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
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A Man’s Responsibility
Sometimes, a Man needs to take control. Like tonight. Missy was ridiculously bitchy when I got home from work, crabbing about one thing then another. I waiting all through dinner for her to lighten up, but she never did, not even when I complimented her cooking - which was delicious! - took are of the … Continue reading A Man’s Responsibility
Caravan Crack Down
I've written of my caravan here. Yesterday, I became reminded of Milord's rules regarding my sanctuary. Yesterday, I was reminded my I need Milord. Yesterday, I broke the rules. Today, I'm grateful for Milord's strong hand, strong rules, and strong love. As per our agreement, I gave Milord his invitation asking him to come visit me at … Continue reading Caravan Crack Down
Hands on Henna
My Man and I decided to try something new. I've always hated the idea of a tat and he's loved it. So, we compromised. Henna. He took me to a professional henna artist, chose a design, and a place on my body for it. My Henna, like everything else, comes with rules. 1. No one … Continue reading Hands on Henna
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
Testing the Client
My dominant is also my boss. Not an arrangement that everyone would enjoy, but it works for us. For the record, I was his submissive before I became his PA. Also, it was at MY suggestion that I become his PA, not his. It was also at my insistence that our personal relationship be carried … Continue reading Testing the Client
Pick A Box – 3
One box left. Janice looked at Clark, pleadingly. "Really. I've learned my less, Clark. I have. Please don't make me do this again today. I can't stand it. My bottom is so very, very tender. Please." "Open the box, Janice." Wiping a tear away, Janice did as she was told. when she saw the three … Continue reading Pick A Box – 3
Pick A Box – 2
Janice stared intently at the two remaining box, uncertain. Finally, she pointed to the largest. "Open it." Biting her lip, she did as Clark said. When she saw the plug that would be inside of her for at least 7 hours, she gave a little hiccup. If she thought yesterday had been challenging, this would … Continue reading Pick A Box – 2
Pick A Box
"Go on. Choose." Janice looked at the three boxes and bit her lip. He'd promised her this. She'd been bratty and complaining, and so he told her that for three days her ass would be his, but that she would choose the instrument of torture. Now, she understood what he'd meant. She glanced up at … Continue reading Pick A Box
Collared
I absolutely LOVE wearing my collar. Whenever Milord puts it on me, the world goes away. All of the stress, worry, responsibilities. Everything. I have one responsibility. Just one. To please him. I have one decision to make. Just one. Yes or No. The moment I feel the kiss of leather on my neck, the … Continue reading Collared
Anarie Brady 