Renewal

A time to prepare. A time to renew. This is exactly what we will be doing in our household. Preparing. Renewing. If I succeed, I will earn a special gift. Louis has helped me prepare. He has removed all of my possessions and locked them away in one of the spare rooms. He alone has the key. He has left me my room, and furnished it with only that which he feels I will need. In doing this, I know that everything available to me will meet his approval. As to furniture, I have a bed and a wooden ladder back chair. I have two closets. One holds three dresses, two pairs of tights, three corsets, one set of boots, one set of slippers and one pair of high heeled black pumps. The other closet contains paddles, canes, cuffs, collars, rope, clips, plugs, vibrators, whips, gags, silk scarves and various other objects.

To prepare, I am not allowed clothing while inside the house. Ever. Even if I have to answer the door. Thankfully, Louis has given me the option to not answer the door if I am alone. I may dress only when I have to leave the house - grocery shopping, church, meeting friends, or going out with Louis.

Louis has placed me in one of the spare bedrooms across the hallway from him. He will not allow me to actually sleep with him until Christmas. This will remind both of us of the joy we find in each others' arms when we can again cuddle together all night. He has attached hooks in various places on my bed and will utilize them at will.

Today, he left for work but not before he gave me a good, hard spanking. He said that he wanted to make sure I felt it all day while I did my work (I'm a writer). While he spanked, he assured me that this was just the beginning. Each morning would begin the same way. He would not ease up just because I might still be tender from the day before. Well, night before as well since he would also be delivering a nightly spanking. Mornings would be with his hand, but nights would be with an implement of his choice. Tonight, he planned to use his belt. I cried. Already my skin was on fire and I knew his words to be true. I would feel this throughout the day. Finally, when I as sobbing and weeping, he stopped. He held me, kissed me and told me to stand.

I wasn't going to be completely naked, he explained. He wanted to make sure that I remembered that I belonged to him. To assure himself that I would remember my place, he placed a chastity device on me. I begged him not to but he ignored my pleas. Then, he looked at me sternly and shook his head. He told me that I had been naughty for questioning his authority (which I had) and because of that, He would add something to the belt. Something that would be sure to remind me that he owned my body. When I saw the metal plug, I wept again and begged forgiveness. He kissed me and told me that Advent was a time of preparation. A reminding of our places. I nodded, agreeing with him.
Now, as I go through my day, I cannot help but be reminded. I can't wait for him to return home and release me. He has promised to use my body, to grant me pleasure, to release me from this enforced chastity. After, of course, he has administered my belt spanking.

I have to admit, I have been very focused today and productive, hoping the hours will fly by. Bless my Man for suggesting a time for renewal.

The Vacation - a new release

This book started as a blog story but now I've worked it into a book. Enjoy!


A pediatrician and her husband spend their two week vacation in a secluded, rustic cabin, away from the hustle and bustle of their busy lives. Here, Olivia can remember what truly makes her happy - being her husband's obedient, submissive wife.

Garage Christening

She fights against me sometimes as if she can win. She argues with me as if she will change my mind. She knows better just as I do. If she really wants me to stop, she know what word to say. We both know she won't. Not yet, anyway.

Today, we are "christening" the new garage. I've worked for months building it and now it's finished. I had thought to put in a special room with a bed, sound proofing, heat, air conditioning, but have decided against it. I like the idea of being able to use the entire space as I wish. Plus, I like the idea of Princess knowing I can and will use the space as I wish. Then, she she comes and goes, she'll remember. In here, she's mine unquestioningly, just like everything else in here. Hard and beautiful. Leather. Chain. Metal. Control.

I start by cuffing her wrists. It always amazes me the immediate transformation when I place tangible items of dominance on her. She becomes softer, her eyes downcast. She speak only to answer me and now, in the garage, she must control even her voice since we have neighbors fairly close by. Once cuffed, she knows what to do. I have established protocols. She kneels and unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans and releases my cock. Thank god. if she hadn't, it would probably be bruised from pressing against the zipper. I moan from the heat and wetness of her mouth. She cradles my balls just how I like. her lips form a tight seal and she sucks me down her throat with a spectacularly. I feel myself harden, my balls tighten. She looks up at me, questioning and I nod. I can see the smile in her eyes but she doesn't slow her sucking. I figure if I release now I can last longer later. I grasp her hair, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on mine. My balls explode, lava shooting up my shaft, erupting into her mouth, down her throat. She gulps and gulps, swallowing the heat. When I'm finished, she sits back on her heels, kisses my balls and thanks me.

I help her to her feet and hold her, telling her how much I love her. God. She's perfect. Smart, lovely and fucking sexy. I point to the saw horses and tell her to bend over one. She obeys and I smile, seeing her lovely ass pointed up. She grasps the legs on the far side and waits. I can't spank her here like I want to, that will have to wait. It's mid-afternoon and the chance of neighbors hearing the swats is too high. That will have to wait until later when I take her back into the house. I'll pull her over my lap and give her a good old fashioned otk spanking until the tears flow and all her worries wash away. For now, I've got something else planned. I grab the lube and spread her cheeks. Her own juices would be enough, but I have no desire to hurt her - well - not too much anyway. Her thighs glisten and I inhale her scent. My finger taps her little back rosebud and she jumps in surprise. I know she's nervous now and this pleases me. I slip one finger in and begin to insert the lube. Then a second finger. She pushes against my hand and I chuckle. Oh yes. She wants this. When she's slick enough, I insert it. The new metal plug. She moans and tightens in resistance so I reach around and pinch her pierced nipple. Yep. That takes the resistance right out of her. I can't see it, but I know she's biting her lip. I feel the plug settle in place and she sighs, trembles and quietly begs, "please." That's better.

My cock is recovering and beginning to harden again. It will just have to wait. "You ready to get serious now?" Power surges through me when I see the longing touch with fear in her eyes. I help her over to the pegboard where all my tools are kept. I pick up a chain. It's aluminum, so it's quite lightweight despite its heavy appearance. I clip each end of the two foot long chain to her nipple rings the loop the center of it over a hook in the pegboard. Next, I pull her arms behind her back and clip the cuffs together. "Please. Please fuck me," she begs again, quietly.

"Soon, Princess. First though, I'm going to play with you and you, dear one, will stand still and silent."

Her eyes widen in true fear this time. I sit on the floor, my face directly in front of her shaved pussy. I grin maniacally then flick my tongue against her clit. She jumps and squeals quietly. I lick her again and again, tasting the sweetness of her honey. This is the torture I have planned. I will make her cum again and again and again until she can barely stand. Those chains will keep her from wiggling away and fear of being heard will keep her quiet. Oh yes, I will so enjoy myself this afternoon - and so will she.

Peace

I find my peace in the same place everyone else does. My mind. I find peace and acceptance of myself with knowledge and belief. I serve my Sir with love and trust and true abiding respect. I lead my life with dignity, seeing that the needs of my Love and my family are met before my own. Still, I put on my own oxygen mask first. I eat well, rest well, laugh often. When I close my eyes at night, I am at peace. Yes, I screw up. Yes, Sir disciplines me and yes, I love that. No, my life is not perfect. I get frustrated, cuss, cry, become depressed. I'm a person, after all. Still, I'm at please - mostly. Why, because I love with my whole being and this brings me peace and happiness. I was born to be a nurturer and that is what I am. Doing what I was born to do - that brings me peace.

10 things I'm grateful for - The Submissive

Surprises

The beauty and freedom of nature

Elegance

His Kiss

The ability to read and a plethora of books

Being treated like a Princess

Creativity

Having the structure I need to feel loved and secure

Sensuality

Feeling beautiful and appreicated

The Darkness

Sometimes, darkness overwhelms me and my soul drifts

light as translucent as fog in the coldness of dawn.

Unforgiving limbs of my fears weave themselves 

into my very cells.

I am trapped in my own past 

from which escape is insensible.

I am lost in the white darkness

stumbling into the forest of memories.

Desperate and afraid.

Then, the Sun fights to burn the cold

dispersing the suffocating fog.

Helios with his fiery chariot 

vanquishing the soft, cloying darkness,

leading me home.

Fear and Memory remain 

but now a mere swirling in the shadows

My God has answered my prayers.

He has gather my soul again

and brought it home.

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.