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
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Challenge: wear no tradition top for a week
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!
Broken Egg
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 Disciplinarian
The Disciplinarian – Her perspective It has been some time since she has come to see me and since she requested meetings ever month only to break those appointments, her discipline will be all the more severe. Of this, she is aware and has agreed to. Actually, everything I do she agrees to or I wouldn't … Continue reading The Disciplinarian
It Isn’t but it is
It isn't the putting on or the pulling and pinching of each tiny movement. It isn't the tightening pull when they bounce with the rhythm of HIM taking HIS pleasure and giving the same to me. It isn't the roughness of the wood against the tenderness of my flesh. It isn't the excruciating pain of … Continue reading It Isn’t but it is
Punished upon his Pleasure
Winter Rules 2018 House Rules I've been good. Really I have. Nonetheless, Milord decreed that I was in need of, or rather HE was in the mood for, a day of severity. And, per House Rule #2, my body is his to use as he pleases. I cringed. It is rare when Milord decrees this. … Continue reading Punished upon his Pleasure
Mister’s Might
This really is all my fault. I BEGGED Mister for a week of strict submission. I was beginning to feel rather "unsubmissive" and didn't like it at all. I needed to be held accountable. I needed to be used. I needed to be reminded of my role. Mister agreed. Every morning, he decided, would begin … Continue reading Mister’s Might
