I prefer my punishments to be given over his knee. However, since it IS a punishment, the choice is his. Tonight, he is displeased. Not only have I broken a New House Rules, but I've gotten snotty about it and back talked him in THAT attitude. Tuesday evening I was watching a show - nothing special … Continue reading Nude Punished
I am DONE. With the week. With stupid people. With work. With dust. With a healthy diet. Done. Done. Done. At least for today, I'm DONE. I will make no decisions outside of YES or No. My mind needs a break from thought. My body needs a break from the world. And so, I put … Continue reading DONE
Spa Day! No strings attached, just a whole pre-paid day of pampering. Flowers. Yes, it's old fashioned, but sometimes there's a REASON why something sticks around. Delivered flowers for no reason other than to say I Love You makes anyone feel special and loved. Let HER pick the movie, restaurant, or activity and DO NOT … Continue reading 5 ways to let Her know She’s special
I am denied clothing, except for shoes. Why? I wore jeans and other contemporary clothing that I had no permission to wear. I knew I was doing wrong. I knew I had plenty of other choices. What can I say? Sometimes, I'm a fucking brat. Now, I will pay for the crime. I will be … Continue reading Sans clothes
Challenge of the week: For the next week, wear no tradition blouse, top, or shirt. Absolutely no bra. Continue the regular routine of work (at least I work from home!), shopping, and socializing (Yikes!). All I can say is - thank the gods for pinterest!
Each day I will insert a Yoni egg for at least one hour. No, I didn't break my yoni egg, but I did forget to insert it. I don't even have a good excuse. I wasn't ill or overworked or visiting my mother. No good excuse except the truth. I forgot. This morning after Milord … Continue reading Broken Egg
The evening began perfectly. The message on the bed read dress in the new evening gown. You won't be disappointed. I wasn't A beautiful gown, a handsome, attentive man, a limousine, champagne, exotic nibbles, even a string quartet. He held out his hand so we would dance, I thought. I took it and looked up … Continue reading No Shame