Dominant desires

You need my attention, then you will have it until you beg for mercy.  You want to know I think of you, then you will think of me - every time you shift in your chair. You need to know I want you, then remember all of the planning I do to keep you in line, disciplined, satisfied.

 Know that I will take you when and where I choose to. I will fill each and every opening of your body with whatever I want, whenever I want and you will accept it. Know I will mark your body so that you will remember that I think of you often. Know that the soreness you will feel for hours, days is because I want you to feel it. I will spank you, plug you, pierce you, fuck you according to my will and you will attend me or suffer the consequences. I do not discipline you simply because of a misdeed. I do this because I want to. I want you to squirm, to push yourself, to give yourself to me. I enjoy watching your ass turn red, you nipples swell with pleasure and pain, your eyes widen when I insert a plug into your anus, you blush with embarrassment when I tweak your nipples in public, you wiggle in your hard wooden chair as you attempt to sit with a metal egg in your bottom and bruises on your cheeks. I enjoy hearing you cry from shock, pain, pleasure, joy. I enjoy hearing you beg me to stop, but refrain from using the one word which you know will cause me to stop. I enjoy pushing my cock inside of your tight, wet pussy and feel it clench around me. I enjoy fucking your mouth and seeing tears in your eyes as you struggle not to gag. I enjoy fucking your ass, filling your bowels with my cum. I enjoy spraying my load on your face, your breasts, your ass and watching it slowly dry on your delicate skin, marking you for mine.

You are mine. Never forget that. I will use you as I choose.

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.

Train Training with Guests

We are on another trip. This time, however, we are also entertaining, which means I must act as hostess to His guests. The man is a long time friend named Bill Fillmore and is companion is Sarah Willy. I will refer to them as Mr. Fillmore and Miss Willy at all time. In addition to our own private train car, my Lord also has several pubic cars on this train. The parlour, dining, and four guest suites divided between two additional cars - a total of five cars on our small train. Milord has employed two maids, one cook, two footmen who serve as valet and waiters.

I offer our guests glasses of wine and wiggle a bit when I sit on the sturdy wooden chair which is to be my perch whenever I am not standing. Milord gives me a warning glance and I blush. This situation is my fault entirely. Before dressing, I voiced concern that the butt plug He had chosen for me to wear might slip during the evening, causing me embarrassment. He paused and agreed. Then, he called for Brad, the valet who usually assists us dress, to come and afix my corset, being sure to tie the laces quite tightly. I opened my mouth to object, but quickly closed it. Brad's presence always humiliated me, especially when my bottom was a bright red from my recent spanking. Nonetheless, milord loved to watch my face blush as Brad dressed me. Once tightly laced, milord motioned for Brad to stand back. I was then told to bend and worship His cock. I could not decide if my face or ass were redder in that moment, but I did not hesitate to do as I was told. Hesitation would only earn me another paddling. As I administered to Milord, I felt a cold steel ball enter my anus. along my tailbone, I also felt cold steel.

A hook. Milord had inserted an anal hook into my bottom. He pulled my hair back firmly and I whimpered. Then, I felt something being tied to my laces. A few moments later, Milord filled my mouth with his seed and I swallowed. He helped me stand and showed me, in the mirror, that the anal hook was own firmly attached to my corset laces - no chance of slippage. I was distinctly uncomfortable between the tightness of the corset, the size of the metal ball in my anus, my freshly spanked bottom and now, the immovable hook attached to my corset.

Milord lifted my chin, looked into my eyes and said, "We will have no squirming, whining or other indication of distress tonight shall we?"
"No, Sir."
"Are you not grateful that I took your concerns to heart, my dear?"
"Yes, I am, Sir. Thank you."

He kissed me gently, patted my bottom and allowed Brad to place the dress over my head and zip it up.


I sipped my own wine and felt a light heat creep up my face. Every move I made, every breath I took caused the hook to react. Milord must have seen this and lifted his glass slightly in my direction, a smirk on his face. Yes, he knew exactly what I was feeling. I smiled back at him, grateful indeed for his attention then turned back to listen as Miss Willy complimented me on my shoes. I hoped that the couple would retire soon, so that I could again focus entirely upon Milord.

Ready for the Weekend

Before we go out for the weekend, my Lord has a regime he prefers to follow. First, I must be completely clean and free from hair on my legs, underarms and pubic area. I must administer an enema so my bottom is clean as well. He will then inspect me. If he finds fault, He himself will correct the error. Then, he will help me don my corset. He ties it tightly, allowing me little room for movement but enough room for breath.

 Next, He runs his hand across my pussy. He finds any stray hairs I have missed and tsks. He grabs a pair of tweezers and removes the offenders. I bite my lip but am grateful since any hair will likely get caught in the next device he has we where, so really, he is simply seeing to my eventual comfort. Satisfied, he helps me to stand and bend slightly, my hands on the bed. Slowly, he adds a bit of lube to my anus then slips in the metal plug which is attached to the cross beam of my metal chastity belt. Once in place, I stand again and he locks everything in place. Yes, to some this seems odd, but for me it is a comfort. I have been assaulted before and this device assures me that no one but my Lord can have access to me for he alone holds the key to my release. To show my gratitude for his protection, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. He plays with my hair, gently. I suckle him until he gives me the milk of his essence. I lick my lips and smile, pleased I have done this for him.

Finally, he hands me my dress. Some find my wardrobe odd, but I love it. The dresses he chooses for me hide the holds he has placed on me. I belong to him, am safe with him. Every move I make I feel his hand on my soul.

Leased and tied.

G has been lovely. It is hard to think that after tomorrow she will go back to her husband. Still, that's as it should be.

I love how well she responds to being tied, restrained. She simpered and glowed and kissed me when I told her that she would remained leashed to my bed. Today, though, I have another plan. I want her with me but I also want to give her the security of being leashed. 

Her husband has trained her ass well. She loves her ass plugged, used, fucked, so I decided to combine her two desires.

When I showed her the plug and leash she licked her lips. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I warned her that because of the o-ring she wouldn't be able to sit. She'd have to kneel, stand or lie. Eagerly she nodded her head. I told her to hop up on the bed. I lubbed her up and noticed how beautifully her honey began to flow. I inserted the plug slowly. She gasped then spun around and asked if she could thank me.

She unzipped my trouser and sprung my cock. She licked the tip and I buried my hands in her hair. She continued to worship me, licking, kissing, sucking. I was about to explode. I pulled her head away from me and felt a moment's guilt at the pouty look on her face. Still, I had other plans. I pushed back onto the bed and  quickly stepped out of my clothes. I knelt between her legs, rested her ankles on my shoulders and positioned the tip just inside of her dripping pussy.

What are you? 

I am your slut.

Do you like this?

Oh my god, yes.

That's all I needed to hear. I plunged in. Deep. Hard. Fast. She clenched around me and began to tremble. I was so glad I'd given her permission to cum at will. She exploded around my shaft, drenching me with her honeyed cream. I pinched her nipples and she convulsed again, this time, I joined her, shooting my load deep inside her tunnel.

After we had both rested, I gave her a gift. I told her we were going to have a guest for dinner and I wanted her dressed appropriately. She looked confused but I just smiled, knowing she'd love the guest. When she opened the box, she squealed with delight.

I helped lace her into the corset and had her step into the soft white skirt. I then wound the metal leash around her thighs, reminding her of it's presence but sufficiently hiding it from view.She looked beautiful. As she always did. 

Tonight, she would serve both me and her Lord. We would ensure that her time with me ended on a very merry note.