No hands. That's the challenge for the day. I am not permitted to use my hands. No touching him (or myself). To make this a challenge in self control, Milord has also stated that he will not bind my hands. Mistake number one was rolling my eyes and moaning when he told me this. I … Continue reading Look! No Hands!!
I screwed up. I admit it. Then again, I have no choice but to admit it! I have broken - willfully broken - several (okay, ALL) of my Fall Rules 2017 I did not have an orgasm while Milord was in Milwaukee - a total of 4 days. I blew off my yoga class while he … Continue reading Disregard for Rules
The Disciplinarian She is late, which is unusual. She knows well that if she is late her regular discipline session will be that much more severe. Today was going to be severe anyway. She admitted in her last confession that has eaten sweets three times last week - a serious infringement since she is diabetic. … Continue reading The Disciplinarian
Really, it's the sound. Not the sight. Not the fear. Not even the exquisite sensation of endorphins coursing through my body. That is not, naturally, to say that the sights, the sensations are irrelevant. No. They all combine together to form a perfect encounter. But it's the sound of my Love's voice. The sweet whisper … Continue reading The sound of Discipline
My King had not visited with me nor requested my presence for 10 days. Nothing was wrong; he was out of town for a few days then I was out of town. Then, he unexpectedly stopped by my house. Joy!!!! We kissed, made out on the couch for a while, enjoyed each other's company. The … Continue reading Rekindle the Passion
Please may I worship your cock.. Please may i worship your cock. Please may i worship your cock. This phrase is drilled into my head. I glance at the clock and note the time: 9:30. One of my fall rules was that if Milord doesn't offer me his cock at least once a day, I … Continue reading Remember to beg
Yes, it was my fault. I was in a hurry. I already had my skirt and blouse ironed for work and didn't have time to find something else to wear (not that it would have matter! The problem was still the same.). I should have done some laundry last night and didn't. It was that … Continue reading Appropriate dress – fiction