continue reading I’ve been a Bad Girl
Submitting to Milord – 4
Today was a true test to my self discipline. Milord first fitted me with leather cuffs, then he took me for a walk. As I've mentioned before, I hate being out of the house while I'm nude even thought the chances of anyone seeing me here is remote especially once we leave the shoreline and … Continue reading Submitting to Milord – 4
