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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.

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.

Journey to Self Publishing

So, I'd try it.  See how it would go. I'm terrified, but excited as well to put out my very own stoyr - which started here on the blog! Check it out and let me know what you think.




Training on the Train.

Monday Night Release

I truly hate Mondays. I'm a stay at home mom who loves having a houseful of kids, noise and rukus. On Mondays, though, everyone is gone and I'm left in a quiet house. Oh, I have my chores to complete, which is the only thing that keeps me off the couch! I decide on the week's meals, do the shopping, clean the bathrooms and kitchen. By then, it's time to start on dinner for the family - Husband and the four kids. Everyone helps clean up and then it's time for homework. Once the kids are in their beds (second floor) Husband and I go to our room (basement floor). Once there, if I have completed my Monday chores to both of our satisfactions, I am rewarded. Truly, THIS is what keeps my depression at bay. THIS is why I stay off the couch and keep the television turned off. THIS is what assures me that I'll make it through four more days of quietness.

This is my Monday Night Release.

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.

Lesson in Humility

I look at her and know she hates this. I also know she'll obey. My Girl has a strong prideful streak which has caused her issues in the past. Lost jobs. Aliented friends. She has asked that I help her tame her prideful ways and I have happily agreed. This morning she mouthed off to the boy bagging our groceries simply because he forgot to ask if we preferred plastic or paper. Despite his apology, she continued to chastise him. Now, it's her turn for chastisement. She knew she was in trouble the moment saw the look on my face, but no amount of begging will stop this lesson. She has agreed. Unless she says her safe word, the lesson will continue. First, I tell her to strip. She does this. Then, I make her put away the groceries while I watch. When she gets to the new peel we just purchased, I tell her to give it to me. Her eyes widen and she knows what's coming. Once she completes her task, I take her haver her kneel on the table. Next, I tie her wrists, forcing her down onto her elbows, her ass in the air. I scold her and tell her that I'm not going to tie her legs in place but if she moves, she will regret it.

Then, the spanking commences. Good Lord but she has a perfect ass for spanking. Round, plump. The peel is a formidable utensil, covering a large area quickly. After five strokes to each cheek, her skin is a bright, uniform pink. She begins to wiggle but I don't remind her not to move. I'm rather hoping she will and sure enough, on the eighth stroke, she cries out and moves her legs together, her head coming up. I smile, knowing she can't see my face, and push her back into position. Now she's weeping. My cock is so hard it's about to explode, but I continue. After 12 strokes to each cheek, she's a perfect shade of red. I set down the peel and unzip my pants. My cock springs free and I stand behind her. The scent of her excitement almost pushes me over the edge, not to mention her wet, luscious slit. I grab her hips and thrust fully into her. Again, she cries out. She likes a little warm up first, but not today. Today is about a lesson in humility. Her warm wetness encases me and I fuck her hard. Mercilessly. I'm ready so I pull out - something else she hates - and spray her hot red ass. Even though I want nothing more than to gather her into my arms, I don't.

 I zip my pants again and leave her there. Waiting. My cum drying on her skin. I walk into our bedroom and choose a dress for her. Very revealing. Low cut and barely long enough to cover her cunt. I pick out heels too, 4 inch black shoes. I go back to untie her and she's stopped weeping. She's heard me come back into the room because she's begging forgiveness, saying she's learned her lesson and is sorry. As I untie her, I tell her that I would believe her, but she disobeyed my order not to move. That tells me she is need of further instruction. I hand her the dress and heels and tell her to get ready. She opens her mouth to object but changes her mind. Quickly, she puts on the dress and steps into the heels. We go out side, her walking behind me. I lead her to the historic area of town, a place where tourists often walk. Once there, I find the benches. I tell her to bend over. My cock hardens again when I see the despair in her eyes. She doesn't want to do this, but knows she should. A single tear escapes her big eyes but she nods and obeys. This is not the first public punishment she has endured. Nothing takes the pride right out of her more than this. I put a hand on her back to remind her to stay in position then administer twenty hard smacks. People turn to look and one woman stops to intercede. My Girl looks up and assures her that she's fine. that I'm not harming her, that I'm only doing what needs to be done. The woman reluctantly walks away but we've draw a crowd now, mainly men - friends of mine actually, whom I've texted and asked to witness. The form a circle around us, effectively blocking the view from random passerbys. They make comments about her ass, her attitude. They can easily see her wet pussy. She's crying again and drops to the ground, kneeling. She begs forgiveness, looking up at me with her beautiful, wet, big blue eyes. I ask if she's learned her lesson and she says yes. I believe her and nod to my friends. They clap me on the shoulder and move away.

 I help my Girl to her feet. I know she's humiliated, her ass tender. I know she's probably aching for release since I didn't allow her to orgasm earlier. Still, I'm not quite ready to give her that release.

Let's get some lunch, I say, testing to see if she truly has learned her lesson. She takes my hand, kisses it and says: Yes, if that is what you'd like.

Yes, my Girl has learned her lesson today.

First Broken Rule - Fall

Yesterday was beautiful. Perfect weather, a cool breeze, Mr. Mister off for the day. He surprised me by saying that we would spend the day hiking. Yay! I love hiking! I gathered my gear and a picnic basket. As we were driving, I noticed that he turned left rather than right. Seeing my questioning look he told me that we were going to a new place, owned by a coworker. Lots of trees, hills, rocks, but no other people. I began to squirm, quickly figuring out that we would be doing more than hiking. Then, he asked if I had put in my plug since I was wearing jeans. Blushing I told him that I hadn't, I had forgotten. He gave me a look and told me to open the glove box. I was wiggle out of my jeans and insert the glass plug. Glancing around at the light traffic, I did as he said, but hesitantly. I am not an exhibitionist! Still, he was right. I should have been wearing the plug.


Finally, we pull up to a small house tucked around a corner. Mr. Mister assures me that his coworker is not home but is fully aware of our presence and is cool with it. I gather the basket and my walking stick and we head out. Soon, Mr. takes the basket from me. We walk for about a mile and I am awed by the beauty of the place. Birdsong fills the air, sunlight hits the leaf covered ground in dapples of golden light. The woods open up to reveal a small stream rimmed by smooth stones. Mister asks if I would like to meditate here and I eagerly agree. Then, he tells me that I must do in the nude. I'm hesitant now, even though this is how I normally meditate. He raises his eyebrows and I strip. I ask if the plug could be removed since I no longer wear jeans but he says no. So, I find my position, close my eyes and settle my mind. And yes, I find my peace. Eventually, I open my eyes and notice that my ass is frozen! I stand, rub it and hear Mister laugh a bit. I smile and see that he has arranged for our lunch. We eat, then I pick up the debris, repack the basket and reach for my clothes.

No.
My eyes widen.

For the next 24 hours you will be nude.

 Okay, I had agreed to this in our rules, but I had assumed it would happen when we in the privacy of our home! What do I do? I argue. What happens? I'm whipped.

Mr. Mister takes my arm and has me stand with my back to a tree. He ties my arms behind me and gathers a handful of tall grasses - you know, the really stiff kind. Then, he lets me have it. He whips my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I'm begging for forgiveness, knowing the whole time that I deserve this for arguing not to mention forgetting about the plug. Then, he kisses me. He does this to throw me off balance and it works. For a moment I think he's finished, but no. He stand back and aims his natural flogger at my most delicate skin. I bite my lip, cry, try desperately not to shout as he whips my wet pussy. Ten strokes he gives me and by the time he finishes, my nether lips are swollen with both the results of the grasses and need. He releases me and hold me, telling me he's proud that I took the punishment so well.

We hike some more, winding our way back toward the car. I'm trembling by now, so desperate for him. My pussy throbs with each step and I'm very much aware of the plug in my ass. Finally, he takes pity on me. With the car in site, he presses me against a tree again. This time, he pulls my hips out and fucks me. I close my eyes, finally filled with him, content. He fucks me hard, comes inside of me, kisses my neck.

Back in the car, he still refuses to allow me to wear any clothing and I feel the stares of the other drivers. I keep my eyes down and squirm in my seat. He glances at me, tweaks a nipple and laughs. Finally, we make it home and I've never been so grateful for the attached garage!

Today, I'm still nude, per Mr. Mister's rules. He had me keep the plug in until nightfall when he removed it and took my ass. Again this morning, he made love to me, granting me the blessing of his cum. I'm just finishing up cleaning the house and he's got that look in his eye again. I'm not sure if that look means that he will want to fuck me, spank me, have me give him oral sex, or simply play with me, but whatever he desires, it will truly be my pleasure to give.

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.

Her First Spanking

Here's a short excerpt from my newest book. Carrie has just broken a rule and is ready to face the consequences.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied honestly.
“Good. That’s an honest answer and I need you to be completely honest with me. I want you to pick a word. Any word. If the punishment becomes too much for you, just say that word and I’ll stop. Then, we’ll re-evaluate the situation. Okay?”

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Enjoy!

Fall Rules - brainstorming

It's time to start thinking of Fall Rules because with the change of seasons comes a change in rules. For me, fall is a time to prepare. To prepare for the coming holidays, cold weather, time inside. I clean more in the fall than the spring and decorate a lot more! More home cooked meals, more of those same meals frozen. I get busy with crafts, knitting scarves and socks, mending clothes. It's also cooler, especially at night, so I'll be wanting clothing which is something we always negotiate. Mr. Man has said that he wants to be a little stricter with me this season since next season, winter, he will loosen the reigns a bit since it is the Christmas season. This both terrifies and thrills me.He's already strict! Still through our love and respect for each other combined with know exactly what to expect has helped keep our marriage strong, pure, and HOT for over 20 years! So far, here are my thoughts. Please comment to help me decide or to offer suggestions.

1.  No more than three hours  a day devoted to crafting.
2.  Naked Yoga done for 1 hour minimum ever day.
3.  One day set aside for sewing, mending and laundry.
4.  I will sleep naked each night except for my feet. I will be allowed to wear fat, warm socks.
5.  I will keep up with "feeding" the sour dough and use it to make pancakes as often as possible.
6.  Whenever Mr. Man and I go out I will be wearing a plug of his choice if I wear slacks or leggings.
7.  I will not complain about the weather since this is useless. If I do, Mr. Man will immediately punish me.


I really need to come up with at least 3 more!!!

Possible punishments

forced nudity
hard belt spanking
caning
weighted nipple clamps
public display
figging

It's Live!

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Obedience

 We are on a three day train trip and have our own sleeper car. Still, only a curtain separates us from the other passengers walking by. Because of the nearness of others, He has refrained from spanking, but that doesn't mean he has refrained from discipline me, it simply means He is more creative and I must be silent. Today, He opened the small cooler in our luggage and pulled out a prepared ginger fig. He told me to undress and to hand Him all of my clothing. I hesitated, not wanting to be so exposed in a semi-private place. I shouldn't have done that. He inserted the fig into my anus and I began to cry. The burning was intense. He then told me that because of my hesitation, not only would my back, but also my front burn. Obviously, he had planned ahead. He pulled out a tube of wasabi and told me to spread my legs. Very quietly i begged for forgiveness, but He laughed pleasantly. He enjoys my begging and i know this and so i do it often even thought i know He will not have mercy. Fear more reprisal, i do as he says and spread my legs. He squeezes a small dab of wasabi directly onto my clit and i have to bit my cheek to keep from crying out. Tears are no flowing down my cheeks as my lady parts burn. He kisses me and then sits back to watch. I squirm and wiggle, but because of the window and my nudity, i am restricted in my movements, despite the lack of bonds. But then, i look into His eyes and see His pleasure. And in His pleasure, i find my own.

Focus

I've been out of sorts lately. Unfocused. For good reason, mind you, but Mister is right. Enough is enough. Today, I will learn to re-focus. He has decided that I need to let go of the worry over things I have no control over and remember than there is only so much I can do in any situation. I've been too obsessive about things and that never helps anything - neither the situation, nor me, nor the the people involved. So, this isn't really a day of punishment, but rather of refocusing.

He's determined to remind me that I can't control the universe. At times, I can't even control my own body. And with that lack of control, somehow everything works out just fine. So - He's taken control of my body away from me. I will wear wrists cuffs all day. Sometimes, they will be joined, sometimes attached to other things, sometimes I'll have no bonds to hold me at all. He makes that decision.

I can't speak other than to answer a question or use my safe word. Which means, I can't even tell him when I need to use the bathroom. I have to wait for him to ask me if I do, then he must give me permission.  This is hard, because he's starting the day with a forced enema. Three, actually. One of warm water to clean me out, the second of with cool, almost cold water with lemon juice added. This will cause me to cramp terribly, but he has added a large plug to prevent most leakage. I want to beg him to let me release, but he's set a timer. I must hold this for at least 10 minutes. One that is released, he again fills my bowels with warm water to help was away any residue. This he makes me hold for 15 minutes while I suck on his cock. I'm crying from humiliation. I hate when he administers these enemas. Usually, he simply orders me to do it, but he's teaching me that I have less control over life, even my own body, than I would like. He grabs my head and pushes down. His hips jerk as he fills my mouth with his seed. Now this, this I love. To know I've pleased him and to drink of his own body. He kisses my forehead and tells me that my time is up. I can release the plug in private and he steps out of the room.

I'm grateful for this and quickly attend to my cleansing. I know this much attention to my nether region means one thing. It will be well used today. Sure enough, I finish cleaning myself and step out into the hallway. He takes me to the basement - which used to be a root cellar - so it's dark, a little damp and scary. He takes me over to bench and binds me to it. It will be a long time, I know, before I am released. I blush even though I have been here before. Still, he has access to every intimate area of my body and I am helpless to stop anything. My breasts even dangle between the center bar and I have no doubt he will take advantage of this.

He begins with the flogger. Gently, easy. But soon, his strikes become harder, faster. I'm crying out in pain and he reminds me that I have one choice only. To say the Safe Word or endure. I choose to endure. Then, he puts the flogger down. He runs his hand over my hot skin and down my slit. I'm very wet and uses my own moisture to lube my anus. I close my eyes. I knew this was coming. He enters my back door, not harshly, but with purpose. He grasps my hips and fucks. I can't touch him and call out his name. He has all the control, not me. It takes him a while since he's already come in my mouth, so he pounds away, his balls slapping against my wet pussy lips. I want him in my pussy, but I can't ask him. I must be silent. He has the control to use whatever he chooses. I feel the rhythm speed up and hear his labored breathing. He pulls out and sprays my ass and back with his steaming stream. I hate this and he knows it. This is why he did it. He's teaching me that I can't control everything. Sometimes, I can't control my own body.

He rests for a while, leaving me bound to the bench. He gets a glass of water and, using a straw, offers me a sip. Then, he goes back to my bottom. This time with a leather paddle. I'm already crying but you ignore this. I can say my Word and it will stop, but I don't. I don't want to stop. I don't want control. Ten strikes to each cheek and thigh you give me. I'm beyond sobbing now. You check to make sure I'm okay and I am. You unhook me and cradle me in your arms. You kiss me and hold me and whisper that I've been good. You're proud of me. If I can keep this up, perhaps tonight or tomorrow you'll actually fuck my pussy. I moan in anticipation, but cuddle against you. You're right. I did to to refocus and the only way I was going to do that was by giving you total control.

Cool Down in a Hot Way

"It's not the heat, it's the humidity!" If you live anywhere close to the midwest, you hear this all summer long. When I hear it, I want to punch someone in the face. It IS the heat AND the humidity! If the actual temperature wasn't 101 then the 95% humidity wouldn't be so damned horrible! So, we stay inside, but since I am close to that Age of Black Magic (also called menopause), I'm still hot, despite the air conditioning. I complain. I whine, I grouch for a while. Finally, my Man has had it. He orders me to the Room. Again, rather than submitting like I know I should, I complain that it's just too hot to fool around. He gives me a look that tells me he is, most assuredly, NOT fooling around. I go. I know better know than to push him, so I follow his rule and remove my clothes before I enter. I'm not allowed to wear anything that he has not put on me into this Room. 

Shortly, he enters as well and he's carrying a small cooler. I look at it skeptically but he says nothing. At first. Then, he tells me to go to the Cross. It's isn't really a St. Andrew's Cross, but rather four eye hooks with attached carabiners which are screwed into the wall at the appropriate places. Once I'm in place, he attaches four cuffs to my ankles and wrists and hooks me in. Now, I'm immobile. He pulls ice bullet and puts it inside of me. I gasp at the coldness of it. Just to make sure it stays in place (since my legs are spread open), he fashions panties of sorts out of rope. 

out a fan and points it directly at me and I'm grateful for the cool breeze. Then, he pulls out an

"Okay, okay," I say. "You're tired of my complaints. but holy hell that's cold."

"It's about to get colder," he warns. "And then, then it will get very, very hot."

My Man is always right.

Leather

I love the smell, the feel, the touch of leather. I mentioned this some time ago and now He has decided that for 48 hours i  shall feel only leather on my skin. Well, leather and him.  I arrived at his home and he immediately ripped my clothing from my body. I love and hate when this happens. His power, his strength both frighten and thrill me, but I also know that when I leave, I will be wearing only one of his dress shirts and, perhaps, a belt to hold it in place plus my shoes.

After I am completely nude (aside from the shoes) you use two belts to bind my legs. You've never done this before and the position is both erotic and uncomfortable. I can still close my legs but I cannot straighten them. You wear leather gloves so that i cannot feel the skin of your hands touching me. I begin to speak, but you want none of this and so you gag me with another leather belt. It is thin, so in theory I could speak around it and it in no way restricts my breathing. I'm grateful for the thinness because this also always me to bite down on it which I need to do .

You push my bound legs apart and using your gloved hand, you spank my pussy. Pain radiates through me and tears spill down my cheeks, but my pussy responds well to this treatment and so you continue until the smacks resound with a wet, slurping sound. 

You stand then, unzip your trousers and push your hard cock into my swollen, tender hole. I raise my hips as best I can and cry out again, this time with pleasure, when you begin to fuck me. It hurts. Oh how it hurts, but more than that, the look of pleasure on your face and the feel of you inside of me push me over the edge and I coat your cock with my cum. You pull out and stroke yourself, finally coming across my stomach and breasts.

You release my legs and allow me a few moments to recover. You stand and dress yourself then help me to stand as well. You do not remove the belt around my head and i know this is for a reason. I will need to bite down again. I will not be allowed to speak. You have me bend, placing my hands on an end table in your living room. I am facing a window and am grateful for the thin sheer curtain. You remove your gloves and I am grateful for that as well. I love your hands. It is not, though, your hands on me now. It is the leather slapper. I hate that blasted thing. It takes so little effort from you for it to leave marks on my skin, which is exactly why you enjoy it so much. I bite down on the belt and dance a bit from foot to foot. Once again tears flow easily from my eyes but you show no mercy. My ass is on fire and, shamefully, I can smell my own arousal again. Just when I think I will break and use my safe word you stop. I suck in air from around my gag but I do not break position. I know better. I hear as you move about the room, humming to yourself. I hear ice drop into a glass and smell whiskey. I listen to your footsteps fade and you walk into your bedroom. Then silence. 

You come back, take my arms and position them behind my back. You wrap a soft piece of leather around them, binding them in place. I feel the tip of a plug against my anus and bite down. You tell me that you have had this plug specially made. It was not overly large so that I could wear it for an extended time bu it was also made of specially treated leather. This is going to be a wonderful weekend.

Let 'Em In

Someone's knockin' at the door!

Somebody's ringin' the bell!

Do me a favor a favor and let'em in!

Yes, these are the lyrics from a very popular Wings song "Let'em in". Today is the anniversary of its release and my Mister decided to honor this release in a special way. He came home from work early and I was thrilled. He took me into the bedroom, blindfolded me, bound my hands and ankles and had his awesome way with me. I absolutely love being blindfolded since it heightens all of my other senses. Having my hands and ankles bound also forces me to be even more submissive, at least in my own mind. I know good and well that all I'd have to do was say "No" and the bindings would be gone. But why in the name of that is holy fucking hot would I do that??? So he takes me, makes love to me, gently, slowly, kissing every inch of me, uses my body just like we both want and finally he comes inside of me. I think he's finished, right? Wrong. I hear "Someone knocking at the door!" and what does he do? He lets 'em in! and onto me! Yep. I know it isn't him because, hell, I KNOW his body, his touch, his smell, his taste. This is NOT him! But I hear him. He's talking me through this. Telling me it's all okay. That we are going to commemorate the release of his favorite song by letting 'em in. Into me that is. Dead silence for a moment and then I nod and say, "Open the door, Uncle Ernie".  So, the "knocker" speaks quietly to "Uncle Ernie", so quietly that I can't catch enough of the voice to tell who it is. "Ernie" unbinds my ankles only to bind them again, spread eagle this time, attaching them to the bedposts. He also takes my bound wrists and raises them above my head, attaching them also to the bed. Now I'm stuck. I already have Ernie's beautiful come inside of me, so I'm good and wet. "knocker" goes to town and fucks me. Hard. Fast. His hands grabbing my ass and digging in. This is not making love, this is fucking. I cry out, shocked, but not asking to stop. Ernie tells me how proud he is of me, that I can take it (he's right!), that he's the luckiest man to have such a woman. Finally, "knocker" pulls out and sprays hot cum all over my stomach and breasts. Ernie kisses me, again praising me. He sucks my nipples and I explode, orgasming again myself. Then, the doorbell rings. I moan and squeak a bit and Ernie says, "Somebody ringin' the bell." I pant, regaining my breath, then answer, "Open the door and let'em in." Ringer again whispers to Ernie too low for me to hear. This time, I am released, told to kneel beside the bed and my wrist to the foot board. I know what's coming and I hate it (but love it at the same time). Mr. Ringer fingers my seriously wet pussy now and then my rosebud. He pushes in quite a bit of the wetness so that I am good and lubed up. Ernie again talks me through it all, praising me, pointing out my perfect (pfffft) body. He's petting my hair and rubbing my back while "Ringer" eases his cock into my back door. I whine and moan but also push back against him. Once he has landed he goes to it. Fingers digging deeply into my hips, cock fucking my anus and Ernie (or maybe Ringer) slapping my ass. I can't stand it anymore. I cum and I cum hard, squeezing Ringer tighter than he expected because he yells "Jesus!" like it's the second coming (see what I did there) and releases his load into my rear end. Eventually, I come back to earth and by that time, Uncle Ernie and I are alone again. He's untied me and is holding me on his lap. 

What a lovely way to celebrate a great song!

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.

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.

Discovering Pleasure

In reality (THIS IS NOT FICTION) I'm really looking forward to our mini vacation to Southern Illinois later this month. It takes me back to when I was researching "Discovering Pleasure" under my first penname and it has simply got to be one of my favorites.

First, the main setting is Giant City State Park, one of my absolute favorite retreats. Second, lots of wine was involved and so I had the "duty" to hit many of the Southern Illinois Wineries. Third, Rose, the main character, discovers not only her true love but also her history. As an adopted child (totally different circumstances from Rose!) I understand the longing, hope and fear of meeting your biological family. So, Here's a little blurb I hope you enjoy from Discovering Pleasure.

A little wine, a little nature, and one hot man is all Rose needs to Discover her Pleasure. 

When Rose asks her Dominant, Nathan, to help her discover her family roots in Southern Illinois, she learns more about herself than she bargained for. 

After spending a week at Giant City State Park, Rose leaves with not only a new family, but new friends and a new life filled with the structure she craves, Pleasure and love.

All about that Bass

During the week He pleasure me everywhere. I am his princess and he treats me with consideration, gentleness, and always sees to my pleasure before his own. Weekends, however, are all about him. And what does he love? You guessed it - Bass - or more specifically, Ass.

 He loves everything about my ass which is why I am not allowed to cover it without permission from Friday after work until Monday morning.









He is allowed to use my ass as he wishes, to display it for his pleasure or for my humiliation, to use any implement on it - his hand, a paddle, a wooden spoon, his belt. The choice is in his hands.





He will plug it; I am not allowed to remove the plug - only he may.






















Best of all, he will fuck it. He is not gentle, not considerate (aside from using lots of lube!). My ass is, literally, his and he will use it as he chooses.

Yes, I can always use a safeword, but why would I do that since I derive as much pleasure from submitting to this lovely man has he does?  Yes, by Monday morning I am tender both inside and out and when I sit at my work desk I remember - vividly - my weekend. And you know what? I can't wait for Friday to come again!

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.

The Quality of Mercy

The quality of mercy is not Strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven
upon the place beneath: It is twice blessed
It blesses him that gives and him that takes. - - William Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice

As so it is. I do not ask for mercy, yet, when it is given, I am blessed. My only desire is to bless him who is merciful.

Anticipation

I know how to prepare for his arrive. I enjoy doing so. I don't touch His toys while clothed - it's kind of "thing" for him. So, I showered, shaved, lotioned up. I fixed my hair, applied light make up. I put on my cuffs. Then, I gathered the toys he had chosen for tonight's session and arranged them in the Room. I even added his favorite Vodka, already chilled, and two shot glasses. He will drink one shot before we begin and one after. I am allowed two before and one after. Now, I must wait. My chair is by a window which adds to my anticipation since I jump and stare at the sound of every car that drives by in front of the house. He may or may not use each of the instruments. The gag, the single tailed whip, the slapper. He may use none of these. But, these are what he wanted to be visible and in easy reach and so they are. The purpose for having me prepare? Simple. I am now in my sub zone. I am mentally in a place to let go of all my worldly thoughts and focus on one thing - well, two actually. Him and me. We are all that exist in my world and He is all that I anticipate.

Sexual Submissive.

Let me be clear. I am a sexual submissive.

 I will do as you command, not as you ask. 

YOU are my Master, no other will I obey. 

I need you to be strong, assertive, demanding.

I need you to give me direction.

I need you to take my Power and use it as your own.

I do not need you to ask; the answer is already: Yes.

I do not need you to hint; I have no time for innuendo.

I do not need you  to be gentle; I am strong as I need to be.

You will respect me as much as I respect you.

Therefore, take what you want. 

I am not afraid of my SafeWord.

If you want my ass to be shining red, make it so.

If you want me to greet you on my knees, let me know.

If you want me to stand in the rain and wait for you, I will ignore the cold.

Let me be Clear. I am a sexual submissive.

Flag Day Stripes

Happy Flag Day! This morning, Mr. Master told me that we would celebrate in an unusual way. My skin, you see, is quite white which makes sense since my hair is a brilliant red. Therefore, He needs to use very little force when spanking, lashing or caning for bright red stripes and welts to show clearly. He told me to bend over the spanking bench. He was going to give me 13 stripes to match our Flag and by the end I would be seeing "stars". He was right.  By number 5 I was dancing from foot to foot and beginning to howl. Still, I managed to stay in place for all 13. I was sobbing, but it was worth it to see the look of pleasure on his face and to see my bottom reflecting the original colonies! I thought he was finished, but I was wrong. He handed me a beautifully wrapped box and told me that the red and white needed a blue. Happy Flag Day!

Good Girl

I came home from work late, pissy and tense. Jack threw together dinner so I could relax and sip a glass of wine, but I still bitched, telling how to cook. For heaven's sake, it was only grilled cheese and tomato soup so I really was just bitching to be bitching. I grumbled through dinner and dishes. Finally, he'd had enough. He told me take off my slacks and I gave him lip. about it. Now, he was really finished dealing with me. He did the ONE thing I hate. He took me out to the balcony of our condo and told me to take off my pants. Right then. No more complaints or He'd do it for me which meant he'd tie my hands to the railing and cut them off. I knew this. I had agreed to this. Sometimes, I'm stubborn (duh!) and in my calmer moments can acknowledge this aspect of my personality and make allowances for it. I know he'd follow through because he did once before. Afterwards, not only was my bottom redder than fire, but my new slacks in shreds and I was shamefaced for having disobeyed, bitched and punished outside where, while unlikely but still possible, the neighbors could have witnessed my paddling. 

So, at this point I relented and dropped my dress slacks. He told me how disappointed he was in me. That it was perfectly fine to come one and need to vent but it was not fine to take out my frustrations on him. At this point, I saw what I had done and knew he was right so I agreed with him. I deserved this punishment and vowed to take it like a good girl. He told me to hold on to the railing and I did. He had grabbed the wooden paddle, the one he uses only when I've truly annoyed him. I understood then that I would receive no pleasure from this spanking, not during, not after. I asked what my count was and he said: Until I decide you've had enough.

I also knew what this meant. Meekly, I agreed to this as well. He would spank me until the tension left my body, until I cried. And so he began. I clenched my hands around the metal railing, biting my lip to keep from crying out. The sound of the wood smacking against my bottom and upper thighs was quite loud enough. I was terrified that the neighbors would hear and come out to investigate. Luckily, it was dark and Jack had turned the lights off so it would be difficult for them to see even if they did take a peek. He plasters both cheeks, the sit spot, the upper thighs. Finally, I let go. I slump forward, my body relaxing, tears flowing freely. I hold my emotions tight most of the time, but every so often, I NEED to cry. To release all the tension and wash away the stress of the day, the week. Jack knows this and watches my body carefully. He pushes me, yes, but only when I need to be pushed. He punishes me, yes, but only so far as my consent and need allow. 

He sees the change in me and stops, rubs my bottom and murmurs to me, soothing me now with his words. He tells me that he's proud of me, that he loves me. He tells me that I'm again his Good Girl. 

Choose Your Poison

If you had to choose your "poison" which of the following would it be? Personally, I'd go for D.

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