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
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New Year’s Eve Preparation
I showered, shaved, and primped. Dressed in my lingerie. Fixed my hair and makeup. Then, presented myself to Mister. He nodded approval, then sat on the "fainting" couch at the end of our bed. I am not allowed to actually sit on this couch without permission (which I'm totally cool with!). This is the discipline … Continue reading New Year’s Eve Preparation
Failing the Test
So I failed. I came when I was specifically ordered not to and now He, as he always does, is following through with His punishment. No orgasm for a full week. Just to make sure of this, I've agreed to be locked into a chastity belt for the entire week. Luckily, it only covers my … Continue reading Failing the Test
Pushing to the Next Level
He has tested me before, but never like this. Perhaps "test" isn't the right word. "Train" might be more accurate. We've discussed and we've both agreed. We need to take my submission to the next level. Yes, I'm obedient and No, Mister never crosses my limits. Therein lies the issue. We're at a point were … Continue reading Pushing to the Next Level
Anytime, Anyplace He Chooses
Milord has, intentionally I'm sure, not commanded me to worship his cock for several days. I have, however, begged him to allow me to do so. It was two days before I could sit somewhat comfortably after I forgot the rule. Remember to beg. Today, he reminded me that another rule Standard Rule is this: SUBMIT … Continue reading Anytime, Anyplace He Chooses
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
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
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
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