As per our Summer Rules 2019, I asked permission to wear panties beneath a fairly sheer black skirt. Milord granted me this request, but, naturally, I had to pay the price. He bent be over the bed and inserted a medium sized anal plug. I was expecting this, but to my surprise, the cool burn began … Continue reading Paying for Panties
Of course, it will be uncomfortable. What's the fun in your being comfortable? Yes, some of the people at the club may well hear the vibrator, but so what. It IS fetish night at the strip club. I don't care that you're embarrassed. Actually, I rather like it. You are far more in the … Continue reading Shall we Go?
Darien looked at his lover. Of course, she had no idea he was looking at her, standing there in the corner, her nose and hands to the wall. He breathed deeply, satisfied with the day. It will be a long, long time before she challenges him like that again. Today she had been tied up, … Continue reading Dare – 3
So I screwed up. No surprise, right? (Sometimes, I think I INTENTIONALLY screw up!!) Anyway, I broke Rule Number 4 of Summer Rules 2019 by not being prepared at the appointed time. Milord, naturally, said nothing until I noticed the time - 8:00 p.m. - shouted SHIT, and ran to his office. He kept me waiting another … Continue reading Drawing Lots
Darien grabbed his riding crop and walked around Marla. She was frightened, he knew, but also excited. He could smell her musk and see the moisture on her thighs. He tested the rope to make sure she was secure then tapped her clit with the crop. She jumped, but didn't cry out. He grinned and … Continue reading Day of the Dare – 2
Of course it's going to hurt. It wouldn't be effective if it didn't now, would it? Marla shook her head. She was forbidden to speak and wouldn't dare make this day worse that it was proving to be. Of course, she was the one who had asked for this day, actually dared him to do … Continue reading Day of the Dare – 1
Okay, so I know my hotel and vacation expectations. Maybe I forgot (unlikely) or maybe I chose not to follow them. First, I wore underwear. Not the sexy lingerie of matching bra and panties that Sir has preapproved, but the comfy, cotton granny panties that I love. It was, after all, going to be a … Continue reading Belted