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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Pledge of Commitment

We've talked and agreed to the following. If we are pleased and happy after one full week of this, then we will negotiate more, fully discussing what we liked, what we didn't like and ways we can improve our relations. However, we both agree to hold to the following for 7 full days.

 1.  I will wear some mark of submission at all times. These could include a gold choker, a silver bracelet, a corset, a belt chain, an anal plug, wrist cuffs. He will decide which is appropriate for the day or time.

2.  Whoever wakes first in the morning will give oral pleasure to the other on either the genitals, mouth or breasts until the other party is pleased or fully awake.

3.  I will give oral pleasure to Him every night. He may choose to cum or not. He may choose to cum anywhere that pleases him.

4.  We will go through my wardrobe and I will wear only those articles of clothing which he has approved - even for professional work.

5.  I will obey all sexual and behavior orders as soon as possible whether these orders are from text or person.

6.  He will check all of my holes each and every day with his hands, fingers, mouth or object of his choice for as long as he chooses. He will have me perform keigel exercises with a stone egg for at least 15 minutes each day and plug my anus with a device of his choice assuming I am in no pain. Discomfort is acceptable, but not pain.

7.  I will offer my bottom to his use at any time, even if this means public humiliation, for reprimand or his pleasure. He may use his hand, belt, cane or paddle without question at any time.
For any other impliment, he will warn me first.

8.  He has the right to bind me for any corporal pleasures or punishments.

9.  I will wear no underclothing in his presence. I understand that this may mean removing my panties while in a public situation.





10.  He is free to use my nipples at any time - either public or private - for his pleasure. This includes sucking them, clipping the with tweezers, clothespins, other decorative items, exposing them to others or himself, slapping them or caning them. They are for his pleasure and I give him full rights to them.












Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Reprimand Demonstration

"Miss Alice, do you have questions?" 

I stood in front of Mr. Vanderson's desk in the library. I had risen at 5:00 that morning, dressed in my uniform and Keds tennis shoes, gone to the kitchen for breakfast and attended to the duties listed for the Master bedroom and bathroom. It was now 8:00 a.m. and I was feeling pretty good about myself.

"I do, Sir."
He waited.
"Well, first  of all, who will be my direct supervisor?"
"I will."
This surprised me. I had assumed it would be the Butler, Mr. Morris.
"And has my work been satisfactory so far this morning?"
"The work has, yes."
Again, not quite the answer I was expecting, but moving on.
"The manual mentioned possible reprimands for work not meeting your satisfaction. I'd like more details on that, Sir."
He smiled. "Yes, I assume you would. First of all, you could be reprimanded for not only your work but also for your decorum and dress."
"I see."
"No, I don't think you do. For example. You neglected to use the word 'Sir' or 'Mr. Vanderson' just now. That would normally warrant a reprimand, but since this is still your training week, you are forgiven."
I felt my eyes widen as I began to understand just how formal and strict Mr. Vanderson intended to be.
"Yes, Sir. I understand. May I ask if I have broken any other expectations?"
"Certainly, Miss Alice." He stood and walked around me. Slowly.
"Lift your dress, please," he stated.
I jumped, startled, and asked, "Why, Sir?"
He laughed a bit and said, "I'm happy to hear the title added. Because, Miss Alice, you were instructed to wear your uniform, which you have, and shoes of your choice, which you have, and which compliment the uniform, which they do. However, you were not instructed to wear any other garments and I see an outline of both bra and panty lines. Now, please do as I asked."
I gulped. Did I really want to do this? I could walk away, after all. I thought about the assistant cook and my conversation with her both last night and this morning. She too wore a uniform - sans panty lines - and seemed quite happy, not mistreated at all. Besides, I couldn't deny my curiosity about Mr. Vanderson.
Slowly, I lifted the skirt of my dress to my waist, my white cotton panties fully exposed.
"I see. This would certainly be grounds for a reprimand, Miss Alice."
Making a sudden decision, I removed the offending garment. I walked to the trash can and deposited them into it.
"Mr. Vanderson, I'd like begin as we plan to go on. When you excuse me from this room, I promise you I will go directly to my room and remove the bra. I'd do so now, but that would involve removing my entire uniform and I'm simply not comfortable with that quite yet. I want you to know I appreciate this week long trial, but I'd prefer to know exactly what a reprimand will be since I have no doubt that I will make other mistakes in the future," I answered, my voice shaking a bit toward the end. 
He stared at me for a moment and then nodded.
"Very well, Miss Alice. I must say your spirit pleases me greatly as does your common sense. It is good to know exactly what one has agreed to before committing."
He sat back on his chair and pushed it away from the desk.
"If you will place yourself over my lap and keep your dress pushed up Miss Alice, I will demonstrate a light reprimand."
I gulped. Waited a moment, then did as he said. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?


Monday, January 26, 2015

The maid

Thinking about making this into a full length book. Opinions?

“I began making and using cleaning agents from all natural products when my son was quite young, Sir.”
“Why is that?”
“He suffered from asthma and the harsh commercial cleaners added to his symptoms.”
“I see. And are you now going to tell me that the use of all natural cleaners curing him?”
“Hardly. I think God and age and modern medicine did that, but I do think that by avoiding as many harsh chemicals as possible in the home, he had fewer flare ups.”
Vincent nodded, appreciating the honest answer. He’d had enough of housekeepers claiming that this natural regime would cure all ills.
“I am strict and demanding in my standards, you understand. Should you accept this job, you will live upstairs, wear a uniform while on duty and refer to me as Sir or Mr. Vanderson.”
“Yes, sir. I expect I will.”
“And what of your son now?”
“He is in his third year of college.”
Vincent’s eyes widened. This woman could be no more than thirty-five years old.
“I won’t go too far into your personal life, but will he be expecting to stay with you during breaks from school?”
“No, Sir. We have a two bedroom apartment which I have left to him. He sublets the second bedroom. He goes to school here in town, so I see him often.”
Alice was relieved that he had not, indeed, asked too many questions regarding her past. Still, she felt he had a right to know about her history.
“To be brief, Sir, I was quite young when I had Emmit. My family wanted me to abort him, but I refused and so they disowned me. I had been date raped, you see, and no one, including me, knew who the father was, so I was alone with a young child. A neighbor lady, Mrs. Simms, took me in and taught me about the old ways of cleaning. I kept house for her in exchange for food and board. She passed away two years ago and I’ve been supporting myself and Emmit since then.”
“I see. And does Emmit also work?”
“Yes, he is self-supporting now. He has a full ride scholarship to pay for his schooling and works part time at the library to pay for his other expenses.”
“Here’s my offer. You will be on probably for this week. If all works out well, I will offer you the job. For this week, though, you will stay here and follow all of the rules in this booklet. If you have question, ask me at any time. You salary may seem a bit low, but that will change after this week. Your compensation will also include room, board, health and car insurance, and a 1 month paid vacation.:
Alice was stunned by the generosity and quickly accepted. She followed a servant who carried her bag to her room. Actually, it was more of a suite. A small bedroom complete with a queen sized bed, wooden wardrobe, five drawer dresser and vanity with matching cushioned seat. The dark blue curtains matched the bedspread and rub. One door opened to a bathroom complete with tub, shower, stool, cabinet filled with fresh towels and a stainless steel sink. The medicine cabinet contained basic hygiene products along with a fresh toothbrush, comb, hairbrush and blow-dryer. Off to the left of the bedroom was yet another room which contained a loveseat, end table, two chairs, a rug and small writing desk with matching chair. On the end table was an electric kettle, a tea pot, two mugs and a variety of tea choices. A small leather bound book sat on the desktop.
“Mr. Vanderson requests that you spend the afternoon reading your manual. A meal will be sent up to you at six o’clock. When you finish, simply place the tray on the floor outside of your room. You should also try on your uniform and let me know if something does not fit.”
Alice leaned against the door once the servant, whose name she did not know, left. She then went to open the wardrobe, fearing what her uniform might look like. She was not anxious to wear something overly provocative, but would do so if it meant keeping this job. To her pleasure, her uniform was a simple, well made and very modest dress consisting of side buttons, a narrow belt and capped sleeves. After trying it on, she noted that it fit perfectly and would be quite easy to move about in, an important feature since she was often bending over and on her hands and knees while cleaning.  Next, she fixed herself a cup of tea and sat down to read her employee’s manual.uniform.jpg

For Maids in the Employ of Mr. Vanderson
The following are expected duties to be completed on a daily basis.
  1. Master bathroom: toilet, shower, bath, sink and counters cleaned and disinfected and the floor mopped. Fresh towels hung by Five o’clock in the evening as I shower after dinner. All soaps, shampoos, lotions and other sundry will be checked and replaced as needed.
  2. First floor carpets cleaned with a push sweeper and hard floors dust mopped.
  3. Magazines and newspapers will be recycled daily and replace with current issues.
  4. Master bedroom: bed made by 6:30 a.m. weekdays and 7:00 a.m. weekends. Carpet swept, clothing folded and put away every evening. Trash disposed of, curtains opened after the bed is made, laundry and dry cleaning replaced in their appropriate places.
Weekly Responsibilities
Maid will set her own schedule but each of the following must be addressed on a weekly basis.
  1. All carpets vacumed.
  2. Linens in all used bedrooms changed.
  3. Hard floors mopped by hand.
  4. All guest bathrooms scrubbed
  5. All furniture polished in all rooms
  6. Ash removed from all fireplaces
  7. walls brushed down
  8. Library straightened and books replaced in their appropriate place
  9. Fresh flowers in master bedroom, dining room and main parlor.
  10. Fresh flowers in guest rooms if guests are expected.
  11. All verandas swept and dusted.
Monthly Responsibilities
  1. All inside windows washed and all outside windows on first floor washed.
  2. Arrangements made for professional window washers for outside upper floors.
  3. All framed artwork cleaned and dusted.
  4. Mattresses on all beds rotated (you may enlist the help of the butler for this)
Other Responsibilities may also include but are not limited to the following upon the request of your employer or if the need arrises.
  1. The purchase of new linens and towels
  2. Professional carpet cleaning
  3. Personal shopping services
  4. Polishing of silver and dinner services
In return for the above services, Mr. Vanderson will provide five uniforms to be worn at all times while on duty, serviceable shoes of the maid’s choice so long as they compliment the uniform, all cleaning supplies (maid will provide a list of what is needed every Friday and the materials will be available every Monday morning), a personal suite, three meals a day along with healthy snacks, tea, water, coffee or lemonade as desired by the maid. He will also provide medical insurance coverage and pay for any medical bills of the maid while under his employ. He will pay for a cell phone, car and car insurance.
Should the maid fail in any of her duties, the two will have a meeting to discuss the issue and come to an amiable agreement. Mr. Vanderson has the right to correct the maid’s conduct, decorum, or work habits in order to help her meet his expectations. The maid has the right to refuse such correction and will then immediate leave the premises with two weeks salary.
The maid will at all times refer to her employer as Mr. Vanderson or Sir and He, in turn, will refer to her as Miss Alice. (Whoa! He has her name in here already???) or some other respectable term. Should Miss Alice disagree with a particular form of the address, Mr. Vanderson will refrain from the use of such term once he is made aware of the situation.
Miss Alice will have a weekly meeting with Mr. Vanderson every Tuesday afternoon at 3:00 in the library to discuss the week’s schedule and other new and old business as needed.



Thursday, January 22, 2015

Reality Sucks, but in a Lovely Way

So - you all know I write fiction. Great news - my first book under this pen name is due to come out February 14 with www.darkcastlelords.net. Lessons in Love - Book 1 of Mrs. Winter's Brothel series.
I've been asked often if what I write here is also fiction or based on truth. Reality, there's a grain of truth or fantasy in every post. Sometimes that grain is tinier than a grain of sand, sometimes, it's a fucking boulder. For this post, I thought I'd be real.

 I write a lot about anal. Yes, I like anal - sometimes. But sometimes, I really, really don't. Also, unlike stories, in reality there's poo. Sometimes, you may not know there is poo until it's right there. Literally in your face, on your sheets, smeared on your thighs. NOT romantic.

I write a lot about spanking. Yes, I like to be spanked. But sometimes, I really, really don't. I have to be in the right mood to enjoy it - as does He. Also, the pleasure DOES NOT make the pain go away, it simply makes the pain worth it. I don't like bruises and I bruise very easily, so harder is not better for me but rather, slow and steady. Accepting 100 swats? No way. The sound of a leather belt - sexy, but far, far scarier than anything else.

I write a lot about 24/7 submission. Yes, I might like that - oh - wait - no. No, I really wouldn't. I'm far too independent, have too much responsibility in my job and too much weird shit happens in my life to be bound by a set of rules which are unbreakable. I work for a living and I know few women who don't. I'm not sure how I could perform my job while wearing a visible collar, chastity belt, or other a butt plug all day as some of the characters in my stories do. What does that say about me as a writer? It says I write fiction!

I write about pretty, young (25-25) or so women and handsome, muscular me. Yes, I imagine myself like that. But I'm not. I'm in my fifties as is my Mister. Yes, he's handsome, but not in the movie star kind of way. I have bumps and bulges and dings and "hail damage" and stretch marks and moles and scars and hair in odd places. So does he. Does this make him less attractive - HELL NO! Do I feel inferior and self conscious - of course I do. I'm an American woman! Isn't that how we are supposed to feel? Still, with age, there comes a bit of wisdom and I've figured out something life changing. If I appreciate and find diversity in humanity sexy and attractive, others do as well. Also, confidence and a positive attitude and intelligence are far sexier than any plastic person can hope to be.



Monday, January 19, 2015

The Lingerie Contract - When will I learn Part 4

Since my exposure out in the woods, I've behaved well. Mr. Mister has given me back my full wardrobe sans underclothing! He's thrown all of mine out - which, in truth, I don't mind. I have never really splurged on lingerie and generally buy cotton briefs and the cheapest bra possible. No more. For the next fortnight, if I do not misbehave, I will "earn" one complete lingerie set which he has purchased for me. Each set is matching and beautiful! I've seen them all.Corsets (which I've never worn before!) lace, satin, sexy, demure, garter belts, stockings, you name it! Each one a thing of beauty and just my size. I earned my first set yesterday.

On maintenance days - every Monday - if I accept his hand willingly and in a pleasing, submissive manner - I will earn a lovely, lovely nightgown. He's shown me the first 'reward'. It looks like it's straight out of a 1940's movie! Satin, flowing, white. So, today I plan to be ready for his homecoming. Dinner is in the crockpot, a fresh pie is cooling on the counter, the house is cleaned and I am ready and waiting for his authority. I really thought I'd be resentful of his control, but I'm not. All through the day I've hummed and smiled for no reason. Guess what. There is a reason- I'm happy!  I look forward to my rewards, but more, I look forward to the warm look in his eyes when I've pleased him. I look forward to seeing his cock rise at the site of me. I look forward to serving him and feeling that rush of pride and love. I look forward to all of this more than the tangible rewards.

So here I'm wait. kneeling, nude, ready to please him. No resentment, no anger. Just anticipation and respect. I think, I've finally learned.

When will I learn - part 3:Public Chastisement

So, I've earned back one dress and one pair of shoes. The weather has warmed up quite a bit, so I can again go outside! yay! So, Mr. Mister suggests we go for a walk in the woods behind the house. I quickly agree, even though I'm still a bit nervous. After all, I'm only wearing a sleeveless light blue dress and a pair of tennis shoes. Naturally, he notices this nervousness and tells me that if I really don't want to go, I don't have to. He had not given an order, just a suggestion. Hearing this, I'm relieved and readily place my hand in his and off we go. After all, the day is warm and sunny and the woods are fairly private. I've only seen one other guy walking there in the two years that we've lived here.
So, there we were. holding hands, walking, talking, laughing. A normal happy couple. Then, he turns to me and tells me how proud he is of how well I've accepted the last few days and asks if I'm sure I want to continue with him as the head of our household. I think for a while. Do I really what to continue? He is, unlike in the past, sticking to the plan and making me submit to his will. If I have to be honest, and I think I should, I'm quite proud of him as well. He's become more confident and my respect for him as my Man has grown because he didn't let me get by with breaking a rule we both agreed to. So, I tell him this. He kisses me and says he has a choice for me. I can continue as we have been - earning a piece of clothing back each day of good behavior - or I can earn my entire wardrobe back this afternoon. He won't tell me what the afternoon will entail, just that once I make the decision, he will abide by it - and so will I. What can I say? I want my clothes back.
He tells me to kneel and I do so. I glance around, checking for anyone else, and he grabs my face gently between his hands. He tells me if I want to earn back my clothes, I will do what he says, when he says with no hesitation. He speaks calmly and confidently and I nod. He unzips his jeans and I open my mouth, ready to take him in. I suck, lick, kiss, savor him. I worship his cock, loosening my throat so that I can take him deeply. Then, I hear a twig snap behind me. Without thinking, I turn my head to see if anyone is watching. MISTAKE.
He sighs, turns my head around to him again and tells me to keep my eyes on him. He jacks himself off, spraying his hot seed across my face. I open my mouth, wanting to taste him, but he holds me steady. I understand that this was not at all for my pleasure, but for my chastisement. Then, he tells me that his intent was to have me worship his cock and then walk me back home, but since I disobeyed - again - it has become obvious that I still need to learn that he is in charge. He stands me up and presses my back against a tree. Taking my hands, he secures them behind the tree, effectively making me captive. His cum is drying on my face and I'm starting to cry. Why the hell couldn't I trust him enough to protect me? When will I learn that I have given him the right to expect obedience from me? Then, he reaches into the neckline of my dress and pulls out one breast, exposing my skin to the cool air.
 I hear another snap, but I keep my head bowed. Mr. Mister, however, steps away from me and offers a greeting to whoever has walked near, probably on the hiking trail about 10 feet to the left. I hear another male voice and then Mr. Mister laughs. He comes back to me and I hear footsteps going away from us.
"Julia, you're being very good. I'm happy you stayed quiet and still. For the record, that was my friend, George. I asked him to walk by here but to stay on the path. He couldn't see you, love. You were safe, but I needed to test your obedience."
So, here I stand, exposed, my face sticky with dried tears and cum, waiting until Mr. Mister releases me from this tree. I'm rather proud of myself for having passed his test and feel really good about our relationship. How good? Good enough to make sure he feels appreciated as soon as He allows me to.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Power of Submission

I need my tears and I need my freedom and I need to let go. How do I do this? I can't. At least not alone. Most importantly, i need You. I need YOU to be take the control away from me. I need YOU to tell me that YOU will take care of everything. That I have no need for worry or fear. That I can  - no - that I must leave work at work and the stress of the world at the door because once I enter Your domain, you have taken control of my body, my decisions, my life. By doing this, You give me the freedom to be who I want to be when I am with you. You give me the freedom to feel, to nurture, to serve, to be happy with my body, to enjoy time with You without guilt or worry or the world pushing it's insane demands into my mind. But I can't just let go of the world, whose claws sink into my soul so, so deeply. I will fight you and I will argue and I will hold on to what I know I should let go of. 

That is why, not only I, but also You need to trust in what I tell you. You need to trust that I will say "Butterfly" if I need you to stop. So that we can talk. So that I can have a few minutes to think and process. So that we both know that ultimately, I know when I've had all i can take for the moment. I need you to ignore my other words since only "Butterfly" with (at least temporarily) give me back control. I need you to ignore my protests, to tie my hands if they flail too much or just if you like them to be tied, to press me against the table or tie me to it, to remind me - through spankings, canings, whippings, figging, wax drippings, anal plugs, cold or very warm enemas, fucking my holes, or any other method you choose  - that I have given you the right and the responsibility to lead me. I need you to do this weekly, if not more often. I need reminded that I am more than what the world sees. My tears are my gift to you and proof that I need this. They tell not just of physical pain - which rarely causes me to cry - but rather of the relief my soul feels when it is free to fly, the joy that I can give myself totally to You and the passion that I feel flowing out of me.I need my tears to wash away the hideous world of Today.  I do not give tears easily, so please, please, please, do what you must. Do what you want. Do what I need you to do so that I can let go and love you and serve you and my heart directs me to do. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

NOW I'm pissed

Okay. Now I'm pissed. Jamie Dornan (playing the part of Christian Grey) apparently went to a dungeon and was quite underwhelmed by the experience. Okay. I can live with that. What pissed me off is that he said: Still, the evening was "interesting," Dornan said. "Then going back to my wife and newborn baby afterwards… I had a long shower before touching either of them."
Seriously?? Not that washing your hands and showering isn't a good idea - I mean it is the cold and flu season after all - but the implication that visiting a BDSM dungeon somehow makes him too dirty to touch his wife is horribly offensive. 

He also states - and I paraphrase - that when he played the parts of a serial killer he learned to tie some knots and that this knowledge came in handy for making the Fifty Shades movie.  Here, I quote:  "I've put them to good use far too many times recently. In fact I'd like to do a job where I don't have to tie women to beds."  This statement seems to equate BDSM with serial killing. Now I'm not only pissed but highly, highly offended as a writer of BDSM. BDSM is a freakin' CHOICE, Jamie! It is entered into freely by the adults involved. It is a relationship based on trust and respect and love and commonality of interests and pleasure. I have lost family members to the crime of murder. TRUST ME. If you see any similarities between the two, you are insane, obtuse and close minded.

Perhaps the least offensive (but still aggravating) statement he makes is: "I saw a dominant with one of his two submissives. I was like: 'Come on guys, I know I'm not paying for this, but I am expecting a show.'"  Really? You expected a fucking show? (pun intended)  People go to clubs not to put a show for you, but rather to enjoy themselves and engage in their lifestyle choice in a welcoming, non-judgmental environment. I mean, would a person go to a gay bar and expect the patrons to put on a show for you? No. A person would go there to enjoy him or herself or to observe behavior (if doing research).
Personally, I didn't care for the book and had no intention of going to see the movie. Now I make a concerted effort NOT to see any films Jamie Dornan is associated with.
Just my opinion.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

When will i learn? (part 2)

So I've been on house arrest - so to speak - and completely nude for a good 12 hours now. I have at least 12 more to go before Sir will even consider giving me access to one - and only one - dress. It's cold as crap out right now, so I still won't be able to leave the house since shoes, socks, coat, etc. will still be denied until I've learned that he's serious as a heart attack about holding me to my word. What did I promise? To be a true submissive. To allow him access to all of my body whenever, however and where ever he wishes. In turn, he has agreed to honor my hard limits and my safe word (which I cannot use simply to save myself some embarrassment.)
Also, Every hour that he is awake, to further remind me of my smart mouth and my moment of weakness when i tried to pull down my skirt but he obviously wanted it up, I will be spanked for a minimum of five minutes. Now five minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me, it is. and 55 minutes between spankings is not nearly long enough to totally heal from the one an hour before. Right now, my ass is red and very tender. Luckily, Sir is about ready to go to sleep, so I should have a break for 6 hours or so. Before he sleeps, though, we have another "rule." I administer fellatio. God I love this rule! To take Sir into my mouth, to focus only on his pleasure, to taste his skin, massage his jewels, give him both relaxation and joy and the same time - this gives me purpose and joy in my own life. I actually like it best when he doesn't touch me much - my entire focus is on him. My greatest pleasure is when I feel his hot sweetness slid down my throat, nourishing me, in truth, with his very seed. The taste of him on my lips brings more contentment than any other drink every has. Tonight, he has assured me that, since I have taken my punishment so well and without complaint, he will grant me this gift - right after my last spanking. And so, I prepare myself for pain, but know it is deserved and know that soon, I will have only pleasure.


Friday, January 9, 2015

When will I learn?

Seriously, when will I learn? When? We agreed. I agreed. Not true. I SUGGESTED! He will have access to my body whenever and wherever he chooses. I will deny him nothing. Then, what do I do? I pull my skirt down when he tries to lift it. Is this MY ass he wants not expose to the world? No. It is not. It belongs to him since I gave it to him. Hell, I even made him promise to hold me to my word since I often say I want something then change my mind. Last week I pushed him away when he lifted my sweater and started to suck on my nipples. He pulled back and I smirked, forgetting all about our agreement. He, however, had not. He pulled me into the bedroom, had me repeat our
agreement, stood me in the corner with my hands tied behind my back and clipped my nipples with clothespins. After five minutes of scolding me for disobeying him, he unclipped then and I screamed as the blood rushed back to the tips. Then, he sucked them. Hard. You'd like I'd have learned from that. After all, it's only been a week.

So, I tried to pull my skirt down. Wrong move. He opened the car door, pushed my shoulders down, my skirt up. Now I was fully exposed if anyone were to pull up next to us in the parking lot. He held me down, my ass bare and up, my face red, but I knew better than to complain. I gasped as his hand came down. again. again. again. I couldn't help myself, but I began to squirm and kick my feet, dancing from one foot to the other.
He, naturally, ignored this and went right on spanking me. I heard several cars honk their horns and I cried in both pain and humiliation, knowing strangers were witness to my punishment. Finally, when my bottom was hot and my face hotter, he stopped. He told me to get in the car. I started to stand and pull my skirt down again, but he pushed it up over my hips and made me sit, my bare ass, on the leather seat. He bucked me in and kept my pussy exposed to every trucker who passed us on the highway.I begged him to let me cover myself. He sighed and said I had not learned my lesson yet. He then told me to take off my dress. Entirely. I would ride the rest of the way home totally nude.
I cried more and begged him not to make me, but his hard eyes darted at me and I knew I was trapped by my own words. He was going to hold me to our agreement.

I slipped the dress over my head and covered myself as best i could with my hands. He would have none of this. He told me to sit on my hands. Reluctantly, i did. Trucks and cars honked their horns as they passed us, seeing my nudity and my shame. He grinned, enjoying every moment of my humiliation - which I so richly deserved. Luckily, we have an attached garage, so i was not forced to walk into our home nude for all the neighbors to see.

Now, I am still nude. He has denied me clothing for the next twenty four hours. He will also, he tells me, spank me for five minutes every hour and, within the time of my nudity, cum in every hole. Only then, and only if I have behaved to his satisfaction, will I be allowed a dress again.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

On the 12th Day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:
One bright lit candle
Two balls for sucking
Three harsh cane markings
Four new pieces of lace
Five Silver balls
Six minutes with chopsticks
Seven inches of fullness
Eight strands of pearls
Nine bright red roses
Ten happy piggies
Eleven sharp reminders

Twelve Glorious Orgasms

Monday, January 5, 2015

On the 11th day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:
One bright lit candle
Two balls for sucking
Three harsh cane markings
Four new pieces of lace
Five Silver balls
Six minutes with chopsticks
Seven inches of fullness
Eight strands of pearls
Nine bright red roses
Ten happy piggies
Eleven sharp reminders

Saturday, January 3, 2015

On the 10th Day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:
One bright lit candle
Two balls for sucking
Three harsh cane markings
Four new pieces of lace
Five Silver balls
Six minutes with chopsticks
Seven inches of fullness
Eight strands of pearls
Nine bright red roses
Ten happy piggies

Friday, January 2, 2015

Trust

And so we begin the new year in a manner that will, hopefully, set the tone for the rest of the year. One of trust, commitment, rewards, obedience, joy and pleasure.
 Today, despite the cold, we went for a walk. We bundled up and held hands through our gloves. About ten minutes into the walk, He stops, sits and tells me to drop my jeans and assume the position. I hesitate, well aware of how cold my ass will be, not to mention the possibility of someone else deciding to take a walk in the park as well. Slowly, I do as he says. He first scolds me for my hesitation, slapping my very cold bottom as he does so. The chill air against my nether regions making each slap hurt even more. Eight slaps - four on each cheek. Hard. demanding. I'm already tearing up more from breaking my word to trust him than from the cold and pain. I remain silent, though. The only thing I can say during a spanking is my safe word. Until he decides to end the spanking, I simply must accept. After the eighth spank, he stops a moment and simply rubs my warm bottom. The contrast between the hot, spanked skin and the cold air on my now wet pussy is disconcerting. I apologize to him and he tells me he's proud of me. Then, he continues with the spanking. After a few minutes, he stops again, helps me to my feet, tells me to fix my jeans. We then continue our walk, my bottom tingling with each step. Yes, this year, will be a new beginning for us. I've learned my first lesson already. 

On the Ninth Day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:
One bright lit candle
Two balls for sucking
Three harsh cane markings
Four new pieces of lace
Five Silver balls
Six minutes with chopsticks
Seven inches of fullness
Eight strands of pearls
Nine bright red roses

Thursday, January 1, 2015

On the Eighth Day of Christmas

My true love gave to me:
One bright lit candle
Two balls for sucking
Three harsh cane markings
Four new pieces of lace
Five Silver balls
Six minutes with chopsticks
Seven inches of fullness
Eight strands of pearls