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 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
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 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