Don't Think

Don't think for one moment that i don't enjoy this, because I do. Sure I kick, squirm, cry and beg, but do I use my safe word? No. Why not? Because I love every moment of your discipline. Your arm holding me in place, the heat of your hand on my skin, the tone of your voice. Trust me. I enjoy this just as much as you do.

Fall Rules

Mr. Mister has decided on Fall Rules. Being honest, I'm nervous, but willing. And, as always, trusting in his judgement.

1.  Nude for one consecutive 24 hour period per week.

2.  Three fifteen minute spanking sessions a week - minimum.

3.  Whenever we go out as a couple I will wear a medium sized butt plug if I wear pants or tights.

4.  Whenever we go out as I couple I will refrain from wearing underwear if wearing a dress.

5.  Once every two weeks I will plan a formal dinner party which consist of no less than 4 courses. Mr. Mister will choose the guests.

6.  Once a month we will attend a "play" party where Mr. Mister will play with me and allow others to do so as well.

7.   I will spend at least 10 minutes every day doing exercising my vaginal muscles using ben wah balls.

8.  I will CONSIDER and research having my nipples pierced. We will together come to a decision on whether to do this during the Winter.

9.  I will perform oral sex upon Mr. Mister whenever he requests.

10.  I will remove all or any clothing Mr. Mister wishes me to whenever or wherever he decides.

A Woman's Place

A woman's place, in my opinion, is where she wants it to be. If she wants (and is qualified) to be a CEO of a company, a firefighter, a homemaker, a doctor, a nurse, a teacher, a construction worker, then that is her place. Me, I I have several places where I belong, where I am confident and where I am comfortable. Like most women, I am multi-faceted.

One place that is mine is beneath my husband. Not figuratively, since as a person I am beneath no one. No, I mean literally beneath him. I feel safe here, loved, adept, cared for, desired. When he tells me to strip in the middle of a field or in a secluded woods, I cringe at the idea of being discovered, but I do it because He wants me to and I want to please him. The pride and love I feel by giving him what he desires far outweighs my fears. I am thrilled that he desires me NOW. Yes, it appears that I am subservient, but I'm not. I'm the person he most desires and it is truly my pleasure to serve him.

Yes, I will endure physical pain if that is what he desires. I know the whole physiology of endorphins and such but I also know that he simply likes the way my bottom looks when he has spanked, paddled, caned or whipped it. I know the pride I feel by being able to give this to him. I lie over his lap, on the bed, across a chair and bite my lip or cry out while he brings my skin alive. No, he is not punishing me, he is pleasing himself and in doing so he is pleasing me. Trust me, after a good spanking all he has to do is give me a whisper of a touch, a breath of air across my bottom, my pussy, my nipples and I am undone with pleasure.




Speaking of nipples, he is not always gentle with them either. He twists, clips, bits, pulls, sucks on them until I cry for mercy (which he will give if I use the appropriate word). He likes my nipples swollen, but, tender to the touch and so very, very responsive. I really thing that there is a nerve that directly connects my nipples to my clit because when he touches them either with a gentle swipe of his tongue or the harsh bite of metal, I tremble with desire. Immediately.






So, where is my place? My place is beneath him. I am his pleasure and he is mine.

Saturday Night Date

We're going out on the town tonight. Dinner, drinks, walking around a street festival. It's beautiful tonight with the temperature hovering around 78. There is no need for him to instruct me in my dress, I know what he likes and I know the consequences if I dress in a way that fails to please him. Still, I thought he wouldn't mind if I wore panties since the length of the dress was so short. My mistake. He checked beneath my dress before we left the house and was, to say the least, disappointed in my failure to follow his expectations.

He corrected my mistake immediately. My pretty new black lace panties were ripped from my body. He turned me to face the wall and administered a hard spanking with his bare hand. I cried out, begged forgiveness (without really wanting or expecting it) but he continued until my skin was on fire. Fine. I'd been punished. He stopped the spanking and I heard him unzip his trousers. I looked back over my shoulders and gasped. This time I begged in earnest. Please. Please don't fuck me then deny me panties. Your cum will drip down my legs all evening. Please.

Second Mistake. Oh he fucked me. And he fucked me hard, fast and well. Within a minute he let loose his load of hotness inside of my pussy, denying me an orgasm of my own. Then, he sat down, pulled me over his lap and spanked me again! This time for questioning him. By now, I was a freaking mess. My bottom burned and, I'm sure, was 50 shades of red.  I was primed for an orgasm but none would be allowed. He paddled my ass until I sobbed, my make-up running down my face. Only when I stopped resisting and went limp against his legs did he stop. Then, he turned me over, held me, asked if I had learned my lesson (YES!) and told me to go fix my face. Once that was finished, we went on our date. His cum dripping down my leg, drying, my swollen lips brushing against each other with each step I took. We enjoyed dinner, drinks, music and later, I'd finally enjoy my long denied pleasure.

Pledge of Commitment

We've talked and agreed to the following. If we are pleased and happy after one full week of this, then we will negotiate more, fully discussing what we liked, what we didn't like and ways we can improve our relations. However, we both agree to hold to the following for 7 full days.

 1.  I will wear some mark of submission at all times. These could include a gold choker, a silver bracelet, a corset, a belt chain, an anal plug, wrist cuffs. He will decide which is appropriate for the day or time.

2.  Whoever wakes first in the morning will give oral pleasure to the other on either the genitals, mouth or breasts until the other party is pleased or fully awake.

3.  I will give oral pleasure to Him every night. He may choose to cum or not. He may choose to cum anywhere that pleases him.

4.  We will go through my wardrobe and I will wear only those articles of clothing which he has approved - even for professional work.

5.  I will obey all sexual and behavior orders as soon as possible whether these orders are from text or person.

6.  He will check all of my holes each and every day with his hands, fingers, mouth or object of his choice for as long as he chooses. He will have me perform keigel exercises with a stone egg for at least 15 minutes each day and plug my anus with a device of his choice assuming I am in no pain. Discomfort is acceptable, but not pain.

7.  I will offer my bottom to his use at any time, even if this means public humiliation, for reprimand or his pleasure. He may use his hand, belt, cane or paddle without question at any time.
For any other impliment, he will warn me first.

8.  He has the right to bind me for any corporal pleasures or punishments.

9.  I will wear no underclothing in his presence. I understand that this may mean removing my panties while in a public situation.

10.  He is free to use my nipples at any time - either public or private - for his pleasure. This includes sucking them, clipping the with tweezers, clothespins, other decorative items, exposing them to others or himself, slapping them or caning them. They are for his pleasure and I give him full rights to them.

You are Mine You

I will take you when and where I choose.
 Know this. Your life is your own, as it always has been and always will be. I admire your intelligence, your smart mouth, your quick laugh. I admire your independence.

But know that you are mine.

 I see you putting on your make-up to go out with friends. You will enjoy your evening, drink, flirt, but you will think of me. How do I know, Because of that plug I just put in your ass. Every move you make will send reverberations through your body and you will remember me. You will enjoy your evening, but I will always be with you.

When you perch on that bar stool, looking every so elegant in your black leggings, long red tunic, black heeled boots, sipping your wine and joking with your friends, you'll feel my hand. You'll remember bending for me and accepting the marks of my ownership, the marks you need and want. You will remember lying across my lap moments before you left our home. You will remember the feel of my cock, hard with desire for you, pressing against my belly while my hand warmed your bottom, turning the creamy whiteness a hot, hot red.

And when you come home, slightly tipsy, happy from and full of joy at your Girls' Night Out, you will tell me all about it and I'll laugh with you. I'll be happy also in your pleasure. Then, then, my love, I will take you to our bed. I may or may not remove that lovely plug from your now tender ass. You'll not even ask me to, knowing if I want it out, I'll take it. If I want it in throughout the night, that is where it will stay. You'll be wet and ready for me. I might take your mouth or you tunnel or your ass. I might fuck your tits and cum on your body. You and I both know, though, that I will take you however I want and in doing so, I will give us both what we need.

Spanking of the Week

Okay, so I shouldn't have mouthed off. Especially in front of his parents. And yes, I  too far when I called him a blockhead for not agreeing with me. I know better. Larry doesn't mind at all when I disagree with his political point of view, but he does expect me to treat him with respect, which name calling certainly was not. As soon as the word came out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble, but did I stop? No. I didn't. Why would I? I was on a roll. I told him that only an idiot could agree with the mayor who wanted to charge landlords $100 per year per unit to maintain their license. This, obviously, would raise rent and the already money strapped tenants would be forced to seek cheaper housing in neighbouring towns. Larry just nodded and quietly said that we should agree to disagree and tried to change the subject. Did I let him? No. I drew in his father asking if he at least agreed with me since he owned 10 rental units. Mr. Brown deferred to answer saying that he'd rather hear about how I liked my new car. Finally, realising that I was defeated, I pouted. 

As soon as we got home, Larry grabbed my arm and escorted me into the bedroom. He scolded me for my attitude and name calling and told me to strip. Knowing he was right, I did it, but still sulked. He continued to scold, telling me how disappointed he was in my behaviour. He made me tell him at three different ways I could have expressed my opinion in a more respectful way. All the time he was making me think and talk, he used his belt on my bottom. I couldn't sink away from the pain, because I had to focus on my words. He kept up a steady rhythm and soon enough I was sobbing. I knew he was right. I should never have resorted to childishness. Now, I have to suffer the consequences. By the time I weeped out my third alternative, Larry had stopped the spanking. He rubbed my back and told me that he loved me. He was going to leave me to rest and when I felt up to it, I should join him in the living room for a glass of wine and a quiet evening. 

My husband has many good qualities, but some of the highest are his sense of fairness and his ability to forgive and forget.

Monday Maintenance

Most people hate Monday mornings - not me. Why? Because every Monday morning, I am reminded that I am loved, cherished and appreciated. I am reminded that I am the one who makes my Sir happy. I am reminded that I complete him. I am reminded that I have given him my trust and the right to use me for his pleasure. I will be filled for the day, by his will. My every movement will remind me of his pleasure. I will be tender each time I sit, reminded that I have given him control over me. I do so very much look forward to Monday mornings.

Spanking of the week

I was hoping. Can't blame a girl for hoping. What was I hoping for? For Mister to forget that today was Thursday. You see, each and every Thursday Mister spanks me - hard some days, light others. Nonetheless, Thursday is the day for my maintenance. I hate it, but if I'm honest, I love it as well. We were camping near a river and it's been great. It's quite isolated here and only us and a few other couples - also nudists-  are in the area but even they are a few miles away. We walked down to the river and were hunting for pretty stones. Then, we sat for a bit and Mister said the words: Get in position. 

I stared at him a moment, confused because I was the one who had forgotten what day it was. Suddenly it dawned on me and still I hesitated. Naturally, he saw this. I scrambled across his lap and he pulled up my light dress. Again and again his hand came down. Because of the rocks, I couldn't press down on my knees, and I was afraid of falling off his lap, so I tried not to wiggle too much. This didn't stop me for crying out, though. Still, he continued, holding me tightly and raining down on my ass. I was sobbing by the time he stopped and began to soothe my poor cheeks, rubbing them lightly.

'Now that you've been reminded, are you ready for the punishment or would you prefer to wait?'

"I don't understand"

'For your hesitation. You know you're supposed to position yourself immediately when commanded, yet, you didn't, did you?"

This was a basic tenet in our relationship. On Thursday, I stopped whatever I was doing and obeyed him. 

"As you choose, Sir."

"Now it is."

I couldn't help myself. I began to count in my head. If I focused on that, perhaps I could endure without too much crying. 

Silly me. After twenty-five swats, I stopped counting and dropped my head, tears darkening the rocks below my face. Still, I could smell my own arousal and feel Mister's hard cock pressing against my thighs. Finally, he stopped, turned me over and held me tight, kissing me, praising my acceptance. He stood, holding me in his arms, and carried me back to the river knee deep in cool water. Gently, he let me find my feet and I knelt, the water soothing my burning bottom. I took his cock in my mouth, worshiped it, adored it, pleasured it. I proved my acceptance of the reminder and punishment spankings in this manner. Always. When I felt him explode, feeding me his essence, I knew I had pleased him. I looked up at him, smiling, warming under his loving gaze. Yes, this part of Thursdays, I truly love.

The Maid's Contract

Yes, I realize what I do for a living might seem, but hey, times are hard these days and I LIKE what I do.  I clean other people's houses. I'm a maid to three men. Not a live in maid, but a day-to-day one. I visit each man's house once a week or more depending on his needs. I have stayed over before if he's having a party or something, but not usually. I've chosen my clients carefully. They are wealthy, trustworthy, honest and dominant. I had them sign a contract which I wrote even though parts of the contract would never hold up in a court of law. Nonetheless, everyone now knows the expectations. And yes, sometimes I miss things just to make sure my Employers are watching!

Contract

1.  The Maid will be paid at the end of her shift.

2.  The Maid will be responsible for the weekly cleaning of the following: dusting all wooden furniture, sweeping, mopping and vacuuming all floors, disinfecting all toilets, showers, tubs and sinks in the bathrooms, disinfecting the kitchen sink and appliances.

3.  Once a month the Maid will scrub all hard floors on her hands and knees using organic cleaning supplies, wash the windows and overhanging light fixtures.

4.  If the Employer wishes any additional choirs completed, he will inform the Maid before 8:00 a.m. on her scheduled Morning.

5.  The Maid will wear her uniform at all times while working, never casual street clothes. Further, the Maid will work in silence unless given permission to speak to the Employer.

6.  The Employer will inspect the Maid's work as soon as possible. If any of the work proves unsatisfactory, the Employer may require the Maid to re-do the work. The Employer may also require the Maid to accept a correction which could include any of the following. However, the correction must also be agreed to by the Maid. 10 Sharp spanks using the hand across the Maid's bottom; 5 stripes of the cane on the bottom or inner thighs, forced nudity while the work is re-done, nipple clamps for the time of the re-done work, 5 slaps of the Employer's belt on the bottom or palms of hands, 5 lashes on the Maid's exposed "petals", Corner time after the physical correction.

 

Spanking of the Week

I've looked forward to this day all week. I always do. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. Monday is Spanking day. A day that I spend naked, nothing more than an object of beauty and sexuality. I am no longer a professional, nor do I have the worries of today's worlds. I am free of all work, all stress, all concerns. I am beauty and I simply have one decision to make - yes or no. I choose yes.

The day begins with a shower, shaving my legs, arms, cat. I lotion up with delightfully scented cream. Then, I go to the parlour. This room is only used on Mondays. It is my sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains cover the windows, a plush red carpet for my bare feet. A large winged leather chair for Him, a love seat, a liquor cabinet, a small table with two straight backed chairs, a chaise lounge. Inside the closet lie the toys he may choose to use. Once I enter, I am his. I eat what and when he tells me, I drink at his discretion, I use the restroom only when given permission. I make no decisions.

He is waiting for me, seated on one of the straight back chairs. He folds the paper he was reading and smiles at me. I smile in return. He turns his chair slightly and I position myself over his lap. He begins slowly, softly and I sigh. Really, this is more of a massage than a spanking. I do not think of what is to come, I focus on the pleasure of the moment. He increases his force, but not his speed. I feel a sting now and relax into his hand. My pussy is beginning to swell and my nipples are tightening. My hands are braced on the carpet. I will not remove them. If I do, that is his signal to stop. I curl my fingers into the plushness as he continues. His hand hard, unforgiving. My honey is flowing now and I am biting my lip, but I  have yet to cry real tears. He knows this and will not stop until I do or if I lift my hands.

His hands cover my bottom, the tops of my thighs, the famous sit spot. I know not where the next blow will land but I am grateful for each one. My skin is on fire and my mind is floating. Pain and pleasure merge into peace. Tears cover my face and suddenly I am in his arms. He kisses my tears and holds me. He tells me that I am beautiful, I am perfect, I am his. I am at peace.

Naked in the Woods

Warmth and sunlight filter through the trees, heating her bare skin. She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me. Even this. I know her arms are tired, but she will say nothing. She will not beg or wiggle or move until I get just the right shot of her. She will give herself up to creating the beauty that I desire. I saw in her eyes when she let go of her control, her tension and put herself totally in my possession. It took a while to break through her city made barriers, but neither of us was willing to give up. After this weekend, she will be happier - we both know this. She will be more centered, softer. She will remember she belongs to me and that I love and protect her always.

When we first got to the cabin, before we even left the car, I made her undress. She did so, knowing that clothing is forbidden to her here. I own the property for miles around. The woods, the lake, all of it. No one comes here without my knowledge and permission. She knows she's safe. She can let go here. The first thing she did was start a fire in the fire place while I unloaded supplies from the car. The hearth is old style. There is no running water here, no electricity, no indoor plumbing. Truly, this cabin is snug, but reflect a time gone by. I keep 5 gallon jugs of water in a small pantry. She has a good fire going now and I add water to the cauldron so that it can heat for bathing. Once it is warm, she washes herself, shaves, and then washes me as well.

Then, I sit before the fire and pull her over my lap. I rub her round globes then softly, gently begin to spank her. Still, she does not speak. Nor will she unless to answer me or ask a direct question of me. We are silent so that our bodies and speak rather than our minds. I check her slit and feel the wetness gathering. She's ready for more so I slowly spank harder. Within a few minutes she is panting and I can see her thighs glistening. I continue, noting the tension of her shoulders still. Minutes pass and I am relentless. Her bottom is bright, bright red now. Hot to the touch and finally, finally her shoulders slouch and relax. I stop, soothe her bottom. She stands as do I. I kiss her tear stained face. Then, she bends, grasping the seat of the chair. I take her, encasing myself in her warmth and wetness. She tightens around me and I fuck harder. She explodes around me and I fill her with my seed. We cuddle a bit, nap, repeat the process. 

She fixes dinner over the open fire - a simple stew. The next morning, I do no spank her. I take her into the woods and tie her to a tree, back to me. I flog her back, her bottom, her thighs, her cunt. She cums quickly and I laugh. Then, I fuck her. She is tender and sore, I know, but so very soft and pliable. I pull out and cum on her ass. Then, I release her, only to turn her around and re-tie her. I want to capture this moment. I leave her alone for a few minutes while I head back to the cabin to get my camera. She opens her mouth to object, but catches herself and closes her lips.

She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me.

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.