Just as I had ordered, the room was filled with vases of roses. Hanging from one wall was also a wreath made from rose stems, including the thorns. Once in the room, I had Sara remove her dress then stand directly in front of the wreath. Because she was under voice restriction, she said nothing. … Continue reading The Garden Room
She argued a bit, but a nice, hard spanking took care of that willfuness. I told her I wanted her nipples visible 24/7. Literally. For seven days she would not hide her lushous nips from my view or my touch. They would be plump, hard, and available. Tonight I was taking her out to dinner. … Continue reading Visible
We arrived home and I was eager to be rid of my finery. Sir helped me out of my shoes, headdress, and dress, but left me in the stockings, corset, chastity device, and mask. Again, he clipped my nipples, saying he wanted them tender when he sucked on them. He liked whem they were bright … Continue reading Carnival Ball 2
We shall attend the Carnival Ball in full Venetian regalia. Sir will be wearing a light tuxedo with a simple half mask. I shall wear a matching 16th century dress with a full Venetian mask. No part of my body, aside from heavily made up eyes, will be visible for the entire night. Beneath the … Continue reading Carnival Ball
Mr. likes my nipples to be proudly visible when we go out. I like my heavy, full breasts to be supported. Hence - a compromise.
Yesterday was NOT a good day for me. First, I was out of crotchless panties, so instead of doing laundry, I just grabbed a pair of regular ones - Rule 1 broken. Next, I just threw my hair up on a ponytail and didn't bother with make-up - Rule 4 broken. Then, I asked ever … Continue reading Learning to Obey
For a refresher, please read here: Caravan Cravings I've handed him my formal invitation, written in my best penmanship and se aled, naturally, with a kiss. It's cold tonight, but I've been keeping my caravan warm and toasty with the brazier for hours and I have a lovely campfire going as well. Nonetheless, the nip in … Continue reading Into the Caravan