Date Night

He wanted me to go out in public in wearing a leash. I refused. Now, I have a choice, I can stay in the house or go out on a lovely date with him but I must prove my willingness to obey by wearing a body necklace.

I look over the necklace and decide that it can be easily hidden beneath my clothing, so I agree to wear it. I should have known that Milord would have more in mind for me. First, I am properly punished for my earlier refusal. He pulls me over his lap, pushes down my jeans and spanks me. Hard. He's set the timer for ten minutes. Now, ten minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me. It is! By the time he finished my face was as wet as my pussy and my ass a bright red. I'd never be able to sit still during dinner! Then, I stripped, he attached the neclace to me. Suddenly I realized that I would not be able to wear a bra and that the loops over my nipples would ensure that they stayed erect and proud all evening. I glanced at the silk, red dress he had chosen and closed my eyes. Everyone who saw me would know I was braless. I thought he was finished with me, but no. He told me to get the "pearls".  Three large silver balls on a vinyl "string". He again placed me on his lap and, using my own wetness, lubed my anus. He inserted the balls slowly, making sure i felt each one. He stood me up and told me to get dressed. I stepped into the red silk and, looking down, realized that the string attached to my pearls was less than half an inch from the hem of the dress. If I bent over, sat wrong, the wind picked up or anything caused the hem to rise the string would be visible. He smiled, seeing my consternation. Knowing this was a test and that I did indeed need to prove myself to him, I stood up straight. My nipples pressing against the soft material, my bottom sore from the spanking, the pearls responding to each movement of my body, and smiled back. Finally, I was ready for our date night.

He Warned Me 2

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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."

Card Shark

My body is on fire for you and today, tonight, tomorrow, you will keep me hot, one way or another. ten activities you have listed on cards and had me approve then placed in a basked. When you tell me, I must choose a card and you tell me and I must then comply with the activity listed. Since you had me approve each card first, I have no right to complain or refuse. My time for that is over. I know what is coming and I am on fire with desire and need.

1.  Wax play on my breasts
2.  belt spanking
3.  wax play on my body
4.  clipped nipples
5.  butt plug inserted and kept until you release it
6.  OTK
7.  Waxy play on my pussy
8.  anal fucked
9.  whipped
10.  ginger play

I have accepted the rules of the weekend. No clothing at any time unless you specifically tell me. Silence unless I am answering your question. You will use me when and how you choose. I will accept you or your designee in all of my holes without complaint. I will draw a card whenever commanded to do so, hand it to you and accept the action with graciousness and gratitude. I will not remove any toy you have placed in or on me without your express permission. Crying is acceptable behavior, but avoiding an activity is not. If this happens, You have every right to punish me as you see fit.

I did not expect you to dress me up and take me out to dinner. But you did. We went to the back room, closed in by heavy curtains, of your favorite Club. You have part interest in this Club and I know we will not be disturbed except by the wait staff who are all trained to serve silently and without comment. Here, you have me pull the first card.

Card 1.  #1 Wax Play on my breasts. So be it.

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. 

Public Display

I am a modest person. I despise dressing in any way at all that is provocative. I'm the one at the party who goes to the farthest corner and sips my drink so that I don't have to speak with people I don't know. I'm quiet and unassuming. My Lord, however, wishes to push my limits (which he SHOULD!) and has taken it upon himself to choose my clothing for me. He likes, very much, to "show off" my body. I hate this, but I love that he is making do it. He has decided that he will now punish me not by spankings - which I love - but by public displays of my body. If I perform well, he will then later reward me with a spanking. To further show my submission to him, he will plug by bottom and tie a cotton rope around my waist and slit which can be used for a leash if He desires, or He may choose to tighten it and keep me in bondage. 

This morning, I put on a bra, which is against his rules. I knew this, but I was not expecting him to come to pick me up today. Still, I disobeyed.  Luckily, I put on a dress - a simple dark blue, tight, t-shirt style. He tied the rope around me and uses it as a leash, hiking up the front of the dress slightly. My cheeks are bright red from humiliation, but he smiles at me and I nod, indicating that I am fine. Now, we are in the town square. I must remove the bra and hand it to him. He stands me in front of a parking meter and tells me to place my hands behind my head. Then, he raises my dress so that my panties, leash and  are breasts are visible to the entire community. 

Luckily (bless the man!) he had me stand still for only a moment. I was able to do as he bid and then he led me by leash, my skirt hiked up to reveal my panties (thank God he let me wear those!) all the way back to the car. He brushed my tears of shame from my face and kissed me, telling me how proud he was of me. I smiled and a warmth of pleasure filled me. I had pleased him. Then, he asked if I were ready for my reward. Giggling a bit, I said I was. And oh, what a lovely reward it was!

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.