Here's the game, Lovey. All of these delightful plugs have been very thoroughly lubricated. You will sit on the bench, legs spread. Begin at the beginning. I've invited my friends over to watch baseball - and you. At the beginning of each inning, you will move up to the next plug. Yes, Lovey, they all … Continue reading New way to enjoy Baseball.
(This is a piece of non-fiction.) I'm sad often. I am well aware that my problems are First World problems and am grateful every time I turn on a faucet for clean water, turn a switch for light, or push a button for cool air. But Sadness is real and affects the body in all kinds of … Continue reading Sadness matters
Of COURSE I told Milord! of my Pride of Obedience. He held my face in his hands and kissed me, telling me he was happy that I had stuck up for myself. He also said exactly what I was thinking. I could have done so in a much kinder way. I started crying and asked … Continue reading Pride of Obedience – the punishment
Summer Rules 2019 So I went out to lunch with a friend the other day. We've been friends for years and when I showed up obviously not wearing a bra, she seemed surprise. This surprised me since she is well aware of my lifestyle choice. I asked her what was wrong and she told me … Continue reading Pride of Obedience
H has always liked to discipline me by humiliation. Pain - I like it. Anal plugs - Never wetter. Public exposure, however, OMG!!! Still, I could object. He won't FORCE me. Today, we were at a secluded lake fishing. (Yes, fishing. We both LOVE to fish!) The lake is privately owned and, as I said, … Continue reading Bragging equals exposure
I have published this post four times before, but it feels like a good time to post it again. First posted September 1st 2015 Sometimes I get serious It seems an ageing female rock star recently suggested in an interview with one of our sad excuses for a serious newspaper that women/girls who dress provocatively […] … Continue reading Incitement to rape? — A Faded Romantic’s Notebook
What others think of as pain, I think of as pleasure. When He clamps those impossible clovers on my engorged nipples I cringe. I KNOW the pinch will be unreal, but He knows how wet I become. I KNOW I will cry, possibly even beg, for the clamps to be removed, but He knows … Continue reading Pleasure