2018 BDSM Christmas – 2

We arrived at Mister's brother's house and were warmly greeted. Both Matt and his wife also practice BDSM, so when I winced when I sat down on the hard wooden chair Mister held out for me, they gave each other and me knowing looks. I blushed and grinned. We enjoyed a light dinner, some lovely … Continue reading 2018 BDSM Christmas – 2

The Hidden Room, the christening

He made the bed with all sorts of lovely attachments. Innumerable tie down points, a sturdy metal bar across the top, a retractable "lead", stock like openings for either arms or legs. In order to be sure, He said, that the bed was fine as it was and did not need any refinements, He would … Continue reading The Hidden Room, the christening

Second Sunday of Advent – Pony Play

Today, December 9, is not only the second Sunday of Advent, but also National Horse recognition day. Milord has combined both. Our Advent adventure began here in case you want the background.  The Sunday of Advent – Bondage This morning, I woke up as usual, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and found this … Continue reading Second Sunday of Advent – Pony Play

Three Days in – Disregard of Rules

Today was the final day of my forced orgasms (see previous post!) Have I learned my lesson? You bet your sweet ass I have! I'm exhausted! My clit is swollen and tender so that even that Milord as removed the vibrator and the harness holding it in place, any movement - even walking - that … Continue reading Three Days in – Disregard of Rules

TaTa Tuesday

I'm terrified. And excited. More than I've been in weeks. Milord had a little chat with me this morning, letting me know that he's noticed my lackluster attitude, my snide comments and, while I have been following all of the Fall Rules 2017 I obviously have done so reluctantly. I couldn't deny a single word he said. … Continue reading TaTa Tuesday

Dressing for His Pleasure

"But there will be people there I don't know!" I pointed out in what I thought was an entirely reasonable voice. "Besides, you'll be networking, you'll barely notice me." And that was my mistake. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Milord ALWAYS noticed me, even when he was network at … Continue reading Dressing for His Pleasure