"I don't want a tattoo on my breasts!" Jeanette whined. Never before had Will pushed so heard. "Will you trust me?" he asked quietly. "I DO trust you, it's just that I don't want. . . " she muttered. He held up a hand. "Look, if you truly want this DD to work, you need … Continue reading Trust in Him
ginger
Maintenance clips
Autumn Rules 2019 My bottom was still sore from Milord's new crop, but today is Maintenance, and so our rules simply must be followed. Milord offered to wait until tomorrow, but I wouldn't hear of it. I actually look forward to Maintenance Morning. It's such a satisfying way to begin the weekend! Nonetheless, because off … Continue reading Maintenance clips
I is for insertable
That's right - insertable. Absolutely anything that can be SAFELY inserted and then SAFELY removed. Plugs, dildos, ginger, fingers, tongues, cocks, fists, popciles, soap, balls - you name it. Key word here is SAFELY - never, ever forget that. If you're trying something new, do your research. Make sure of any allergies or phobias - … Continue reading I is for insertable
The Disciplinarian
It's not like she was surprised. I'd been very explicit in my expectations. Wear pretty heels and a dress. Nothing else. Your cell phone must be turned off. Knock on room 247 at the Plaza Hotel at 2:15 p.m. Â Katherine comes to me for discipline so what kind of a man would I be if … Continue reading The Disciplinarian
House Rule – oopsy
So maybe He did tell me that we were running low on lubricant in the playroom. So maybe He did suggest that I buy some last week. So maybe I did forget. So maybe it's now time to face the consequences of my actions. Obviously, Milord was unhappy that I had forgotten to replace the … Continue reading House Rule – oopsy
House Rules
It occurred to me that I have mention the House Rules or Common Rules (CR) (Winter Rules – a bit late) but have not shared what those are. I was reminded of this when one was broken recently. First, the CR. These are the five rules that we, Milord and I, have agreed to keep … Continue reading House Rules
Pillory
She stood, bent, her head and wrists locked in the pillory. She knew her guilt. She had tempted the Man. Flirted outrageously. Now, she was His prisoner. Wasn't this, after all, what she had desired? To be owned, taken, enjoyed by Him? This, however, was not at all how she had envisioned the end result. … Continue reading Pillory
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