Foxy Lady When I wake up, Master Sean has a fragrant soup steaming over the fire. He pours it into a large bowl and beckons to me. I begin to stand, but he holds up his hand. "Vixens crawl, not walk." I sink down to the ground, now swept free of sharp stones and sticks … Continue reading Foxy Lady – 2
naked in the woods
Bed Box – 3
I woke up the next morning, tender in all the right places. I stretched, smelled coffee, and knocked on the closed door of the box. "Hold on, Love. I'm going to finish my coffee then I'll help you out and give you your spanking," Milord called. I waited, impatiently, because I had to GO!! I … Continue reading Bed Box – 3
But I did
He asked, and I accepted. No matter what we do, today, would you remain nude for me? I didn't expect a walk around our secluded property. I didn't expect the light mist and a cool breeze. I didn't expect just how excited and submissive this would make me feel. But it did. I didn't expect him … Continue reading But I did
Thank Him for all He is
"Hand me your clothes - all of them," Lion states. Without conscious thought, I do as he says. Does it matter that we are outside behind His home? No. Does it matter that the day is a bit chilly? No. Does it matter that I am not at all comfortable being nude while outside even … Continue reading Thank Him for all He is
Naked Camping
First, I'm not a big fan of camping, at least at first. It takes me a day or so to get into the spirit of it. My Lion, however, devised a brilliant way to speed things up a bit. We set up the camper - yes, a camper, not a tent - and then he … Continue reading Naked Camping
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
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
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