Pleasure's Edge

You know I love flowers - all kinds of flowers - roses, daisies, phlox, carnations, freesia, lilac, lavender. I love the scent, the soft petals, the hard stems, the color, the beauty and individuality of each individual facet of the flower. And so, you brought me roses tonight. They were not, however, a gift, but rather, toys to be used for your pleasure and mine. You caressed my skin with the softness, delicately scenting my body with their fragrance. You play with me, keeping me on edge, vulnerable, exposed. You warned me but I ignored you and I came without your permission. For a while, I thought it would okay. You said nothing, but allowed me to suck you, service you, lick your balls, you  cock, rose petals decorating my body. You climbed on top of me, crushing the petals into my skin, staining me with redness and scent. You took what you wanted, what I wanted to give and you blessed me with your Pleasure.

Then, then you showed me the stem. Just the stem. All of its thorns intact and ready. You whispered in my ear, reminding me of my indiscretion, my weakness. I could say nothing for there was nothing to say. I simply accepted your decision as is right and good. You helped me stand, facing the window so that I could look out upon the garden and see the expanse of beauty. You placed the stem in my hands and pressed my wrists toward the glass, forcing the thorns against my skin. I gasped, expecting to feel a multitude of puncture wounds, but you stop me, just in time. And I realize, you have pushed me to a limit, just to the brink, to the edge and here you will keep me until I truly understand that this is where I should have stayed - at the edge of Pleasure.

No more Flaunting

So you think you can just flaunt you body? Show your body to anyone who happens to walk by? Have I not told you that you will dress modestly? Did you truly think that I wouldn't find out about that ridiculously low cut white dress you wore today? You know you will be punished. That dress was to be worn only when I accompanied you and only with my permission. You agreed to that directive. But no, you disobeyed. You just had to flaunt your beautiful breasts didn't you? those delectable curves, that smooth skin, the pert, hard nipples. You know you will be punished. My guess is, that was your intent all along. To push me. To test me. To see if I would truly follow through. The answer - yes, my love, I will follow through and you will be punished. You will cry and you will repent and you will admit not only your wrongdoing, but why you chose to directly disobey an order which you had agreed to. Yes, it will hurt and you will feel the aftermath of your punishment for several hours, possibly even days, but that's good. You will learn not to push me, not to test me, and not to disobey. I want you to know, I am not angry with you, but I am disappointed. Now, be a good woman and take your punishment. Breathe in. First, I will prepare you nipples with my teeth. I'm going to nip and tug and make sure they are tender and hard. I know you don't like when I do this, that you prefer gentle suckling, sweet kisses, but gentleness and sweetness will not teach you your lesson, will it? That's right, go ahead and cry. You can use your safe word if you need to and we will take a break, but you will accept this won't you? Now, now that your nipples are ripe, now I will clip them. You will stand, your arms up, tied in place until I release you. Your tears will run down you cheeks and you will understand that you are mine and that I set rules for your protection. Because I love you. I will keep watch and make sure you are safe, but your tears will not move me to mercy. 

You will do as I say because you know this is for your own good. And when I release you, when you feel the soreness of you nipples later today, tomorrow, you will know they are mine.

Chaste

He is leaving for a week. Business. He has given me an order - to remain chaste while he is gone but I'm not sure I can do that. First, I masturbate daily by his order. He has denied me this for the week. Second, He fucks me daily - obviously he won't be doing that. Third, He often shares my mouth with his friends and sometimes even my pussy (never my ass - that's all his) and by "often" I mean at least once a week. So now, I must be chaste. I can't do this. I know I can't. He's told me that if I fail, my punishment will be severe. I know what this could mean anything from milk and molasses enemas to locked in a pillory to whipped in public. But, I can't do this. I know it. So, I begged him. I knelt before him and presented my case. I want to please him, and yes, I'm afraid of the punishment, but more than that, I'm afraid of his disappointment. I kept my eyes lowered while I begged for his help and then he lifted my chin and smiled at me. I knew than that he had planned for this all along. 

First, he showed me the steel ball which fit easily into my pussy. I no longer have periods, so I don't have to worry about cleansing and such. It fits loosely enough that I can easily bath, but snuggly enough that I cannot insert a finger for play. This he tied to a beautiful, hand crafted belt made of gold and silver leather. There is a small opening so that I can easily urinate and the two back straps allow for my bottom to be open. He knows I would never play with my own anus nor would I ever allow anyone else to do so - that is his alone. Once the device was firmly in place, He used a small lock to secure it around me. The key is attached to a chain he wears around his neck. I have no way to loosen or remove this belt aside from cutting it off, which he has given me permission to do in case of emergency. The solid ball in my pussy is a trial, I'll admit to that. It stimulates and fills but only to the point of remind me of what I cannot touch. 

Some moments, I forget I wear the device as it is, actually, light and comfortable. I can easily keep myself clean while showering and it does not show beneath most of my clothes. Other moments, it is all I can feel, this reminder that only He and those He chooses can touch me and give me pleasure. He calls me every day and has me send him pictures of myself, checking to make sure I am not being chaffed in any way. We talk of all kinds of things. Luckily, he has allowed me to play with my breasts, but only when he skypes me, so I have had some relief, mild though it is. Tonight, he comes home. He has promised that since I have been good, he will take care of me immediately. And so, I wait. Three feet inside the door, kneeling, resting my bottom on my heels, my head bowed. I'm not sure exactly what time he will arrive, but when he does, I will be ready. I will be ready to serve him and greet him as a good woman should.

Well Trained Slut

I will serve you as you desire and i will do so of my own accord. All you need say is "Now" or "Suck" or "Worship" and  i will drop to my knees no matter where and serve you. I know this pleases you, but truthfully, that's not why i do it. i do it because it pleases me. i feel worthy, worthwhile, powerful, sexy, sensuous when I serve you. I want to always, always be available for you. If I am not, i have failed you and i have failed myself. i love when you call or text me, tell me to come to you, to attend to your needs. To crawl to you and worship your cock, to give you pleasure while you attend to your work  - i know of no greater joy. 

Today, you did this. You called and said one word. "Now." I knew what you needed and left the grocery story, the cart full of food. I drove to your office. I smiled at your secretary and she gave me a knowing smile in return. She knew why i was there. I don't know what she thinks, but it doesn't really matter. All that matters is you. I open the door to your office and strip. I know better than to approach you clothed. I do not lock the door. Your secretary knows the routine. She will not disturb us unless you allow it, like you did last week. You dictated a letter while I serviced you. Yes, i was humiliated to be nude and so very submissive in front of this confident, well dressed woman, but also so very proud to serve you. 

Today, you wanted only me in your office and i am grateful. You say nothing to me, nor do you even look up when i entered and stripped. I dropped to my knees and crawled beneath your desk. i know my place. I unzipped your trousers and began my task. You are hard, so i know i am pleasing you. I suckle, kiss, lick your balls, massage your cock while I do so. Then , I move up to your cock, keeping my hands on your balls. I will neglect nothing. Slowly, carefully, I swallow your length, the tip of your cock hitting the back of my throat. You have yet to say anything to me or touch me in any way, but you lean back against your chair and I know I am pleasing you. I hear you sigh and this alone encourages me. I taste the pre-cum sweetness and know you are close. I suck harder, my lips tightly wrapped around you. I massage your perineum and rim your anus with a finger. Your hips jerk. Once, twice. You cum, shooting hot sweetness down my throat and I almost gag. But, you have trained me well and I am well practiced. I keep my mouth on you until I feel your cock shrink to a manageable size. Only then to I release you, kiss the tip and carefully tuck you back into your trousers, zipping closed the fly. I crawl backwards, find my clothing and dress. You do not look up, but continue your work. I leave your office and nod to your secretary who smirks back at me. 

Some women would be humiliated, angered by this treatment, but me - I go through the rest of my day with a smile on face, the taste of your cum in my mouth and wet honey glistening on my thighs.

Ihave sinned - 4

Sunday afternoon. He's given me a choice. I am naked, naturally, and restrained. I am in the basement in our special room - carpeted thickly with heavy curtains hanging along all the walls acting not only as a cover for all the hooks and brackets, but also as an effective sound barrier. The room boasts a large, comfortable four posted bed, two wing backed chairs, one sturdy wooden desk and straight backed chair, a cabinet holding various implements, and another cabinet holding a decanter of good scotch and a few glasses.

I will remain here for the rest of the afternoon at least.  My hands are tied in front of me. He smiles as he offers me the choice - magnetic nipple clips, a pretty new enormous plug, a hand of ginger.  The clips will be horribly painful after about 10 minutes. The plug will hurt going in and I will likely have to wear it for hours, the ginger will burn like hell for about 20 minutes. I point to the ginger.

He kissed me and led me to a post of the bed. He untied my wrists long enough to retie them around the post. He kissed me gently and said, "I thought you might choose that. Did you, by any chance notice that there were five large fingers on that hand?"

I dropped my head. He began to peel and shape the first finger. "I didn't think so. Now, just because I want to, and because of your lack of observance, not only will each finger be put in you for twenty minutes," he inserted the freshly peeled ginger into my anus, "but for you will also wear the clips - twenty minutes on,twenty minutes off."

He placed the clips on my nipples. I cringe with pain and my pussy drips with anticipation. I cry just a bit.

"And then, my dear, when the time is up, I'm going to insert your new pretty, jeweled plug. After that, I'll release you, spank your beautiful ass, and fuck your wet pussy." I moaned. "By then, you'll be ready to come at a simple touch, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, Sir," I answered truthfully. Hell, I wanted to beg him to take me now - with the burn of the ginger making me dance and the pressure on my nipples shooting fingers of need straight to my clit.

He laughed, swatted my ass, and said, "Good. But if you cum without permission, my love, I'll pull out and spank you again." I gasped in despair. "Now, I'll just set the timer and leave you in peace for a while. Twenty minutes from now, I'll release those pretty little nipples and refresh your figged bottom. Be a good girl."

Just over 100 minutes later - sweat pouring off my body, my breath coming in pants, he released me. He sucked my sore nipples, shooting waves of pleasure through my body. He took out the ginger and quickly replaced it with the metal plug. I began to quiver, unable to stop myself. I'm not sure what's wetter - my face or my thighs.

"None of that," he scolded sternly. Then, he sat on the bed and flipped me over his lap. Over and over his hand came down on my bottom. I tried to rub my clit against his leg, but he wouldn't allow me. I cried, I screamed. Yes, the pain was there, but more was the need to cum. He flipped me over onto the end of the bed. He stood naked and beautiful before me. Then, he grabbed my ankles, pulled the up to his shoulder and rammed his glorious cock inside my pussy. I clenched around him,clawing at the covers, desperate not to cum. He fucked me hard,without gentleness, without mercy. He hands kneaded my breasts. I began to see red and knew my pleasure was about to take over.

"Please, please let me cum," I begged.

"Now!" he ordered.

I felt his hot serum shoot inside of me and purple stars exploded before my eyes and shook, I trembled. Someone screamed his name, and I realized it was me.

Later, he lay with me and held me gently, kissed me and told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I was. I warmed under his words, knowing they were not merely words, but truth.

"When will you take the plug out?" I quietly asked.

"Tomorrow. Then, I'm going to fuck your ass."

I have sinned - 3

I am loved and secure and needed and content. Why would I every want anything else?

I had no idea what he had planned for me. He just texted me an an address and time, so I followed my gps and pulled in front of a salon. Cool. A Spa Day!!! Kind of. I was led to a small, warm room and told to remove all of my clothing then to crawl under the sheet. He had scheduled me to get waxed - all of me - my legs,underarms, pussy  - and I do mean ALL of me! I keep my privates nicely groomed, but holy hell that hurt!!! Not only was close to every last hair ripped out, but EVERY hair left was the tweezed out.By the time I was finished, I was actually grateful to be wearing a dress with no undies.

By the time I arrived back home, he was already there waiting for me. He smiled, kissed me, and ran his hands up and down my legs and under my skirt. He sympathized a bit with the redness of my bare skin then told me to get undress and go lie on the bed. Once there, he tied me spread eagle to the bed. I hate this position. I am totally exposed. He always leaves enough play in the ropes to be able to shove a cushion under by bottom so he can easily access both holes and there is nothing I can do to squirm away. Once, he tied me to the table in this position, scrubbed my body and placed various food on it. Then, he invited a few of his friends over for drinks and appetizers. Today, though, there would be no one but the two of us.

"Ready for your marking?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it again. I was about to say that I thought the waxing had been enough. He raised his eyebrow and I hastily answered - Yes, Sir.

He took out his flogger. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. Fire coursed through my veins as he whipped my already tender and newly waxed pussy. I cried. I screamed. I begged him to stop (but did not use my safe word!). After five tormenting strokes, he placed his hand against my tortured flesh.

"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked rhetorically. "Now, baby, I'm going to treat you to dinner. But first, I'm going to insert this plug which you will wear for the rest of the evening. Then, you're going to suck me off. After that, I'm going to untie you, then you can make yourself even more beautiful."

I nodded, sniffing. His cock. I'd do anything to get his cock in my mouth. He smiled and kissed me.

I have sinned - 2

While in the house, I am now required to remain nude unless otherwise directed. I feel so free, and beautiful. I receive a text from him. I am to prepare some appetizers for about 10 people. He will be bringing home a few guests who are interested in the DD lifestyle and he wants to demonstrate a few techniques. Once I finish, I am to shower and dress in the outfit he has hung in his closet for me. I sigh in relief. At least I will be clothed.

I do as instructed and find a lovely shirtwaist, 1950s style dress and low-heeled shoes. No underclothing. I fix my hair and make-up then don the dress, giving a little swirl before the mirror, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton against my bare legs.

At 6:00 sharp, my husband arrives. I kiss him and he hugs me tightly. "Have I mentioned today how lovely you are?" he says.

A few minutes later the doorbell rings and I answer it. A few couples smile and me as I welcome them into my home. I serve the appetizers and drinks, a few of the women offer to help but I shush them. I like to serve guests,especially if they have never been to my home before.It is important not only to him,but also to me, to make them feel comfortable. As they snack, they ask each other questions about DD, mostly about spanking and I begin to understand what my darling is going to be demonstrating. What implements are best for maintenance? Timed or counted spankings? Should she always cry? Should she be naked? My husband answer each question with care and detail. Then he calls me to him. Smiling, I go.

"Now, I think a demonstration is in order," he begins.  "First, be sure to position your darling securing. I like to begin with a warm up to minimize bruising. This can be first accomplished over the clothing."

He begins. I am over his lap, facing the floor, but I can feel their eyes on me. He begins a warm up, gently but firmly, slowly and precisely.  I am tense, as I usually am when he disciplines me before others. Soon, though, I feel myself relax into his lap. He feels this and points out to his students what to watch for - a lessening of tension in my shoulders, my bottom going up slightly to meet his hand. This indicates I'm ready for a more strenuous administration.

He flips up my skirt and I hear the comments on the color of my bottom -how pink it is, but not red, how the color is spread across both cheeks, not just in one area. Then he truly begins. He alternates his hand on my cheeks until I cannot help but squirm on his lap. He holds me firmly in place, ignoring my wiggles and continues to instruct his avid listeners. He points how that it is of vital importance that he, the HoH, decide when my bottom has had enough and that I submit fully to his judgement.  This cannot happen without trust. I must trust him not to harm me. To do what is best for me. He must never, ever betray that trust. While he will mark me, he will never harm me. I am crying now, but sinking into a lovely space. I no longer care about the eyes on my bottom. I care only about him and his hand and his mark and his love. I feel his hand slowing, the gently rubbing my tender, hot ass. He tells his students that the darker areas might bruise a bit, but the rest of my ass will simply be tender and sore for a few hours. He praises my willingness to bend to his will and thanks me for the demonstration. I hear applause. He turns me over and gently cradles me, kissing my head, and explaining the importance of after care, of showing her that your love for her is boundless.

I have Sinned - 1

I have sinned and sinned often this year.

I have behaved in immodest ways.

I have not always obeyed my master.

I have become jealous, greedy, angry.

I am, after all, human and likely to fall into human failings.

Now, however, is the time for recompense, the time for payment of human failings.

Now is the time of sacrifice.

I tithe with my body,

my comfort is willingly sacrificed at your discretion

Each night, you will mark me, you have decreed this, during Lent.

You will mark me with a slapper, a whip, a cane, a belt

Your teeth, your hand, your cum

For forty nights I will bear your mark, not with pride, but with gratitude.

You will teach me, please, of my failings as a human

and my purpose - which is to serve.

Through this service, I find joy and fulfillment

pleasure and security. I find Myself.

Today he has called me and told me to come to his office. The mark from his cane has barely begun to fade but I know if I don't arrive within the allotted time, he will issue a punishment in addition to my daily mark. So I rush. And that is my mistake. I have forgotten that he has denied me the luxury of panties during lent. At least I remembered to wear a dress! Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking - or not thinking - when I slipped on the panties.

He locks his office door and tells his secretary that he will not be disturbed. He tells me to take off my dress and I do. When he sees the panties he sigh

s, orders me to bend over the desk and then he takes out his knife. I'm so embarrassed about my mistake that I don't even think about complaining. When he cuts off my panties, he tells me that he had planned on simply checking my mark, but since I disobeyed, he was forced to punish me. My cheeks flame. I know that Jeff, his secretary, will hear.

He pulls out his chair and takes me over his knee. His hand comes down hard - no warm up. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Over and over again he spanks me. I can feel his hard cock beneath my belly and so I focus on that, blocking out the pain. Finally, he stops.He holds me a few moments then has me stand up. He kisses my tears away and helps me pull on my dress again.

"Next time you disobey, I will have Jeff administer the punishment. He and his wife also practice a traditional marriage. Now, go on with the rest of your day. But remember, this was a punishment, not your daily mark. Tonight, I plan on using my belt."

He kissed me again and I left his office, careful not to make eye contact with Jeff. As I made dinner, all I could think of was my burning ass and the kiss of leather yet to come. For some reason, I couldn't keep the smile from my face.

I look about my home with a prideful eye. I know pride is a sin, but I can't help it. Every room is spotless, fresh flowers grace the table, the oyster stew bubbles on the stove and the scent of fresh bread wafts throughout the kitchen. I know He will be pleased when he arrives home in about an hour, but I am pleased as well. A clean, well organized house brings me peace and happiness.

My phone chirps and I read the text:  Remove your clothes. If needed, you may wear your apron, but for the rest of the weekend, you will remain in the house and naked. I would like you to be bent over a chair and the cane ready for me when I arrive home. I love you.

I feel my pussy lips plump and soften in anticipation. If he wants me naked for the weekend, he will use me often. Glancing at the clock, I quickly remove my clothing. Then, I take the bread out of the oven and set it on a wire rack to cool. I find his cane and position myself. Then I wait. and wait. and wait. I concentrate on breathing and then I hear his footsteps.

"You are so absolutely lovely," he says.

I smile and grasp the arms of the chair. Then I hear the whistle of the cane. Fire flashes across my bottom and I cry out but I do not move. He runs his hands over the heat. He kisses my back and pulls me upright. He hugs me, kisses me again and fingers my wet pussy. I hear him chuckle but he keeps on kissing me and finger fucking me.I have to hold onto him when the pleasure takes over. Once I'm back on earth, he breaks the kiss, smiles at me and says, "Dinner smells wonderful."

I am His

Red and white. Those are the only colors I will be wearing next to my skin for a while. I know they are unusual colors for lent, but this is what HoH has decreed and so this is what will happen. Actually, I may wear only white underclothing but I will also be allowed to accessorize with red - more to the point, HE will be accessorize with red. 

Lent is a time of sacrifice and deep thinking and so it shall be in our household. My ass, my thighs, my breasts, the backs of my legs, one or all will be spanked, caned, or slapped each morning until my skin has reached the color HoH desires. Each morning, after I shower He will come to me, decide where I will be reddened, decided which implement He will use. While He is deciding, I will administer to his cock, suckling, caressing, kissing. When He decides, I will present myself to him as He chooses - across his lap, bent over a chair, bound to bed. When my skin has reached a satisfactory color, He may choose to make love to me or not. Then, I will go on with my morning activities - making breakfast, putting the kitchen to rights - while he dresses for work. 

I will go about my day, wearing only white undergarments next to my reddened skin and I remember I am loved and cared for and I will know my place in the universe. No matter how crazy the world is, I will know I am thought of and important and essential and respected because I am His.

Grateful for your Submission

Don't think for one moment that this is a punishment. I have no anger inside of me, only awe at your beauty and the gift of your submission. This is not a reprimand or a test. You have broken no rules and have proven your loyalty and love over and over again. No. I am doing this because this is what we both need, what we both want. I need your tears and you need to shed them. I need to hear your voice cry out in both pleasure and pain and you need to scream. I need to see your skin reddened because of my minstrations and your eyes lower in humility and humiliation. These are your gifts to me. You need to give totally of yourself to feel whole and complete.  And so we will begin. First, I will undress you and you will be totally and completely nude and available to me in any and all ways.

Then,  I will twist and tweak and pinch your beautiful nipples until you fall to your knees. This, though, will not stop me. You will suck my cock, worship my balls and attend to my needs until I release deeply down your throat. You will swallow and lick and clean every inch of my cock, my balls, my perineum, my anus all while I keep a firm grip on your swollen, tender nipples.

Then, once my initial lust has been satisfied. Then, You will prepare yourself and you will accept my belt and my hand.  You will accept ten strokes at a time. In between your sets, I will fill your ass, your pussy with my fingers, a plug, a vibrator, ginger, my fist, my cock, whatever I choose to fill them with. I will alternate between the leather and the flesh and you will accept it all. You will give me your orgasms and your tears and you will not remove your hands from their position. You will receive ten sets and you will be grateful for them just as I am so very, very grateful for you.




Then, when I have decided you are ready, Then, I will make love to you. I will kiss your body and slowly, gently show you just how grateful I am for your gift and how much I love and respect and need you. You are not my submissive. You are my Life.
Many do not understand what we do, what we have, but we do. Know this, my Love. If you want to stop, you know how to stop me. If you want me to continue, kneel before me.

Lesson in Love

The book has been officially released!Lesson in Love is Now available!

Alma has been through a lot in her life but she knows it is coming to an end. Her only

worry is for her great granddaughter, Carrie, whom she raised. She wants Carrie to know

happiness and love even if it means taking a risk.

Alma instructs Carrie to read her diary. Carrie starts to understand things about this

incredible woman that made her the strong person she is today. In the diary, Carrie is surprised to

find that her great grandmother was sold to a brothel and worked as a prostitute during the Great

Depression. It is a story of sex, love, heartbreak, and loss. It is a story that will help Carrie deal

with the most terrible blow of all, losing her great grandmother.

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras - Fat Tuesday. A day, in the traditional sense of the word, to use all of the "fat" in the house - butter, milk, eggs, sugar - because all of these are forbidden during Lent, a time of fasting, sacrifice and soul searching. More recently, Mardi Gras has become a time for abandoned morals, boob flashing and uninhibited sexuality. This, this is what Mark has decided will happen today. I will be the Mardi Gras Toy for him and whomever else he selects.  I'm a bit nervous but can't deny my excitement.

In honor of the holiday, I will be masked - thank god! I am far more obedient when I'm masked. Must have something to do with being totally dependent upon Mark to protect me and the fact that if I can't see whom is using me, I won't be embarrassed later on if I meet the same person. Oh, and I'm not allowed to speak except for my safe word. I can moan, cry or make other sounds, but I cannot actually speak. I simply obey. Mark makes all the decisions, answers yes or now, offers my services. I am a Toy to be played with and used for pleasure - not my own - but His. You see, he likes to share me and brag about my training and my obedience.

And so, I kneel before these men and My Lord and Master. I bow my head and await His directives. Will I obey - of course I will. Will I find my own pleasure - no doubt. Will I make Mark proud - oh yes. Yes, I will.

Time to get Down and Dirty

 She knows better, obviously, and knows I will not tolerate rudeness simply for the sake of being rude. I also could not fail but note the gloating look she cast my way, testing to see my reaction to her disregard of a simple request - please pick up my dry cleaning today - stating only that she "didn't feel like it." Game on. Time to get down and dirty.

I picked her up, took her to the back yard and made her strip. If she's too sassy, she looses her clothes, Time for a bit of humbling. She grumbles, but obeys. Then, I tell her to put her hands against the big oak tree while I teach her some manners. She balks, complains, tries to argue. That's when I pull out the chains. She quiets, but remains sulky and holds out her wrists. I attached the chains and loop her latched wrists over a peg I have pounded into the tree - yes this behavior is not new or unusual. I remind her to stand still, which she does not. Fine. I leave her in place go back inside to get the prepared fig. I KNEW I'd need this.I also grab some wasabi. She deserves it. I press her chest against the rough bark of the tree and insert the fig of ginger in her anus. Now she's begging me to stop, promising she'll be good. I am not even close to falling for this. I take the tube of wasabi and place a tiny dab on her clit. That will get her attention!
She sucks in her breath as the double sting and burn of the ginger and horseradish tantalize her delicate tissue. While she's processing this, I pick up my switch and teach her the manners she has so easily forgotten. After about 10 minutes, she's crying and far more humble than before. She's no longer asking me to stop, but rather asking for forgiveness. MUCH better, so I sooth her poor red bottom, remove the ginger and kiss her.
"Okay," she says, panting a bit, "I've been a bitch. I apologize Sir."
"I accept that apology, but you didn't think I was finished with your lesson did you?"

Her eyes opened wide.
"Your mouth gets you in trouble, so I want no speaking. I'm not gagging you, so you you must control yourself. You speak or even moan too loudly. You scream or gasp louder than a whisper, you will regret it. For each time you break this rule, you will add another fifteen minutes to your time outside."

I see her face pale. True, I live in a secluded, country area, but there's always a chance someone could come by. Besides, she hates the outside - fair skinned, a tasty treat for bugs, a strong dislike of dirt and mud.  She nods and gulps. I know she will now honestly try to obey.

I release her from the tree and take her to the meadow where I place her on her back. Now, I'm going to fuck her. She hates being fucked outside, but I love it. The soft, fragrant grass, sunshine, butterflies, perfect. I hold her hands above her head and offer no mercy. This is my time to enjoy and her time to re-learn her place. She is dripping wet, her folds sweet with her own honey, so i know she doesn't mind too much. I give no warm up, but thrust into her. The wasabi has been either absorbed or brushed off now, but her clit is tender and sensitive and she cums almost immediately. Without thought, she cries out and I grin. Oh yes. Today will be glorious - well - for me anyway. After a good long time I feel the mountain move and know I'm going to cum soon. She's so soft and warm and her eyes beg me for more and more. I pull out and spray her body with my seed. Hot, white cream hits her stomach, her tits even and again she screams. She loves for me to fill her with my cum, but today isn't about what she wants, it's about her obedience. Another fifteen minutes of communion with nature.

I dress again, standing while leaving her to lie nude, her wrists still attached to light chains, on the grass. I helped her up and she walks behind me to the hiking trail. Suddenly, I'm in the mood for a bit of exercise. Understanding her fate - to walk through the woods, nude, covered in cum - my poor girl begins to cry - quietly. She drops to her knees, lowers he head and waits. She's begging now, silently, obeying my rule. I smile, Yes, she's learning now. The question is, though, do I grant her mercy and allow her to spend her remaining time in the relative safety of my yard or, do I remain stern and have her follow me on my short walk where she will suffer humiliation and fear of exposure. Truly, this is a simple questions. What kind of a Man would I be if I were too soft? I tilt her head up, kiss her and give the leash a small tug. I'm so looking forward to my little walk.

Commitment Pledge

Our seven days are up. I love this. Yes, the first few days were difficult. I fought and argued and was reprimanded. He held me to my word and pulled me over his lap, pulled down my jeans, and spanked me until I cried and cried and cried, not for mercy, but for forgiveness. Only then did he stop to sooth my red, bruised bottom. Only when I admitted to him and to myself that felt most complete, most free, most happy when I kept my pledge did I see what he had known all along.





As a submissive, I have greater freedom, greater choice, greater power than I ever did. I am free to feel, free to choose pleasure, free to explore the power of my own sensuality. I have made my choice. And it is to be Free.

The Allure of a Mask

What is it about a mask? Is it the false or hidden identity that frees us from our conservative, predetermined conventions? Or is it coyness? Or fear? Whatever the allure is, a mask is certainly freeing. Ironic, really, that by physically wearing a tangible mask we allow ourselves to unmask our true desires, wants, needs. We can be whomever we choose to be. Perhaps, just perhaps, we a mask should be visited more often that just Mardi Gras.