WARNING: There are aspect of non consensual discipline in this fictional story. DO NOT READ if this type of activity offends you. Bella didn't sign up for this. Okay, she had signed up for this - kind of. When Levi had asked if she would attend a finishing school of sorts before they married, she … Continue reading Wifely training
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
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
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