Public BDSM – sort of

The big three for BDSM is Safe, Sane, Consensual. The problem with public acts of submission is that it’s hard to get the consent of EVERYONE. Everyone includes any bystanders who might see these acts. If your acts of Submission and/or Domination offends someone who has not consented to witness those acts, then you have violated the one of the Big Three. Yes, I know everyone is all Offended by how easily people are Offended, however, I think this is a fair point. BDSM is not for everyone and that’s perfectly fine. Variety is, after all, the spice of life. There could be people out there in the public with PTSD who would truly feel traumatized by seeing another person on a leash. There could be children who shouldn’t see an adult spanking another adult bare assed. There could be people who quite simply don’t want to see these things and, therefor, shouldn’t be forced to.

Milord, however, loves public acts of domination but also agrees completely with all of the above. Therefore, He has come up with two solutions. 1.  create acts of submission with the general publiSterling Silver Discreet Slave Bracelet / Locking Cuff w/ Celtic Knot & Allen Key Clasp - Sized to Order by SkyeWireDesigns on Etsy c not aware of, cannot see, or appear as socially acceptable.  2.  Limit the “public” to only those who have indeed consented to witness (and possibly participate in) acts of domination and submission.

For example, I always wear a bracelet Milord gave me.  Always. It is locked in place and He hGold Signet Ring with "VB" Initials: olds the key. We know the meaning of the bracelet, but to others, it’s simply a beautiful silver piece of jewelry. He, in turn, wears a Signet ring which I purchased for him. Should he knock the ring three times on a table or other surface, that’s a signal to me that Polite Protocol is in place. I address him as Sir or Mr. Vanders rather than using his first name. I also defer to him for ordering food or drink. He, in turn, is a perfect gentleman, holding my chair for me, standing when I do, referring to me as Ms. Wills.

Now, for the the second option, we either go to friends’ homes, BDSM play parties, or invite like minded friends to our home.  For example. Last week we were at a friend’s house. I was in a particularly pissy mood, which I knew good and well that Milord would not tolerate. Within fifteen minutes of arriving he ordered me to strip (humiliation) the asked our host if he wanted to do the honors. The host, thank god!, declined, poured himself a brandy, then sat across from Milord, complimenting him on his technique. Milord, as you may well have guessed, pulled me across his lap and dished out the spanking I so richly deserved. Needless to say, I was slapped right out of my pissy mood within the first three or four spanks. By the time he’d laid down a good twenty smacks, I was truly repentant and ready to be a proper and obedient sub. After forty, I was a boneless quivering mImage result for public spankingess – my face as wet as my pussy. That was when Milord decided I’d had enough. However, he kept me in place while he and our host continued with a conversation about some local sports team. Strangely enough, I no longer felt humiliated in the least despite being totally naked with my red ass shining for all to see. Instead, I felt a sense of peace and contentment. I was pleased to stay in place as long as Milord desired me to do so. Eventually, their conversation ended and the host suggested we go to the dining room for dinner. Milord helped me to stand, kissed me, and told me that he was happy I’d changed my attitude. Just to make sure, though, I was to remain naked for the rest of the evening. I smiled, and responded, “Yes, Milord.” Not until we were ready to leave was I allowed to put on my lingerie, shoes, and dress.

So you see, while we were not in the general population, we were also not alone. Nor did we plan on a spanking that night. However, since the other party had given consent, Milord had no qualms about disciplining me “publicly”.


What Lies Beneath – 2

It should bother me, the tightness of the corset, the constant rolling of the banecklls, the water still dripping from my anus, my drenched panties. It should humiliate me that He has raised my skirt while we are still outside of his apartment, exposing me to whomever might look our way. I feel only pride at His words That’s my good sub and excitement so tangible that I might burst into flames. He leads me into his home, closing the door behind us. He slowly lifts the dress over my head and walks around me. I remain still. This is how He wanted to see me. Corseted, wet, trembling with passion. I want nothing but for Him to take me, but it is not for me to beg. He will do with me as He chooses. I have given Him this privilege. So I wait. And He lingers. He taps my thighs and I spread wider. He touches me through the thin, wet fabric of the panties and I begin to pant. He chuckles. the ice that was once inside of me and has long since dripped down my legs has done its work. I feel my insides begin to loosen. Please I whisper. He stands behind me, tips my head back and kisses my neck. One minute He says as he grasps the delicate fabric between my legs and yanks, ripping it from my body.

One minute later I stand before Him again, calmer. He pinches my clit and I can’t take it. I explode. He watches as my body trembles and I fight to remain on my feet, a slow smile spreading across His face. He nods His approval. One finger, then two enter my newly creamed cunt. He extracts the balls and I feel empty. A tear slips down my cheek. He sees this and smiles again. My tears please Him almost as much as my orgasms do. He lifts me, placing me on His table. Then, finally, He undresses, exposing His sculpted body. He kisses me again, pressing be back, lifting my knees. Between Him and the corset, I can barely breath. Suddenly, I’m whirling out of control again. He plunged His cock fully into me, balls deep. Hard. Fast. I scream, but His mouth is still on mine. He fucks me. Hard. Fast. No gentleness. No finesse. I come and come and come. My body is boneless and my mind floats. His mouth pulls away from mine and He growls, burying himself in my body. He tenses and shoots his pleasure into my soul.

Later, I wonder at the purpose of the ice. He explains, I wanted the silk wet enough to easily rip. I should have known. He always has a purpose.

What Lies Beneath

tumblr_ok25pluolm1rrqsx6o1_1280A pretty dress, flowing dress can hid so much. a bit of bulge, a scar, a bruise, a secret. No one knows what lies beneath – aside from those who need to know that is.  I love secrets, especially ones that harm no one but rather, bring pleasure. This is a story of such secrets. Pleasurable secrets. I’m on my way to meet Him. He knows the secrets since they areAsvani Glass Ben Wa Balls - These blooming ben wa balls are ideal for exercising Kegel muscles for more control and sexual sensation, as ...: of His design. I know the secrets since I am His instrument. Each time He summons me, He tells me how to prepare. This morning, His demands were intricate. Packages began arriving at 7:30 a.m.; some with a note, others obvious. The first small package was obvious. Two pretty ben wah balls. Clear with flowers encased within. Next, a front lace corset with matching panties. The instructions stated that I was to don the corset, tighten the laces, wait twenty minutes, tighten again. They said nothing of the panties, so I did nothing with them. He is nothing if not One-piece elegant strap victorian corset top features lace-up front and back closure, side zipper and satin ribbons.  Poly boning      Fashion corsets do not provide significant waist reduction greater than 1".  Please be sure you loosen the lacing on a corset before trying it on. A corset is meant to be tightened once you are wearing it. Loosen the laces so that you can fasten the front or zip it up, if it has a zipper, then tighten the back laces. Loosen the laces to approx your natural wa...: detail oriented. The doorbell rang again. I waited a moment, then answered. A package was on my welcome mat. Fill the tray with water. Freeze for one hour. Tighten the corset two more times. Remove two cubes from the tray. Insert into your anus. put on the panties, a pretty dress, and come to me.

Water Bottle Ice Trays - or you can make homemade treats like finger jello, chocolates or candies using these trays.: And so I do as He commands. The corset is not so tight I can barely bend. I gasp at the coldness of the ice as it enters my body. It immediately begins to melt; water running down my legs. No matter. I insert the second. As quickly as I can, I put on the panties and finish dressing. In no time my panties are soaked and my legs wet. The ben wah balls sway within me, adding to the wetness. I leave my home and go to Him. I smile a secret smile as I pass strangers on the sidewalk. I am conscious of my cold panties pressed against my flesh, my damp legs, my beating heart. He leans against the door of his apartment, smiling as well. He pulls me to Him, devours my mouth and raises my skirt. His chest rumbles when He feels my sodden panties and He whispers, That’s my good sub.


The sound of Discipline

Really, it’s the sound. Not the sight. Not the fear. Not even the exquisite sensation of endorphins coursing through my body. That is not, naturally, to say that the sights, the sensations15 - 1 (2) are irrelevant. No. They all combine together to form a perfect encounter. But it’s the sound of my Love’s voice. The sweet whisper of his belt sliding from his trousers. The shushing noise of his knife stripping the bark from a switch. The click of the drawer closing and not knowing if his hand draws out a wooden paddle or a suede flogger.

Then, then it is swishing of cane as it cuts through the air or the splat of that beloved belt when it meets the soft flesh of my bottom. His quiet, yet stern voice giving direction, orders, or praise. My own voice, gasping, crying out his name, thanking him, begging for more.

The perfect slapping sound of his balls against my thighs, the sucking, slurping of my cunt drawing in his hard and throbbing cock. And finally, finally, the sound of his own panting breath as he takes his final pleasure, releasing himself inside of or on top of my flesh.

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 in effect on a continuous basis.

  1.  Honestly at all times when answering questions, although either of us is allowed to refrain from answering with no consequences.
  2. My body is His and as such, He has the right to see it whenever or wherever he chooses.
  3. He has the right to use my body for His pleasure, including sharing it with others of His choosing.
  4. It is my job to keep the playroom, bathroom, and bedroom stocked with a variety of lubrications and oils.
  5. The safe word will always be respected, but until that word is used, He is free to play with, discipline, and use my body in any way He chooses.

Basic, simple rules. Easy to remember and easy to follow. Naturally, I messed up. This morning he pulled my sweater up and began to play with my nipples but I pulled away saying I needed to finish some chore or other. It doesn’t really matter what it was, the point is, I denied him what he wanted for no good reason. He let me finish whatever it was that seemed so important, but then he called me to the kitchen. He bent me over the counter, flipped up my skirt, and scolded me for breaking rules number 2 and 3Image result for anal plug. I begged forgiveness, promising I’d do better. He, however, kept up with the spanking until real tears were flowing down my face and I danced from foot to foot. He kept it up until I was a limp noodle and truly repentant. Then, to remind me that I had given him dominion over my body, he said he was going to have me wear a plug until at least after lunch. If I didn’t complain, he’d take it out sometime in the afternoon. He showed me the plug and I sighed in relief. It wasn’t too big and it was tapered so it would be comfortable enough for an extended period of time. Then he opened the fridge and took out the tube of pressed ginger. I needed no prompting this time. I cried, begged, promised, and offered all kinds of thiImage result for ginger in a tubengs to keep him from doing this. Everything EXCEPT use the safeword. Why? Because what he was planning would not actually harm me in any way and because I knew that I had broken two rules therefore deserved two corrections. He spread a liberal amount of the ginger paste on the plug, making sure to cover every nook and cranny. Then, he pressed into my anus. The cold burn was immediate and I started to say something. He, however, reminded me that if I wanted it removed after lunch, that I couldn’t whine. I clamped my mouth shut and nodded. As is our custom, I knelt before him, thanked him for his correction, and asked permission to worship his cock. I licked, sucked, fondled, massaged, fisted, and adored that magnificent cock until he graced me by coming down my throat. The burn was increasing by the moment, but I kept my mouth shut. I would not complain. Besides, the burn would only last about 20 minutes or so. I could last that long. About an hour before noon, Milord told me to get in the car, we were going out for lunch. By now, the ginger had worn off and my anus was no longer on fire. Still, the plug was a constant reminder of who owned my ass. Lunch went well and two hours later, we were back home. Milord kissed me and told me  that he was happy with the manner in which I accepted my corrections. He again bent me over the counter and flipped up my skirt. This time, he removed the plug and I sighed with relief. I heard the tell-tale sound of the zipper and wiggled my bottom more. He pressed his cock against my wet pussy and slowly entered. I couldn’t stand it! I came and came and came. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, my body a mass of quivering nerves. Moments later, he blessed me again. Once we had caught our breathes and he stood, I stood as well. He, however, had other plans. With one hand to my back, he gently pressed me back onto the counter. “That was round one,” he told me. I didn’t understand. Then, he held the plug in front of my face and again coated it with ginger paste. I cried, “No, no, no, no.” But he continued. “That’s not the safeword, woman. You know unless that word is used, you can expect no mercy. None. At lunch you wiggled far too much and drew attention to yourself.This will stay in place now until after dinner. We’ll go out again, and this time, I’ll use more ginger just before we leave the house. One whimper. One wiggle. One pleading look is all it will take for you to be plugged all night long. Understand?”

“Yes, Milord,” I answer as the deep burn begins again. “Thank you, Milord.”

“For what? Be specific.”

“For correcting me with a sternness that will help me obey.”

“That’s my woman. You’re welcome.”

No Rest for the Nips

Nips to attention. It’s been 2 weeks since I implied that my nipples were not as they should be and two weeks since His Lordship has allowed me to wear a bra. He no longer requires that I wear my Firm Collar no am I required to wear ribbons through my rings to bring even more attention to my nipples. I am, however, required to show as much cleavage as legally possible when we are in any type of public setting. His Lordship is quite proud of my breasts and has informed me thatc2dna1owgaah7ck until he decides otherwise, they will be on display. For two weeks I have endured this and for two weeks I have cringed with embarrassment every time a stronger looks at me with lust, envy, or disgust. Never once, however, have I lowered my eyes or bowed my head. If His Lordship wishes to display what I have given to him, it is his right to do so and I will not be ashamed of what gives him pleasure. Today, we went out to lunch and then to the library. Again, I felt the eyes of many on me but I noticed that I felt less embarrassment and more pride. No, I’m not particularly proud of my body, but I am proud that I obey His Lordship without question. I am proud that I trust His Lordship to always look out for my best interest. I am proud that His Lordship looks at me with no only lust, but love. What difference does it make what others think of me when His Lordship’s eyes darken with passion? What difference does it make if others fantasize about possessing what I have freely given to His Lordship? I hated that first night when my collar and my nips were so blatantly displayed for the world. But today I am grateful for the lesson I have learned. I have given His Lordship control of my body and if He chooses to display it for the world to appreciate, who am I to complain.

Rekindle the Passion

ZgO7RsfzoTwMy King had not visited with me nor requested my presence for 10 days. Nothing was wrong; he was out of town for a few days then I was out of town. Then, he unexpectedly stopped by my house. Joy!!!! We kissed, made out on the couch for a while, enjoyed each other’s company. The he said something that made my blood run cold – then hot.

“The Leather is hungry. Will you feed it?”

My King never demands or commands. He asks. Even when he knows my answer, he asks. But this time, I added a caveat. “Will I also be fed?”

He smiled, lifted my chin and gave me a kiss – one of those kisses that melt your knickers off (assuming you’re wearing any). I stood, peeled off my Jeans, and positioned myself on the chaise Lounge I purchased for just this purpose. Ten days. Five times each of my cheeks fed his leather. Ten times I cried out. Ten times my pussy weeped with the pure pleasure of its bite. He stood in front of me, his trousers pushed down, his cock resplendent in its glory. I opened my mouth wide, taking as much of his flesh in as I could. And I came. His hands in my hair, his voice in my ears, his taste in my mouth, his bit on my ass. I engulf him, desperate to be fed. I didn’t wait long. He knew my need was great and he, kind as he is, did not keep me waiting. His sweetness streamed into my mouth, down my throat, igniting a fire only he could extinguish. Now. Now that both of our immediate needs had been met, we had hours to fan that flame, douse the heat, and re-kindle the passion.