Summer Rules - moved up!!

Sooooo. My Lord has decided that summer now starts "officially" on Memorial Day - NOT June 21. Therefore, I need to get my list of new Summer rules together for him to review. I'm trying, I really am, but could really use some help! So, if you have any suggestions, Please, please and please write them in the comments!
So far, this is what I've come up with.

For Me
1.  Focus on cleaning two rooms of the house each day. (We have 8 rooms, so cleaning only 4 days a week! Yay!) Naturally, emergency clean up will be dealt with immediately.

2.  Shop for fresh produce at the local farmer's market only even though this may require an extra trip.

3.  Wear shorts only when gardening, otherwise stick with dresses.

4.  No underwear for dresses longer than fingertip length.

5.  I will masturbate only with permission.

6.  I will begin and end each day (assuming we are together) with worshiping my Lord's cock.

7.  I will never remove any device my Lord places on or in me. He alone will do that or I will request permission one time (meaning I will not continuously beg for its removal). These devices may include but are not limited to nipple clamps, dildo, remote vibrator, butt plug, anal beads, chastity device, clothespins.

8.  I will not speak during a punishment or maintenance session. I may cry, moan or make other sounds, but will not speak unless given direct permission to do so.

9.  I will be nude while in the house between the hours of 9:00 p.m. and 9:00 a.m. unless given permission to wear clothing (like if we have guests! Please!!)

10.  I will spend a minimum of twenty minutes a day with weighted ben wa balls in order to exercise my vaginal muscles.

So - what do you think?

Ass taken

We set up rules. I know we did. But seriously, the dress was really, really short and the matching panties were really, really pretty. I didn't think he'd mind. Really. He's the one who wanted me to wear the little red dress over to dinner at his brother's house.  He's allowed me to wear panties with short dresses before! I guessed he wouldn't want his brother to get a glimpse of me my treasure chest. Guess who was wrong. That's right - me. He knew. He told me he knew. From the moment I walked out of the bedroom, got in the car, greeted his brother. He knew I was wearing panties. Does he say anything then? No. Instead, he waits until we're at the dinner table all seated and happy. THEN he calmly informs his brother that I've broken one of our rules. Right then my face went as red as my dress. His brother, calmly cutting his steak, suggests that Mr. Mister take care of the problem right away. It simply won't due to allow rules to go broken. Mr. agrees. He makes me stand up and bend

over - right there. He pulls down my panties, holds my hands against the small of my back and gives me ten - TEN - hard spankings. THEN he checks my treasure and sure enough, I'm dripping wet! He stuffs the panties in his pocket and then orders me to sit back down and finish dinner. OMFG!!! I could not have been more humiliated. Or so I thought. The two of them go on to sedately discuss what further punishment would be appropriate. They decide - right in front of me - that a good ass fucking is in order. This will serve to remind me that my ass is HIS. I'm crying now because I'm so embarrassed. Mr. tells me to finish my dinner then I'm to clear the table while he and his brother enjoy a brandy. Finally, the evening ends and we head home. Mr. Mister says not a word on the drive, but whistles happily. Seriously!! My bum is still a bit tender and I know better than to argue at this point. When we get home he tells me to strip and get on the bed, belly down. NOW. I follow his order in record time. I keep apologizing and promising to follow the rules from now on. He says he believes me but I'm still getting a good ass fucking. He gets out the lube - not the regular stuff in the bedside drawer, but the stuff he uses for punishment - the lube that he keeps in the fridge! He fills me up and, without further ado fucks me. Hard. He touches nothing but my ass. He tells me that if I cum, He'll spank me again. I'm crying, wanting so badly to orgasm. Thankfully, he cums deep in my ass. I'm so frustrated I could scream - which is just what he wants! So, have I learned my lesson? You bet your sweet ass I have!

Corset Trained

I've decided that I need to lose a bit of weight. Not much - just 10 pounds or so. Mister agrees that if I want to do this he will allow it even though he maintains that I'm just fine in his eyes. Still, after the long winter, I'm feeling a bit sluggish and my summer frocks are just a tad bit tight. I'm also 10 pounds heavier than I was last summer thanks to the slower winter months and several bouts with steroid medications. Mister has helped me set up some guidelines to help with this goal.

1.  Desserts allowed only on Sunday.
2.  Drink at least 64 ounces of water a day (I can build up to this over the next two weeks).
3.  Exercise - ride my bike, walk, yoga, swim - three to five times a week.
4.  No more More. Once I fill my plate, that's it. No more second helpings.
5.  When not exercising, sleeping or bathing, wear a corset.

Yep. A corset. Not your regular part of a lose weight regime, but we both agree this might help. It will serve several purposes. First, it will help me with my posture. Second, it will hug by body as a reminder of my goal.  Third, it looks sexy as hell and Mister has always wanted a reason (not that he needed one!) to have me wear one more often. So, every morning after I exercise and shower, I will put on my corset and Mister will lace it for me. He will determine the tightness needed for the day. He will double knot it so I won't be able to undo it alone even if I wanted to. I'm nervous about this, but also thrilled.

Because he likes me in pretty things, he chose a lovely corset for me. This morning was my first day of my new regime and yes, Mister laced me quite tightly. Not so tight that I will have trouble breathing or even going about my day, but certainly tight enough to remind me of my goal.

Mister has promised that if I adhere to my goals, he will reward me - He will cum inside of my pussy each day I stick to my goals!!! If, however, I fail he will punish me with ten hard hand spanks. He will also leave my poor pussy wet and lonely and instead use my anus or mouth to satisfy his pleasure. Seriously, what more motivation does a girl need??

I want No Mercy

I want No Mercy. I need strength.
 I will fight because that is my nature,
 but I desperately want you to overpower my complaints.
I want you to pull my hair,  tan my hide with your hand, your belt - oh god - your belt
Make me gather switches for your use.Clip my nipples and give the a good twist - in private or semi-private-
Make my pussy sore and then use it again. Keep it filled with your cock, a dildo. Make me learn how to walk gracefully with a set of balls inside of me so I stay wet for you.

Take my ass. Fuck it as you would my pussy. Make me learn how to walk gracefully with a plug in place so I remember you own me.

Punish me with what I need. Not words but actions. Whip my bottom until I cry. Use my anus - fill it with a ginger fig or cramp my insides with a cold enema - the take it without Mercy.

Use me for your pleasure, not mine. Do this. I promise you, I too will find my pleasure. Do this for me. Give me no mercy. Give me your strength. I will become your gentle lamb.

Day of the Nipples

New project. He will devote an entire day to a selected body part. That is the one and only part of my body that will receive attention from him. Today is Day of the Nipples. First, he put on the nipple shield, but anyone who's tried to keep one of those on non-pierced nipples knows the challenge. My Lord is no fool. He knew they would pop off easily, so over the shield he placed a nipple jewel - the loopy kind - to hold it in place. Then, he had me kneel and service his cock. I was not allowed to use my hands, only my mouth. I couldn't control myself once and reached for his balls. I LOVE fondling his balls! I thought for a while he was going to let this go, but I was wrong. He let me finish, thank God! and he came in my mouth. 

Then, he iced my nipples. Good Lord but that was cold! Especially after they had been tightly jeweled! They hardened up to bullets the moment one drop of frozen water fell on them. He laughed when I sucked in my breath. I love to hear that sound. I wanted to cry out, but controlled myself, which was also a mistake. He likes me to make a little noise. Moans, begging, crying. I know this and for some perverse reason even I don't understand, I fight it and remain silent as long as possible. He likes this as well. He's told me so. He likes to break my resolve and own me totally. The ice damned near did it, but not quite. So, he upped the ante.

How? With heat. He end from constriction to ice to burning - okay, not real burning, but it sure as hell felt like it. 

Wax. He dripped hot wax across my breasts, covering my tender nipples and soft skin with fire which cooled to hardness. I broke. It was all too much and I cried out and began to thrash. This he was not to endure, so he tied me in place and continued his assault on my breasts. Please, I begged, please fuck me! My pussy was crying as well, sweet tears gushing from my petals, begging for attention. He saw this and laughed again. No. No my dear. If you can cum for me I will give you my cock to suck on again, but nothing for your pussy. Not yet. Now, cum for me or I'll have to punish your nipples more and I promise, you won't like that one little bit.

I opened my eyes and followed his glance. The flogger. If I didn't cum, he'd flog my breasts. My breath stopped for a moment. I imagined the pain. I imagined his pleasure. and I came.

That's my girl. He praised me. Now you may have my cock and since you've already sucked it dry once, I promise you it will stay hard for a very long time. If you can coax another orgasm from me within the next 30 minutes I won't make you wear the bells for the rest of the day.

I took that challenge, and lost. Thirty-two minutes later he fed me his sweet, sweet cream, but I wear his bells for the next four hours. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store.

Broken Rule + Attitude = Ouch

So the other day I posted our Spring rules. Two days ago I broke one, so yesterday was a punishment day. Why not on the day I broke the rule? Because THAT was my maintenance day. What did I do? I argue with Him that  it was a bad choice for MD. I pointed out that we had just had an MD four days before and not only was I not prepared for such a day since I had made an appointment for a massage, but that I didn't NEED another MD so soon. I also ignored his warning and continued to argue until he'd had enough and told me that not only would I cancel my massage and graciously accept his choice for MD as is posted in our Rules, but that I would have an entire day of punishment the next day, which was yesterday. Okay. That finally made me shut up. At another point in time, I will describe a typical MD for us, but now I am to describe yesterday, my Day of Punishment (DOP).

First, I am denied any clothing for any reason. Not even shoes. This is to remind me of my choice to submit to Him and that I have given Him control of my body. I hate this and He knows it. Forced nudity always makes me feel humiliated and humbled, which is the point I suppose. Also, I am not allowed to shower or bathe without permission which won't be until late evening so anything he puts on me stays on me. He begins by having me kneel on the hardwood floor and accept his cock into my mouth. I love this act of submission. It's probably my favorite. Savoring his flavor, hearing him moan, cradling his balls and giving him pleasure until he pours his seed down my throat. What's not to love! Today, though, he pulls out and sprays his seed on my face and breasts. The hot liquid sears my skin and I blush knowing that I will not be allowed to clean my skin until tonight. I hope that he will wipe some off of me, but this is not to be. I need to learn, he tells me, quietly, to accept his will. I want desperately to wipe the quickly cooling stickiness off of my face. I want desperately to lick the remaining drop from his cock, but I don't want more than what he has already planned for me, so I agree with him.

He helps me to my feet only to pull me over his lap for my first OTK of the day. He talks while he spanks me. He tells me that I agreed to the rules. That he will not tolerate deviation from them. If I don't like the rules, I can change them in June. He's right and I know it, which hurts more than his hand, which is considerable! This goes on for a good fifteen minutes. He spanks me with a slow, steady, firm hand and by the time he is finished, my tears have washed away most of his dried semen from my face. He turns me over, holds me, kisses me and tells me how proud he is of the way I accepted my first spanking. Later, when I've calmed down, I go about my daily chores - nude. Thank goodness he closed the draperies! After I have prepared and served lunch and he has tidied the kitchen, he takes me to the basement. He cuffs my wrists and attached them to the hook in the low ceiling. I can stand easily on flat feet but the concrete is cold and I shift from foot to foot. He tells me to stand still and I do. Then, he applies tweezer clips to my nipples. I suck in my breath because he makes the really tight! He kisses me again and tells me that it's okay. I can scream. He has soundproofed the basement for just this reason. Then, he picks up his flogger. He tells me that he will flog my front and back ten times each - once for each rule. He will tell me one rule after each strike and I will repeat it. If I can do this, he will release my nipples upon completion. If I make a mistake, he will add a weight to the chain between the tweezers. He flogs my belly first and I squeal. I do just fine for the first nine, then I mess up and don't repeat the rule exactly. He puts a 2 ounce weight on the chain and I drop my head, crying. I'm careful not to mess up again. Now, my belly and back are on fire. He sucks on one nipple and releases it from the tight clip. I scream. The second is even worse. He releases my arms, holds me and again praises how well I've accepted my punishment.

Then, he tells me to bend over the sawhorse, which I do. My feet are cold and my skin tender, but I'm humbled to the point of almost total submission. He lubes up my bottom and fucks me. Hard. This is part of my punishment, not my pleasure. He holds my shoulders down and says nothing. I feel my own juices gliding down my thighs and I want so much to cum, but he won't allow this. I beg him to cum instead and he does. He pulls out and releases on my bottom and I cry out in disappointment. I wanted him to cum inside of me! He knows this but won't allow it. This is a DOP. He makes me stay in place but walks in front of me. He guides my head up until it's even with his cock. He orders me to clean him. I don't like ATM, which is why he is doing this. I understand and accept. I open my mouth accept him. I suck and slurp and clean him completely. He praises me, helps me to stand again and tells me I've earned a nap before dinner.

A few hours later I serve him dinner. Before he cleans up, though, he bends me over a kitchen stool. He opens the freezer. I can't see anything, but he tells me while I slept he worked. He prepared a large fig of ginger and froze it. That way, it will defrost slowly in my anus. I am to stay bend over the stool, figged, while he does the dishes. I am not to move. I may vocalize a bit, but no wiggling. I am not to allow the fig to escape my anus even if it means clenching. Yes, this will increase the burn, but it is his wish that I do this and He expects me to obey. I tell him I understand, and I do. Holy God that burned! Naturally, he took his time with the dishes while I concentrated on standing still and keeping the ginger in my ass. Sure enough it began to slip and I had to clench. I started to cry, which he ignored. Finally, I felt him remove the fig and I babbled my thanks. He laughed and told me he wasn't through. He took me downstairs again and tied me, spread eagle to the bed. Then, he placed a small dab of wasabi directly on my clit. I screamed in agony. The fire intense and my pussy dripping. Please, please, I begged. I'll be good. I promise. I've learned. But please, please fuck my pussy.

He does. But not with his cock. He straddles over me, his balls on my open mouth and fucks me with a dildo. I suckle his balls, grateful he's given them to me while he makes me cum over and over again with the dildo.  When I'm nothing but a mass of boneless jelly, he stops, but he's not finished. He places himself between my stretched legs and enters me. Not my pussy. Oh no. He takes my ass again. I cry from the torment but cum yet again from the pleasure. He uses me without mercy, ignores my pleas and takes his pleasure. I beg him to cum inside of me. Please, give me that small comfort. I think he might because he slows his movements for a moment, bends to kiss me and whispers, "No."

He pulls out and cums across my belly. After a time, he releases my bonds and holds me. Again, he tells me I've taken all of my punishments well. I have only one more left. I am to go upstairs, shower and present myself to him in our bedroom. He will spank me again, OTK. If I accept this with the grace he expects, he will then tuck me into bed, my punishment complete. Tomorrow morning, He will make love to me and cum inside of my pussy. If I argue or complain, I will have another DOP tomorrow.

This morning, we made love and it was glorious.

Day of the Ass

Today was DAY OF THE ASS. As with Day of the Nipple, He began by having me kneel and perform fellatio. I learned my lesson, though, and clasped my hands behind my back so that I would not touch him without permission. He laughs when he sees this, grabs my hair and tells me to look at him. He wants to see my eyes when he cums down my throat. He wants to see my reaction as I gulp down his offering. He wants to watch my throat move and my eyes water. Then, he fucks my mouth. I struggle to keep my eyes on his and - yes - I fail. Nonetheless, he gives me his morning blessing but tells me I am still to be punished. For the next 24 hours I will wear a metal chastity belt and he will keep the key. I cry in frustration knowing he will keep his word. He even encases my breasts in a metal bra so that I will find no release except through my ass. This, he will use as he chooses.

First, he inserts a plug through the back hole of the belt. I wince a bit, but he soothes me and when the plug settles, I feel pleasantly full. Then, he tells me to dress. We are going out shopping. I gape at him in shock. He's going to take me out in public wearing not only a chastity belt but also a plug??? He grabs my hair, pulls my head back and kisses me. When he lifts his head he whispers: Obey or pay a price. You've already earned one spanking for closing your eyes earlier.  

I obey. He takes his time with errands and I am conscious only of my wet, lonely pussy and my full bottom. It is as if he is touching me even when he is pushing the grocery cart. Finally, we arrive back home. We put away the groceries and I am a mass of nerves and wetness. I can't take any more, so i go down on my knees again, tears in my eyes and beg. I beg him to take me. To fuck me. To give me sweet release. I'm sobbing at this point, so desperate am I for his touch. Desperate and so very, very close to orgasm. He lifts my chin and smiles. If I take my spanking like a good girl, he says. I nod eagerly and promise to be good. He sits on one of the kitchen chairs and pulls me over his lap. I jump with the sharp sting of the first slap and cry. I know he likes to hear this and I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had tried. The real challenge will be in keeping my hands out of his way and not kicking. I brace my hands on the floor. This helps to center me. I can concentrate on them.I count the tears as they splash on the white floor until there is a small puddle of brine between my hands. My ass is on fire so that even the rain of my tears and my abandoned, locked shut pussy can't quench the flames. He turns me over and hold me, kisses me, tells me he's proud of me. When I calm a bit, he sets me on the floor. He unlocks my belt but warns that it will go right back one once he finishes. My pussy will not be free until tomorrow. If I touch myself he will add another day. I nod and babble my understand. 

Then, he kneels behind me. Slowly he enters my anus, allowing my body time to adjust. Please. Please, I beg. Please let me cum. He allows this. He pushes in deep, hard and says, Yes, you may cum as often as you like. With his words, I explode. Color erupts behind my eyes and I am nothing but a body. He moves, fucking me. First hard, then slowly. Then hard again. The contrast makes me crazy and again I am crying. I hear someone's voice and realize it's my own moans. He touches no other part of me. All nerves end in my bottom. I feel his movements speed and then, then he cums. He graces me with his blessing and I cry out in joy. After, he holds me again, kisses me, then carefully locks me back into chastity. Tomorrow, after all, is another day.

Spring Rules

As the seasons change, so do my rules. I write down what I'd like to see, He writes down what He'd like to see and then we agree on ten for me and ten for Him. Once that is done, The Rules are posted in our bedroom. Each  morning and night I read them aloud and they are strictly followed. If I disregard any without express prior permission, I am severely punished - as I should be since I agreed to all of them! I love this switch up since it keeps my rules fresh and vibrant and I know it's for only a four month period and then they can be altered, but until that time, I must adhere to them. HE is merciless if they are broken which I need. I need Him to be consistent and strict. In doing so, I feel free to explore without fear of repercussions. Here's the Rule List I've been following since March 21.

She will:

1.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing Jeans during the day.
2.  Wear an anal plug of His choosing whenever wearing sleep pants to bed.
3.  Practice Yoga three times a week minimum.
4.  Prepare dinner a minimum of four nights a week.
5.  Suck on His cock whenever directed to do so, but a minimum of once a day.
6.  Give him a massage at least once a week.
7.  Wear only approved lingerie.
8.  Wear a mark of her submission (bracelet, plug, necklace, or ring) at all times.
9.  Never deny Him the use of her body for His pleasure or the pleasure of His surrogate.
10.  Accept His right to complete His Rules without complaint and with grace.

He will:

1.  Enforce a Maintenance day a minimum of once a week.
2.  Give her His cock to pleasure with a hole of His choice once a day or more.
3.  Administer a minimum of ten spankings each day. If He is unable to do so, he will assign a surrogate to do so for Him.
4.  Train her to accept and enjoy His use of her anus.
5.  Clean the kitchen after she has cooked and served the meals.
6.  Purchase her lingerie.
7.  Make use of her body for His pleasure or that of His surrogate no less than three times a week.
8.  Administer punishments without anger but with strictness and fairness.
9.  Exercise at least three times a week.
10. require an 8 hours minimum of  weekly Maintenance. He will inform her of the Maintenance Day Expectations on the selected day, not before. She will not be informed of when MD will be until the morning of.



Yes, it's been a lovely spring. Summer will soon be here, though, and He has suggested that I ask for opinions regarding our new Summer rules. So, opinions? Please comment.

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.

Spring Break - 7th day

Today marks the 7th day of our Spring Break. Today, I may speak freely. Looking back to Day 1 and then thinking of how I felt this morning when I woke up, I am amazed (as always) by my transformation. When we first arrived I was tense, angry, hesitant, overwhelmed with the stress and worry of various tasks. Now, I feel lighter - not only because I'm sure I've lost a bit of weight but emotionally and spiritually lighter. Yes, I have lost weight due to the fact that I am now getting daily exercise simply by gathering water, herbs, daily walks through the woods, gathering wood for the fire. We are also eating very healthy - natural food, fresh fish, gathered berries and herbs. My digestive system rebelled at this new diet for several days, but now, I feel wonderful.
I told J how I felt and he is pleased. This new attitude happened must faster than last year. My focus is now on simple pleasures - both giving and receiving. As proof of this, let me detail yesterday's events.

We awoke with the sun - no need for clocks here. Since the weather is lovely I relieved myself outside as did J. I poked the fire to life and began boiling water for tea and oatmeal. Once this was prepared, I set the table and served J. While he ate I sat at his feet and began our morning ritual of cock worship. Gently, I cupped his balls and kissed them. Then I ran my tongue up his cock, circling the tip. I heard his spoon clicking against the bowl of oatmeal as I took his manhood into my mouth. He moaned slightly and this sound warmed my body with pleasure. I continued to ease my mouth up and down his length until he finished his meal. Then, he shifted to the side. This is my cue to that he is ready for me to suck in earnest. He placed his hand on my head and guides me. I swallow him as deeply as I can, making sure to fondle his balls. He pushes my head down, my lips meet the base of his cock, and he feeds me his milk. This is the first nourishment I receive each morning. Only after I have ingested this will I eat my oatmeal and drink my tea.

I put the cabin to rights while J goes fishing. Again, this ritual is observed daily. If the cabin is not put in order by the time he returns - which is tricky since the length of time he is gone varies - I am disciplined. This happened the first four days but now I am much more efficient. He came in with two fish, cleaned and ready to be placed in the cool spring water bucket to keep them fresh until dinner time. J inspects the cabin and smiles approvingly. He pulls out the chair and I take my place over his lap. This is my morning spanking - not a discipline, but a ritual. It took me three days before I learned to look forward to this, but now I get wet while cleaning up the cabin, knowing his hand will soon be warming my backside. I brace my hands on the floor and he begins. At first he gently warms up my skin with a series of twenty or more swats to each cheek. I do not count out loud, but in my head. During this stage if he says "Number" I must answer correctly or this daily spanking will become disciplinary.  Then, the real spanking begins. I must break free of myself and this is how J does that. He spanks me until I cry - not cry out - but weep. Then, he rubs my bottom, carries me the bed and makes love to me - gently, carefully. Yesterday, I came as soon as he entered me. I lost count of the number of times he made me cum. Finally, he again finds his pleasure and came inside of me. Once we recovered, he helped me to my feet, held me tight and then we went to the stream for a bath.  The water is still shockingly cold to my system, but I no longer resist the coldness which eases my bottom. Yesterday, you suggested that I complete my yoga and meditation here, by the stream, while you kept watch over me. I did this and found my center. All anxiety and fear left and I was at peace.

Last night, after dinner, you made love to me again - this time using my anus as ritual requires. You took me from behind, squeezing my nipples until I screamed your name and you filled my bottom with your essence. You decided that you were going to add another element to this nightly ritual. I am to be plugged with a medium sized wooden plug. This I must keep in all night and only after my morning spanking will you release it. Your cum is the lubrication for its entry. I cringed a bit but did not object. I'm past that now. I accept your word and obey without question and am pleased to do so. This morning, the plug was a constant reminder of who I am and what I want. Yes, it is uncomfortable but not painful and I find, amazingly, that I am grateful for it.

Spring Break - The Ritual

We do Spring Break a bit differently. No other people, beaches or alcohol, aside from some lovely red wine. No cars. No electricity. No running water aside from the spring fed stream behind the cabin. We "break" from the world and live for two weeks simply and peacefully and as we choose. I look forward to this each year because I  become centered and confident. The first few days are awful, that I will admit, but after that, I am at peace.

To begin,  Joseph drops me and the supplies off at the cabin. Once everything is unloaded I must strip. I will be nude these two weeks. I beg him not to do this. We are too far into the woods that we own to worry about other people, but still I am embarrassed. To allow me to at least have some clothing tucked away, locked away even, but he is adamant. No. He takes my clothes and drives away. I am to put away the supplies and get a fire going. I am also tasked with drawing a bucket of water from the stream which we will use for cleaning purposes. We have no bathroom, only an old fashioned chamber pot. It will also be my task to empty and clean this in the stream twice daily.

I have just finished my tasks when Joseph hikes back to the tiny cabin. He looks about the small cabin. One bed made up with three quilts, one table, two chairs. A fireplace, one cauldron on a swinging iron "arm", one metal kettle in which to heat water, two cupboards. One cupboard holds household items - two place settings, one cast iron skillet, loose tea, a bag of flour and other staples. Most of our food we will gather. The berries have ripened and fresh herbs are up. The fish are plentiful. If Joseph decides we need anything that is not here and cannot be gathered from the surrounding 5 miles of woods, he will hike to the car and get whatever we need.

The second cupboard holds His supplies. I am not allowed to open this cupboard but I know what it holds - mostly. Rope. carved wooden plugs and dildos, leather belts, wooden paddles, chains, wooden clothespins, leather cuffs and other surprises. Each of these he will use on me for my discipline as well as for his pleasure. Looking at this unlocked cupboard, knowing what it contains, knowing he will use each and every item on me, causes me to tremble.

I hear him on the small porch and turn to look at him. He walks into the cabin, filling the space with his presence and I sink to my knees, shaking. "Begin" he says and I do. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and free his cock. This is my focus for the next two weeks and Joseph does not believe in giving me time to acclimate. He does not believe in "easing" into this Break. I know this and am happy. I worship his cock, savoring his taste, his feel. I kiss, lick and suck his balls, My hands keep a gentle touch on his shaft. Then, I switch positions, my mouth on his cock and my hands on his balls. This is my place, my job, my only priority. He pushes deep and I gag. He keeps his cock there, deep in my throat, allowing me time to adjust, then he pulls out - just a bit - then back in. He uses my mouth until he's about to cum. It's too soon, though for him to reward me with his taste, so he pulls out and cums on my body. I hate this and he knows it. But this is the beginning and there are traditions to observe so I accept this and sit back on my heels. You tuck yourself back in your jeans. Then, you hold out your hand.

We walk into the woods and gather more firewood. This, we stack outside of the cabin. Your cum has dried on my skin now. It's whiteness crackling on my breasts. You take me to the stream and I whimper. I know just how cold this water is, but this too is part of the ritual. You stand on the bank while I walk into the stream. I was away the sticky cum, the dirt from the city, the pride of modern society. I shiver, my nipples harden and I emerge from the icy water a pure woman, free to please her man, free from societal judgment.

My skin is cold to the touch, but not for long. We go back to the cabin and I stand by the table. You open the cupboard and pull out some rope. You bend me over, my belly flat against the wood, and tie my wrists in place. Already I am beginning to cry, knowing what is to come. I hear it before I feel it. The whoose of the paddle. I cry out - no one can hear - and feel the sting more keenly on my cold skin. Again and again you paddle me until I no longer pull against the ropes. Then, and only then, do you fuck me. Later when I am soft and feminine and totally submissive again, you will make love to me gently, but for now, I need to feel your strength, your power. I need you to dominate and control me. I need strictness and discipline. And you, Dear Sir, you give me what I need. You fuck me mercilessly. You take me and use me. The hardness of the table bites into my hips. My bottom is on fire from your paddle and my pussy is tender from your pounding. Because you came earlier, it takes you quite a while to reach fulfillment again. By the time you cum, my face is as wet as my thighs and I too have reached orgasm not once, not twice,but thrice. You cum inside of me and then kiss my neck, my back. You untie me and I slip to the floor, a puddle at your feet. You let me stay there, gathering my strength again, while you rest in the chair. After a few minutes I crawl to you, kiss each of your jewels and the tip of your cock. I put my cheek on your knee and you caress my hair.

Now, now I feel like I am home.

Dominant desires

You need my attention, then you will have it until you beg for mercy.  You want to know I think of you, then you will think of me - every time you shift in your chair. You need to know I want you, then remember all of the planning I do to keep you in line, disciplined, satisfied.

 Know that I will take you when and where I choose to. I will fill each and every opening of your body with whatever I want, whenever I want and you will accept it. Know I will mark your body so that you will remember that I think of you often. Know that the soreness you will feel for hours, days is because I want you to feel it. I will spank you, plug you, pierce you, fuck you according to my will and you will attend me or suffer the consequences. I do not discipline you simply because of a misdeed. I do this because I want to. I want you to squirm, to push yourself, to give yourself to me. I enjoy watching your ass turn red, you nipples swell with pleasure and pain, your eyes widen when I insert a plug into your anus, you blush with embarrassment when I tweak your nipples in public, you wiggle in your hard wooden chair as you attempt to sit with a metal egg in your bottom and bruises on your cheeks. I enjoy hearing you cry from shock, pain, pleasure, joy. I enjoy hearing you beg me to stop, but refrain from using the one word which you know will cause me to stop. I enjoy pushing my cock inside of your tight, wet pussy and feel it clench around me. I enjoy fucking your mouth and seeing tears in your eyes as you struggle not to gag. I enjoy fucking your ass, filling your bowels with my cum. I enjoy spraying my load on your face, your breasts, your ass and watching it slowly dry on your delicate skin, marking you for mine.

You are mine. Never forget that. I will use you as I choose.

Nipple Pleasing

I'm going to do it. Actually, I'm not actually doing it, I'm allow IT to be done. He has wanted this for a very long time but would never force me into it. After months and months of consideration and research, I'm going to allow it to be done. He loves to see my naked body decorated with only jewelry, metal, or beautifully worked leather or lace. It makes sense that he'd want to decorate my nipples as well. To date, thought this is about as far as we could go since I was terrified to have my nipples permanently pierced. The pain, the possibility of someone noticing the rings at work or in public, the permanence of it all terrified me.

I'm not sure what has changed, but last week I knelt before Him and told Him that I was ready. That I was more than ready, that I wanted to have my nipples pierced. He made me wait a full week in case I changed my mind, but I haven't. Now, it's time and I'm terrified again, but happy.Soon, He has promised I will be allowed to wear this for a dinner party, exposing my achievement to all.

For now, though, I will grit my teeth and endure this.

New Task

My Man and I love the feel of older clothing - on me at least. Especially the split drawers. This type of undergarment allows for modest coverage but easy access for biological needs as well as disciplinary measures. Sadly, the style is not exactly consistent with current fashion, so unless I'm going to wear Victorian style dresses while cleaning the house, gardening or working, they simply are not practical. The split goes all the way from front to back but the waist is one piece gather with elastic or if you want to be traditional, a drawstring. The pants are then gather just above the ankle. So, my new task is to design and manufacture a modern rendition of the traditional split drawers. It must be easily and comfortable worn beneath modern dresses and skirts but also be discreet - no unsightly bunching or "panty lines" visible. Luckily, I'm a fairly good seamstress, so I'm eager for the task. Yes, the market does have crotchless panties already, but they generally don't allow for full bottom exposure for easily paddling or other disciplinary needs.  I've found a pair that is very, very close to my needs at Etsy, but my skin is very sensitive and I prefer full cotton. Still, I showed this picture to My Man to see if this is the direction he was going and he has approved. So much so, that he gave me a pleasure spanking! Yay!

What is a pleasure spanking? A thing of beauty, that's what! He pulls me over his lap and gives me a slow warm up with his hand. This can take fifteen or twenty minutes. The whole time, I'm slowly allowed to sink into my sub world and immerse myself in the warmth of my own skin and the power of his body. I get very, very wet! So much so that He generally places a towel on his lap to absorb the moisture! Once I'm moaning - and have likely had at least one orgasm, he ups the rhythm and intensity until I'm squirming with desire and my bottom is a color and temperature pleasing to him. Then, Then he makes love to me. Slowly, carefully, perfectly. He sees to my pleasure and ensures I orgasm multiple times. The last time he awarded me a pleasure spanking I had to beg to stop due to exhaustion. I mean, a girl needs a nap sometime! Naturally, he ignored this request and had his way with me until I was nothing more than a boneless mass of joy.

Oh, I am so enjoying this new task!

Understanding Training

I've had it. I'm so done with this. First, I hated the idea of being "trained" anally. But no, HE said it was important. HE said I needed it. Well, fuck this shit! The first two days he did nothing but finger me for a good hour, It hurt, yeah, but in a good way. He lubed me up and first put in one finger. When I adjusted to that, he added a second and the began scissoring. I would lie across his lap as he watched television and just - well - endure. He didn't touch my pussy, despite the wetness dripping onto his jeans. I squirmed and begged, but all that got me was a sharp slap on the ass. For the next two days he inserted a plug. A fairly small one. The first day for one hour, the next for two. Again, he completely ignored my poor pussy and when I started to finger myself He hauled me over his lap and whopped my bottom. Today, the fifth day, he has inserted a much larger plug. Metal this time and egg shaped. I'm so frustrated I fell to my knees and begged him to fuck me. He said no, but did take enough pity on me to fuck my mouth. God I've missed his cock. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I wanted to worship his cock and balls, kissing, licking, suckling, but no. He just tucked himself back in and helped me to stand. He kissed me and asked if I thought my ass could take his cock now? I said Yes. Anything. Please, just fuck me! He laughed and said if I was good and kept the egg in for three hours without complaint - either verbal or physical - them maybe tomorrow he'd give me relief. But for now, he was enjoying my frustration. I muttered something rude and again, got a spanking for my remark (totally deserved!). Apparently, that counted as a complaint because today, He put the egg in again and told me that I had to wear it all evening. He let me suck him off  and then told me to dress. He was taking me out for dinner. If, and only if, I accepted his plug and his word without wiggling or complaining, if I behaved as a lady should, if I showed proper decorum and gratitude, then, perhaps, when we arrived home, he'd give me relief.

I'm trying, really I am, but this is just so hard. I want him so badly but I need to control myself. Which, if I want to be truthful with myself, is the point of this whole week. Self control. Finally, I understand. Now, we're back home and I'm feeling quite proud of myself. He takes me into the bedroom and tells me to undress him. Then, he lifts my dress and I stand before him, nude and shaking with desire. He bends me over and checks the plug. I almost cum right then. He laughs and says that I've been very good, but I need to keep the plug in until he decides to take it out. He won't tell me when that will be, but warns that when he does, he'll fuck my ass. I'm almost crying, thinking that I'll have to wait even longer for his cock, but he's merciful. He kisses me and lies me on the bed. He presses his masterful cock into my dripping pussy and I cum. Immediately. The fullness in my ass plus his touch are too much for this frustrated sub. I'm terrified he'll pull out and punish me again, but he doesn't. He seems pleased and kisses me while he plunges inside of me fully. He fucks me without restraint, without gentleness and I cum until I'm totally exhausted. Only then do I feel him tense and find his own release. He slowly comes out of me and I look at him, begging with my eyes. He says Yes and I scurry down and lick him clean. He touches my hair, plays with it gently. My pussy is finally sore and my ass is still full.

Now I understand why he has trained me.

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.

Chain me up

Chain me up and keep the key
Give me the freedom to simply BE
I give you my power in a total exchange
Yes or No are my only decision range.

Give me strength of steel
Wrap me in metal from head to heel
I trust you alone to keep me safe
Your bonds alone will never chafe

Cold and hard give me relief
from my life's confusion and consuming grief
I love you, dear Sir, I give you my power
Do as you will, I am no delicate flower.

Wild Irish Rose

Rose stood before Him, waiting. Not only was today Inspection Day, but it is also St. Patrick's Day - His favorite holiday. He called her his Wild Irish Rose for good reason. She was indeed both Irish and Wild. Only a strong man could tame her, hence the need for a weekly inspection. Her muff must be trimmed neatly, but enough hair must be left to show her true genetics. Her body must be free of bruising unless previously reported - Rose was both clumsy and a bit on the wanton side. She must be wet. Always wet for Him. Her nipples perky and hard. Her anus empty and clean. Inspection day came only once a month and never on the same date. It was always a surprise to her. If she failed in any of her requirements, she would pay a penalty. Then again, she often enjoyed the penalty, so she would sometimes leave her pubic hair a bit frazzled, "forget" to do a cleanse. There wasn't much chance of her pussy not juicing since the very thought of Him made her puddle, nor was it likely that her nipples would not be perky for the very same reason. Just the thought of His mouth on them turned the pretty pink points into hardened pebbles. 

Today, it was the muff. She'd not trimmed it in several days and the edges were definitely frayed. 

"You've not been caring for my puss, Rose," He said.

"I've been busy, Sir, and with it being so cold, I didn't think you'd mind," she answered smartly.

"Think again. You know the rules," 

Rose hung her head and nodded. He sat on the edge of His chair and patted his lap. Silently, Rose assumed her position.

"I've got a surprise for you, Rose. In honor of the Feast Day, I've purchased a new paddle. Let's see how well you like it. Seventeen is the magic number for today."

He showed Rose the pretty new paddle - embossed leather - and she knew she would regret her rash decision of not shaving. He was not light with leather and since this was a punishment, she would be given no warm up. Time and again the paddle descended on her raised bottom. Only once did she put her hands over herself to block the blows. He graciously allowed her a moment to recover, then held her hands locked at the small of her back to ensure no repeat of her indiscretion. By the time He finished, Rose was sobbing, her bottom as red as her untrimmed hair. She begged forgiveness. He held her, kissed her head and granted her wish. Wanting to please Him, Rose slid to the floor and looked up at him, her eyes begging.

"Yes, Rose, you may," He said.

Quickly, she unzipped his trousers and got to work. She heard him moan with pleasure and smiled around his cock. She sucked his shaft while massaging his jewels, eager to please Him. Even after he feed her the Milk of Forgiveness, she remained at his feet, her cheek resting on his knee, His hand on her head.

"I do so love you, my Wild Irish Rose."

Greedy for fellatio

I began with a rose, kissing each petal, following each fold with my tongue. This is how you trained me. To cradle the delicate flower in my hands while caressing it, running my finger delicately up and down the stem while using my tongue to trace the nuances of the flower's skin. Then, when I pleased you. No petals disturbed, but all wet with my spit, you moved me to fruit. 

To taste, suckle, drink of the deliciousness of the juice. To suck the fruit dry but to never, ever bite. 

Then, you finally allowed me to touch you. Your cock, your balls. Not kiss yet, just touch, gently, a whisper of what was to come. I smelled your manliness and wanted more. I could not stop myself. That was my mistake. I opened my mouth and liked you before you gave me permission. Now, I am here. Trapped. At your mercy. Now, I have no choice but to give what I so greedily stole. Your cock fills my mouth, my throat. You fuck my mouth despite the terrible ache in my jaw. You pull my hair, tell me how disappointed you are in my greed and warn me that if I ever take such liberties again, not only will I serve time here, in your pillory, but you will have my ass beaten while you take my mouth. I gasp, knowing your threat is not idle and want to beg for forgiveness, but your cock fills my mouth. Suddenly, you yank my hair and I gurgle in pain. Hot seed spills down my throat and I swallow, hoping to appease my sin. Slowly, you slip out of my mouth and I gratefully move my jaw to relieve some of the ache. 

For a moment, I thought you might release me, but no. I am rash. You kneel in front of me so that I can look directly into your eyes. You smile and kiss away my tears and tell me that my first ordeal is over. I am to remain here, in this position, humiliated and vulnerable while he manipulates me, forces me to orgasm again and again until he has gained strength. I will remain bound in place, completely at his mercy. Then, again, he will teach me what happens to Pets who are greedy.