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.

Think again

Do you really think I will allow you to get by with this? Think again Little Miss. That body, the one you just insulted, that body is mine. You signed the contract, you gave me your vow, you have not used a safe word. For your information, I like curves on a woman. If I wanted bones, I'd be a dog.

Further, I like your scars. That one on your belly is a testament to our daughter's birth. The others remind me that you are human and not actually a goddess, although god knows, I think of you as such.

I also happen to like that bit of silver in your hair. Yes, both on top and fringing that lovely wet pussy of yours. The lightness of the color contrasts perfectly with the darker red tones. Each gray hair is proof that you are not a young woman who is unsure of herself, but rather a confident and strong woman.

So, with that in mind, if you think you're going to speak ill of that which I love, think again. And, while you're thinking, lay yourself over my lap. I suddenly have a great desire to see that shapely, round bottom of yours all pinked up. Maybe that will help remind you of just how beautiful I think you are.

Hair Brush Disciplined.

I pleased him. So much so, that he has allowed me to wear a new dress. This may not seem like much, but last week I seriously displeased him and for punishment, my clothing has been taken away. I must now earn back every stitch of clothing from shoes to bra to socks. He has also promised to keep my ass or thighs or breasts reddened at all times, just never all three at once (thank the goddess!). What did I do to incur his wrath? I refused to where what he requested of me to an important meeting with a client. He wanted me to wear a lovely dress over a matching bra and panty set, garter belt and stockings. I instead wore black pants and a turtle neck. I don't even know or remember why I chose to disobey his simple and reasonable request, but I did. This morning, though, I came to him after his morning shower before he ordered me to do so. I handed him my hairbrush and bent over, placing my hands on the edge of the bathtub, and waited. Five swats - hard - on both cheeks. I whimpered, but did not move as I have done for the last week. When he gently patted my hot bottom I knew he had finished and so I spun around, sat on the floor at his feet and began to caress his balls with my lips. I didn't use my hands at all, only my mouth, as he likes me to do when I'm being punished. (I LOVE the feel of him, so he denies this to me.) I moved to his cock and swallowed it, keeping my eyes upward toward his. I continued to worship his cock until he pulled out and sprayed his pleasure over my breasts. Only then did I rise, to prepare his breakfast. Afterwards, he gave me a dress and took me for a walk - the first time I've been outside of my home in a week. 

When we get back to the house, I will, naturally, disrobe again while he inspects my bottom to see if it is still red. If it is not, I will raise my hands, grasp the top of our four poster bed and offer him my breasts, still crusted from his seed. If he accepts my offer, he will clamp my nipples and slap my breasts until they are bright red. This is the most humiliating and painful punishment for me to endure, but I am determined to show him that I have learned to obey, that I will not again disappoint him, that I willingly give all to him.

I hate that I disobeyed him, but, truly, I love his discipline.