Milord had been gone for several days and sent me an instructional text. Wear black stockings and shoes. Over the vanity bench. Head and eyes down. Wait silently. And so I obeyed, my pussy getting softer and wetter by the moment. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I heard the door downstairs open. Footsteps on … Continue reading Welcome Home
Wifely training began with Bella strapped down to her personal bench. Count. To what? Until I stop. The soft suede of the flogger brushed her raised bottom and she began to count. "This won't be so bad," she thought, but by the count of 20, she had changed her mind. With each stroke, the intensity … Continue reading Wifely Training – 2
Here's the game, Lovey. All of these delightful plugs have been very thoroughly lubricated. You will sit on the bench, legs spread. Begin at the beginning. I've invited my friends over to watch baseball - and you. At the beginning of each inning, you will move up to the next plug. Yes, Lovey, they all … Continue reading New way to enjoy Baseball.
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
What they see is a woman who is shamelessly flaunting cleavage, but what they don't see is the mixture of shame and pride at dressing to please Lord. I am not, by nature, one to expose myself such, but because He requested that I dress this way, I do so. The light in His eyes … Continue reading What they don’t see
In honor of New Year's Eve, Milord is taking me out tonight. However, I must prepare, or rather, he must first prepare me. Preparations actually started last week when he scheduled three - count them - three appointments for me with a colon hydrotherapy place nearby. This morning was my third and final appointment. Milord … Continue reading Out with the Old
Turkey Marked Yeah. This happened last year. Milord was so pleased, that he's decided to make it an annual thing. This year, though, not only will ONE cheek be turkey marked, but BOTH will. It actually took a few tries to get the handprint red enough to please him, so I KNOW I won't be sitting … Continue reading Thanksgiving Spanking