Focus

I've been out of sorts lately. Unfocused. For good reason, mind you, but Mister is right. Enough is enough. Today, I will learn to re-focus. He has decided that I need to let go of the worry over things I have no control over and remember than there is only so much I can do in any situation. I've been too obsessive about things and that never helps anything - neither the situation, nor me, nor the the people involved. So, this isn't really a day of punishment, but rather of refocusing.

He's determined to remind me that I can't control the universe. At times, I can't even control my own body. And with that lack of control, somehow everything works out just fine. So - He's taken control of my body away from me. I will wear wrists cuffs all day. Sometimes, they will be joined, sometimes attached to other things, sometimes I'll have no bonds to hold me at all. He makes that decision.

I can't speak other than to answer a question or use my safe word. Which means, I can't even tell him when I need to use the bathroom. I have to wait for him to ask me if I do, then he must give me permission.  This is hard, because he's starting the day with a forced enema. Three, actually. One of warm water to clean me out, the second of with cool, almost cold water with lemon juice added. This will cause me to cramp terribly, but he has added a large plug to prevent most leakage. I want to beg him to let me release, but he's set a timer. I must hold this for at least 10 minutes. One that is released, he again fills my bowels with warm water to help was away any residue. This he makes me hold for 15 minutes while I suck on his cock. I'm crying from humiliation. I hate when he administers these enemas. Usually, he simply orders me to do it, but he's teaching me that I have less control over life, even my own body, than I would like. He grabs my head and pushes down. His hips jerk as he fills my mouth with his seed. Now this, this I love. To know I've pleased him and to drink of his own body. He kisses my forehead and tells me that my time is up. I can release the plug in private and he steps out of the room.

I'm grateful for this and quickly attend to my cleansing. I know this much attention to my nether region means one thing. It will be well used today. Sure enough, I finish cleaning myself and step out into the hallway. He takes me to the basement - which used to be a root cellar - so it's dark, a little damp and scary. He takes me over to bench and binds me to it. It will be a long time, I know, before I am released. I blush even though I have been here before. Still, he has access to every intimate area of my body and I am helpless to stop anything. My breasts even dangle between the center bar and I have no doubt he will take advantage of this.

He begins with the flogger. Gently, easy. But soon, his strikes become harder, faster. I'm crying out in pain and he reminds me that I have one choice only. To say the Safe Word or endure. I choose to endure. Then, he puts the flogger down. He runs his hand over my hot skin and down my slit. I'm very wet and uses my own moisture to lube my anus. I close my eyes. I knew this was coming. He enters my back door, not harshly, but with purpose. He grasps my hips and fucks. I can't touch him and call out his name. He has all the control, not me. It takes him a while since he's already come in my mouth, so he pounds away, his balls slapping against my wet pussy lips. I want him in my pussy, but I can't ask him. I must be silent. He has the control to use whatever he chooses. I feel the rhythm speed up and hear his labored breathing. He pulls out and sprays my ass and back with his steaming stream. I hate this and he knows it. This is why he did it. He's teaching me that I can't control everything. Sometimes, I can't control my own body.

He rests for a while, leaving me bound to the bench. He gets a glass of water and, using a straw, offers me a sip. Then, he goes back to my bottom. This time with a leather paddle. I'm already crying but you ignore this. I can say my Word and it will stop, but I don't. I don't want to stop. I don't want control. Ten strikes to each cheek and thigh you give me. I'm beyond sobbing now. You check to make sure I'm okay and I am. You unhook me and cradle me in your arms. You kiss me and hold me and whisper that I've been good. You're proud of me. If I can keep this up, perhaps tonight or tomorrow you'll actually fuck my pussy. I moan in anticipation, but cuddle against you. You're right. I did to to refocus and the only way I was going to do that was by giving you total control.

Leather

I love the smell, the feel, the touch of leather. I mentioned this some time ago and now He has decided that for 48 hours i  shall feel only leather on my skin. Well, leather and him.  I arrived at his home and he immediately ripped my clothing from my body. I love and hate when this happens. His power, his strength both frighten and thrill me, but I also know that when I leave, I will be wearing only one of his dress shirts and, perhaps, a belt to hold it in place plus my shoes.

After I am completely nude (aside from the shoes) you use two belts to bind my legs. You've never done this before and the position is both erotic and uncomfortable. I can still close my legs but I cannot straighten them. You wear leather gloves so that i cannot feel the skin of your hands touching me. I begin to speak, but you want none of this and so you gag me with another leather belt. It is thin, so in theory I could speak around it and it in no way restricts my breathing. I'm grateful for the thinness because this also always me to bite down on it which I need to do .

You push my bound legs apart and using your gloved hand, you spank my pussy. Pain radiates through me and tears spill down my cheeks, but my pussy responds well to this treatment and so you continue until the smacks resound with a wet, slurping sound. 

You stand then, unzip your trousers and push your hard cock into my swollen, tender hole. I raise my hips as best I can and cry out again, this time with pleasure, when you begin to fuck me. It hurts. Oh how it hurts, but more than that, the look of pleasure on your face and the feel of you inside of me push me over the edge and I coat your cock with my cum. You pull out and stroke yourself, finally coming across my stomach and breasts.

You release my legs and allow me a few moments to recover. You stand and dress yourself then help me to stand as well. You do not remove the belt around my head and i know this is for a reason. I will need to bite down again. I will not be allowed to speak. You have me bend, placing my hands on an end table in your living room. I am facing a window and am grateful for the thin sheer curtain. You remove your gloves and I am grateful for that as well. I love your hands. It is not, though, your hands on me now. It is the leather slapper. I hate that blasted thing. It takes so little effort from you for it to leave marks on my skin, which is exactly why you enjoy it so much. I bite down on the belt and dance a bit from foot to foot. Once again tears flow easily from my eyes but you show no mercy. My ass is on fire and, shamefully, I can smell my own arousal again. Just when I think I will break and use my safe word you stop. I suck in air from around my gag but I do not break position. I know better. I hear as you move about the room, humming to yourself. I hear ice drop into a glass and smell whiskey. I listen to your footsteps fade and you walk into your bedroom. Then silence. 

You come back, take my arms and position them behind my back. You wrap a soft piece of leather around them, binding them in place. I feel the tip of a plug against my anus and bite down. You tell me that you have had this plug specially made. It was not overly large so that I could wear it for an extended time bu it was also made of specially treated leather. This is going to be a wonderful weekend.

Let 'Em In

Someone's knockin' at the door!

Somebody's ringin' the bell!

Do me a favor a favor and let'em in!

Yes, these are the lyrics from a very popular Wings song "Let'em in". Today is the anniversary of its release and my Mister decided to honor this release in a special way. He came home from work early and I was thrilled. He took me into the bedroom, blindfolded me, bound my hands and ankles and had his awesome way with me. I absolutely love being blindfolded since it heightens all of my other senses. Having my hands and ankles bound also forces me to be even more submissive, at least in my own mind. I know good and well that all I'd have to do was say "No" and the bindings would be gone. But why in the name of that is holy fucking hot would I do that??? So he takes me, makes love to me, gently, slowly, kissing every inch of me, uses my body just like we both want and finally he comes inside of me. I think he's finished, right? Wrong. I hear "Someone knocking at the door!" and what does he do? He lets 'em in! and onto me! Yep. I know it isn't him because, hell, I KNOW his body, his touch, his smell, his taste. This is NOT him! But I hear him. He's talking me through this. Telling me it's all okay. That we are going to commemorate the release of his favorite song by letting 'em in. Into me that is. Dead silence for a moment and then I nod and say, "Open the door, Uncle Ernie".  So, the "knocker" speaks quietly to "Uncle Ernie", so quietly that I can't catch enough of the voice to tell who it is. "Ernie" unbinds my ankles only to bind them again, spread eagle this time, attaching them to the bedposts. He also takes my bound wrists and raises them above my head, attaching them also to the bed. Now I'm stuck. I already have Ernie's beautiful come inside of me, so I'm good and wet. "knocker" goes to town and fucks me. Hard. Fast. His hands grabbing my ass and digging in. This is not making love, this is fucking. I cry out, shocked, but not asking to stop. Ernie tells me how proud he is of me, that I can take it (he's right!), that he's the luckiest man to have such a woman. Finally, "knocker" pulls out and sprays hot cum all over my stomach and breasts. Ernie kisses me, again praising me. He sucks my nipples and I explode, orgasming again myself. Then, the doorbell rings. I moan and squeak a bit and Ernie says, "Somebody ringin' the bell." I pant, regaining my breath, then answer, "Open the door and let'em in." Ringer again whispers to Ernie too low for me to hear. This time, I am released, told to kneel beside the bed and my wrist to the foot board. I know what's coming and I hate it (but love it at the same time). Mr. Ringer fingers my seriously wet pussy now and then my rosebud. He pushes in quite a bit of the wetness so that I am good and lubed up. Ernie again talks me through it all, praising me, pointing out my perfect (pfffft) body. He's petting my hair and rubbing my back while "Ringer" eases his cock into my back door. I whine and moan but also push back against him. Once he has landed he goes to it. Fingers digging deeply into my hips, cock fucking my anus and Ernie (or maybe Ringer) slapping my ass. I can't stand it anymore. I cum and I cum hard, squeezing Ringer tighter than he expected because he yells "Jesus!" like it's the second coming (see what I did there) and releases his load into my rear end. Eventually, I come back to earth and by that time, Uncle Ernie and I are alone again. He's untied me and is holding me on his lap. 

What a lovely way to celebrate a great song!

He Warned Me.

He warned me. He did. Not once but three times. I chose to ignore his warnings and, instead, teased and flirted and mouthed off. I even dared him to carry through with his warning. And now, here I am. Cuffed to the balcony railing. Waiting. I never thought he'd go through with it, but he is. The doorbell just rang and I can here Joe, Dan and him talking. I keep my eyes closed because it's bad enough that they can see me, I don't want to see them. HE is explaining the situation to them. Telling them of my disobedience, my mouthy brattiness. He knows I can hear every word because he raises his voice just a bit and orders me to open my eyes and look at him. Reluctantly, I do so. And there they are. Three sets of eyes staring up at me. I start to cry and my tears drip on the floor beneath me, close to their shoes. This isn't the first time He has used others in my punishments, and it won't be the last. He knows I hate it, but he also knows it's effective. Joe, the quiet one, stands silently staring up at me and says, "Let's get to it." Dan, one of the strictest Doms I've ever met, grins at me, slaps HIM on the shoulder and asks, "How long?" I hold my breath.
 "Ten minutes," HE answers. I breathe more easily. Ten minutes. I can handle ten minutes of spankings.
 "Each of us."

 Oh my God.
"I'll go first, then Joe and Dan, if you will, you last."
Oh my God! After twenty minutes of punishment from both HIM and Joe, Dan, who knows exactly how to make me dance, will have ten minutes with my poor bottom?? I'm sobbing now, imagining not sitting for the next three days.
"One more thing, just to be sure she remembers her position. After our time is up, I want her fucked. Either hole is fine. Just fuck her hard and cum over her ass. She needs to learn that I will do with her body as I want to, when I want to and how I want to."

He looked up at me, grinned and said, "You need this, don't you my love."
I gulped. Here is where he's asking permission to go through with it. Here is where I can say no and be released. Here, my punishment could end with simple humiliation and begging. Here is where I decided.
"Yes, Milord. I do need this."

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.

Public Corner Time

My Lord disciplines me regularly. I have a smart mouth and a stubborn streak about the width of a five lane highway. I truly want to curb these tendencies, and so He is very strict with me. Last night, for instance, he asked me a question and I gave a flippant answer. I ignored his warning look. He asked what I did all day (he was just curious) and I answered with: What difference does it make?
Yep. That did it. We have rule. He doesn't wait to discipline me. He does it immediately, even if we are in public. Thankfully, we were at home this time - in our front room. He will spank me with whatever he has available. His belt, a rolled up magazine, his hand, a wooden spoon. In anticipation of my poor behavior, My Lord has prepared and placed various implements in discrete locations in every room of our home. A wooden paddle in a kitchen cabinet, a cane leaning against the fireplace. Tonight, though,he is satisfied with his hand. Oh, and did I mention I must be nude during all discipline sessions? Or as close to nude as possible if it is in public (Yes, he has pulled my skirt up, lowered my drawers and spanked me on a park bench before. He shows no mercy aside from warming up my bottom before the real spanking begins. Twenty swats - ten on each cheek and I'm crying, weeping, begging forgiveness. Finally he stops, rubs my bottom but tells me he has a special corner time planned for me. I nod, but I'm not nervous. Standing in a corner? big deal. I'm not afraid of a corner. Corners don't bother me a bit. Then, reality hits me and I realize he is well aware of this so he must, indeed, have something "special planned.

And he does. I'm still over his lap and I hear him open the drawer to an end table. He fingers my bottom hole and I feel something cold enter it. I squirm and plead. He shushes me and places a hand on my lower back. I feel a cold hardness enter me and I tense up. He smacks my bottom again and I relax and the anal hook enters my hole. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, ties it and then ties the other end to the top of the hook, ensuring that I cannot bow my head. Then, he stands me up. I have tears running down my face and when I reach up to wipe them away, he catches my wrist and loops a rope over it. He then walks me to the large picture window and I panic. I pull against him and he gives me a look which stops me cold. I try to look down, but my tied hair stops me. He attaches first one wrist then the other to the hooks hidden behind the curtains.

For fifteen minutes I must remain here - in my "special" corner. Luckily, we live on the third floor of a lovely condo building, but three floors is not high enough to hid my nakedness from the public. If anyone happens to look up, they will see me in all my shameful glory. My bottom is throbbing, my anus is plugged, I cannot bow my head and my face, I'm sure, is redder than my ass. My Lord is a master disciplinarian.

Testing.

"Are you comfortable?"
No
"Physically or mentally?"
Physically yes, mentally no.
"Do you plan on disobeying or refusing?"
No.
"Why not?"
Because you request this of me and I want to please you.
"Even if you are embarrassed by the situation?"
yes.
"Why?"
Because my embarrassment will not harm me but this act will please you.

He smiled and i knew i was right. i hate this. i truly hate this. i am humiliated and terrified even though i know everything will turn out just fine. Still, He has never asked me to appear in public like this. True, i will know no one since I will be covered. Still, i've never had my pussy completely bare before, but
He has ordered me to shave and so I did.
He has ordered no underclothing, and so it shall be.
He has ordered that instead of panties, i will have rope tied to remind me of my allegiance to Him, and so i stand still as he adjusts the cotton rope which will serve as both my reminder and my lingerie for the day.

I dress. Professionally. i put on my black suit skirt and jacket. i button the jacket and add a scarf since i am allowed no blouse or bra beneath. The rope presses against the bud between my petals and i almost orgasm, but don't. He owns these and will tell me when i can cum. He sees my struggle and smiles. He pats my bottom and i sigh with pleasure.

"Ready?"
Yes, Sir.

He helps me into the car and we drive to work. i am his personal assistant as well as his pet. i serve Him in any way he desires. Today, however, will be a challenge. He has a meeting with other professors to discuss testing procedures and i will be required to take notes, serve refreshments and hand out documents all while feeling His rope around me. May i pass this test!

Sensuous Metal

Yes, it is cold, but tends to quickly absorb heat from any nearby source. In this case, her skin. I have planned for this day, this evening. My flower awaits Me, kneeling. She has no idea of the plan for this day, but will do as I say, trusting that I will never harm her nor will I break her hard limits, few though they be. First, I attach the metal clips to her nipples. I have her hold the chain in her mouth partially to keep the tension on the little buds and partially for the sheer beauty of seeing the silver metal pressed against her red lips. She knows to keep her eyes closed. I prefer this to a blindfold since she must use her own discipline to obey. I keep an eye on her while I attach one end of the long delicate chain to the ceiling hook. I have designed my entire third floor as a our private sanctuary. I delight in the expressions which flit across her face as she hears my movements but is unsure of what she hears.

I remove the chain from her mouth and kiss her. She leans into me and begins to put her arms around my neck but stops herself. I have trained her well. I stand and opens her mouth. I tell her to open her eyes and she does, gazing directly into mine. I guide my cock into her mouth and she sighs. Her eyes darken with passion. With each movement, the chain between her nipples swings. I know she feels the terrible pinch but will not complain. She sucks me deeper into her throat, her eye lids flutter as she struggles to keep her gaze locked on my face. I pull away from her, not wanting to cum yet. I help her to stand and then lead her by her chain.

Once I have her in position, I wrap the long chain about her waist. She shivers with cold, the attach the other end to the ceiling hook. Quickly, I release her breasts. She gasps as the blood rushes back into her nipples and hugs herself. I stand back a moment and smile as she comforts herself. Then, I kneel before her. She tastes divine. I will dine on her sweet honey for a long, long time. She is, after all, my captive.

How to handle a disobedient Sub

I saw that look in her eye when she stood for inspection. She was in a mood, which was a challenge to my authority over her. She knows good and well that I would never do anything to harm her or cross any of our hard limits, but she also knows good and well that when I tell her to prepare for something we have previously agreed to, she'd best get on with in. We had planned tonight for a while and when she stood nude for my inspection, her eyes glared daggers at me. 

Problem?

Yes. I've changed my mind. I don't want do this.

"And you think telling me now will change that. Now, when my guests are due to arrive at any moment? 

She says nothing, but glares at me. 

Not often, but once in a while, she challenges me in such a way. I realize this is a test to see if I will actually force her to go through with our plans for the evening or if I will cave to her demands. Let me assure you. I do NOT cave.

Kneel

She hesitantly does so and I affix the blindfold. She begins to speak and I put my hand over her mouth.

The only reason for you to open your mouth tonight is to accept a cock in it.

Whatever

I slapped her. Her eyes widen in shock, then she lowers them and slowly nods.

I smile at this. Next, remind her that she has agreed to all of this and I will certainly hold her accountable. She remains kneeling when the doorbell rings and I usher in my guests - two gentlemen I know but she does not. She will service them in anyway that I require. She will not see them nor will she speak  unless to say her safe word. We sit in the parlour, drinking cocktails, laughing, chatting. Them men keep their eyes focused on my submissive who, smartly, keeps her head bowed and her hands crossed demurely. I notice the cocks of my friends are now quiet anxious and what kind of a host would I be If I did not accommodate them. Besides, I love to see her service other men. 

Bill, which hole do you claim?

Her mouth

Very good. Stephen?

Her pussy

Excellent choice. That leaves her ass for me. Would you gentlemen prefer all together or one at a time.

My friends glance at each other and Bill answers.

Let's prolong this, so, one at a time.

I see her shudder a bit at that and I place my hand on her shoulder. Sadly, she showed a bit of resistance earlier so I will ask you gentlemen to avoid gentleness. Feel free to use her as you desire. Bill, why don't you go first.

He steps up to her, grasps her hair and forces her hair back.

Unzip my pants, Bitch.

She tenses at the rude name, but does as she is told. His cock springs free and he pushes its entire length into her mouth. She begins to gag and press her hands against his thighs. I tsk, tsk and hold her hands behind her. Bill fucks her mouth mercilessly and within a few minutes moans, his cum leaking down her chin. I lean down and whisper to her: Yet another mistake, my dear. You know you are to swallow.

Stephen steps up. He pulls her up by her arms and leads her to the chair. He has her kneel on the seat and bend over the back. His cock is already out and he enters her wet pussy. I can see her juices glistening on her thighs. As he fucks away, he slaps her ass cheek. Not both, just the right one. The skin turns first pink, then red. She whimpers but does not speak. Finally, pulls out and shoots his load across her hot, scarlet ass cheek. 

Now, it's my turn. I have plans. Asking Stephen and Bill to assist me, we bind her to a long board. She is tied to it by her wrists, her chest, her legs, her ankles. Before I tie her lower extremities, I lift her hips up onto a rolled pillow. Then, I kneel, my throbbing cock over her asshole. Using her own juices, I use two fingers to lubricate her tight hole and then slowly enter her. She tenses and cries out, but says nothing. Perhaps she's learned her lesson. Slowly, I pull out. Then in. Then out. She strains against her bounds, trying to match my strokes, but she cannot move. I fuck her slowly, gently even. Then the moment comes. She tenses and begins to tremble. I know she's on the edge. And this is where her true punishment comes in. I pull out. She cries and tries to turn her head toward me. I stand before her and say:

No, I'm not going to beat you for your disobedience. I'm going to keep you on edge. All night. I'm going to have one more drink with the boys here, then they will leave. After that, I'll fuck your ass some more. You, though, will be denied orgasm. If you're good, perhaps I'll give you relief tomorrow. Until then, you may as well resign yourself to a very long, frustrating night.

She dropped her head to the board and sighed. I lifted her chin and saw one tear trail down her cheek. I kissed her forehead and smiled. She smiled back. Yes, I was right. Her defiance had been a test for me and I had, most assuredly, passed.

Belted

That sound. That terrifying, wonderful sound. His belt slowly brushing against the denim as he pulls it free of the loops. I know that sound. It makes me shiver with dread and moisten with anticipation. My mouth goes dry and my nipples harden. I know what is coming and I welcome it as much as I fear it. I could beg but it would do no good. I could cry but he would know they were not true tears this soon. I could say "Redlight" and he would stop, but we both know I will not say that - at least not yet. 

I have committed no grievous error. I have not spoken rudely. I have not broken a rule. This is not for a correction. This is for pleasure. His, yes, but I cannot deny it is for mine as well. I stand and face him, watching wide eyed and keep silent. He will tell me what he wants. He may want me on the bed, lying still under my own willpower. He may test my ability to endure. This prospect is truly fearful since if I fail - if I turn over or try to protect my bottom with my hands - He will find some other way to punish me. Once, after the spanking, he rubbed a very light coating of capsan on my skin. I burned and cried for hours.

Perhaps he will tie my hands so that I cannot protect myself. Oh, I could still dance away - or at least attempt to, but he enjoys this. He laughs. He is very, very good and placing his belt exactly where he wants it; how hard he wants it - where and how I will feel it most but receive no lasting damage. If I turn around, he will belt the tops of my thighs - or worse, my breasts. ARE YOU READY? he asks. I gulp and nod. He frowns and I quickly answer: Yes. DO YOU WANT THIS? he asks. I answer: Oh yes, please, I do.

I never lie to him.

Accepting the Spanking.

I know the rules and I broke several of them. Willingly and knowingly. Which rules I broke do not matter. Now, it's time to face the piper. I know my job. I signed up for it. I signed a contract that would never hold up in court, yet it is still binding, at least in my mind and His. I am His. I am His personal librarian and code d'Odalisque. Yes, that's an old world term, which translates, more or less, into "pleasure slave." As His librarian, I have rules which must be followed and when they are not, I am punished which often involves pain, humiliate and then forgiveness. As His code d'Odalisque, my only "job" is to give Him pleasure, whatever His pleasure may be. This rarely involves actually pain or humiliation. If these are involved they always lead to pleasure. Tonight, though, I am to be punished. I understand and accept this. He would never punish me unless I did.

I am to be tied to His desk in the library. He will whip me first with his hand, then his belt. He will set the timer for ten minutes and whip me until the timer goes off. Then,  He will fuck me leaving me tied to the desk, his cum dripping out of me. He has told me all of this. This will be the pain. Then, will be the humiliation. He will invite a few of his friends over for drinks. They will talk, drink, and I will remain in place, spread open red assed, tears streaking my face, his cum drying on my thighs and pussy lips. He will offer them the use of any of my holes. They will be allowed to spank me as well. I am not to speak.  He will answer all questions, make all decisions. He has discussed this with me and I have agreed. I have a choice and I choose Him.

Rope Panties

We're going to a party tonight. All the guests will be of like mind - tops and bottoms, masters and slaves, doms an subs. The party is to begin in a public location with public play. Because alcohol is sold, the law prohibits total nudity, so my genitals and nipples must be covered. Still, Matthew has ordered that I wear no underwear for one full week. I'm not sure what to do, so I place black electrical tape over my nipples and pull on my dress, a short, sweet little red number and slip into matching heels. I'm concerned, but I also trust Matthew to make the final decision. I'm just finishing putting on my lipstick when the doorbell rings.

"Good," he says then kisses me. "You're almost ready. Lift your dress."
I do so.

"Now that's my good girl, following my orders," he tells me and I blush a bit, pleased by his words.

"Keep holding the dress up."

I see him take out a length of soft silken rope. He kneels in front of me and gets to work. I close my eyes and sigh. I love when he binds me. It's like a hug, but better almost because when he ties me into a corset, loops rope around my wrists, binds me in any way, I am constantly reminded of his hands, his arms, his body. I feel him even when he is not touching me. I feel a warmth deep inside of me and know the tremor of my body. He slides the rope between my petals and positions a knot on my clit. I bite my lip and moan. He finishes, stands and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Now you may cum," he says as his lips take mine.

I do. His mouth swallows my screams and my juices coat the rope. He holds me so I don't fall an
d I sway against him. I can feel the rumble in his chest and I know he's laughing at me. He loves how easily I cum.

When my tremors stop, he releases me slowly, making sure I'm steady.

"Now, I believe we have covered all that needs to be. Straighten your dress we'll go. You're in for a wonderful night, my dear."

Well Used Gift.

My Lord and Master has given me to Sir as a Christmas Gift. I couldn't be more pleased. This is my second day with Sir. Last night, after worshiping his cock, he untied my ankles and let me curl up next to him. He played with the bells clipped to my nipples while he relaxed and watched a bit of television. Each flick caused my nipples to burn and the bells to chime and my pussy to tighten. Finally, he ordered me to his bed. He tied me, my legs spread, my hands above my head, to his bed. His mouth devoured my tender buds until I screamed and begged. He laughed at my distress then, with a nipple caught between his teeth, he gave permission. I exploded with pleasure. He sucked off one clip and I screamed again. He gave me permission to cum at will as his gift to me. Then, he sucked off the other clip. He reached down, fingered me pussy, dipping deeply into my honey.

Ready for me, Slut?

Yes, Sir!

First, give me a number.

Panting, I answered. 8.

Eight it is. He opened a drawer and pulled out a soft flogger. I almost fainted with desire.

I heard the swish then felt the sting. Eight times he flogged my pussy, each stroke harder than the last until, by number 7, tears ran down my cheeks.

That's it. Cry for me. I want your pussy and your face wet.

I screamed. Stroke 8 felt like fire across my wet, delicate, swollen flesh. He gave me no time to catch my breath before he entered me, driving his hard cock deep within my womb. I clenched around him and came again, bright colors exploding from my eyes. Harshly, he fucked me. No mercy. He took what he wanted and within moments emptied himself - not in me as I so wanted, but on me, his sweetness burning my tummy, by breasts.

Slowly, he untied my hands and ankles. He kissed me gently and re-tied one ankle to the bed, leaving a good five feet of play in the rope.

Now, G, I'm tired. I'm going to give you your nightly spanking and then we are both going to sleep. I will spank you until you cry every night because I know you need it. But rest well, because for the next 7 days, you will be naked, leashed, tied to my bed, spanked, tweezed, shaved, fucked in every hole, flogged, fisted, figged. Your ass will be plugged at all times unless you need to relieve yourself. I will be your world and I will do anything else I desire. You will speak only when I ask a question. You are mine. Understood?

Oh yes Sir.

He flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips and placed several pillows beneath me. His hand came down on my bottom. Hard. fast. Punishing. I gasped at the pain, at the pleasure. I squirmed and he held me own with one hand on the small of my back. I bi my lip and held onto the sheets. I did not cry easily during a spanking, but he was right. Unless I cried, I felt unfulfilled. Crying was my sign of total submission, giving, release. Again and again he spanked me. Soon, he began to pant. Pain clouded my vision, but I began to feel a tight coil inside of me release, ease. I floated and gave myself over to him. Warmth covered me more securely than any blanket.

Then, he was holding me. Crooning to me, kissing my tear stained faced.

That's it my precious G. Cry it out. Relax, honey. I'll hold you until you until you sleep.

This is going to be a very, very good week.

The Gift

I see her. There beneath the tree. My gift from my best friend. Technically, she belongs to both of us, but her first Master is Joe, her husband. For the next week, though, she is mine. According to her tag, this is Joe's gift to me. One week alone with G. When I came home from work today she was beneath my tree all nicely tied up, nude beneath her silken cords, bells on her nipples, a jewel in her ass, a ribbon tied around her mouth as a gag, a tag on her collar. I smile at her as I read the tag. Then, I laugh a bit. Pleased with my gift. She can't speak, but her eyes follow my every movement and I can easily see the desire in them. The desire to please me, to be pleased herself.

I fix myself a stiff drink. Then, I turn on some music, very much aware that my Gift is watching my every move. For the moment, I just want to look at her, her beauty, and make plans. Her hands are tied in front of her with a simple knot. Her ankles also tied together with a length of about 3 feet between her feet. She can easily move or untie herself if she wants or needs to, but I know she will not move unless I give her permission. 

I build up the fire in the fireplace so that it is nice and toasty in my living room. Then, I tell her to come to me. She turns a bit and rises to her knees. She crawls to me and sits back on her ankles, looking up at me.

Undress me.

She completes her task as gracefully as her bonds allow. I remove her ribbon gag and offer her a sip of my cocktail. 

Welcome me home.

Sighing and giving me a quick smile, she kisses my cock, licks it, begins her worship. I gently pet her hair, running my fingers through it's red length. Her mouth is a haven of beauty and comfort. Hot. She sucks my rod deeply down her throat, cradles my sac with her bound hands. I tip my head back and just feel. Her warmth, her obedience, her thick hair. I look down and see her eyes looking up at me, lust making them bright as emeralds. My cock grows and my balls tighten. I explode, gifting her with my juice. Sweet as a kitten, she drinks the milk, lapping up each drop. I lower myself to the leather couch and she follows my movement, never letting her mouth leave my cock. She places her cheek on my lap, resting.

Yes. This is going to be a glorious week.