Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Training on the Train

Training on the Train

He is quite wealthy, but that is not why I love him. He is elegant, but that is not it either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and care for me. His interest in every detail of my life. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness.
He is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, catering to the old money. We do, therefore, travel by train. He has told me that he wishes me to accompany him on all of his trips - both business and pleasure. When we are on the train, however, I belong to him. Totally. His private car is decorated beautifully, in a lovely 1950's style but with all modern conveniences carefully concealed. He has decorated everything. He has chosen the furniture, the art, the linens, even my clothing. In keeping with the style, I will  dress in a vintage manner when entertaining his clients. Demure, sweet and always modest. However, in our private car, I will not dress unless specifically instructed to do so. Sometimes he will wish me to wear heels, sometimes a corset, sometimes only pearls. Mostly, though, he prefers me to be nude. He will use my body as he will. I will speak when spoke to only. I will be his humble and loving servant and he my loving and dominant master. I have agreed to all of this, but now I must prove to him that I truly want this.
This trip will be a short one - only three days. This will be a trial run, if you will, to see if this arrangement truly suits us both. I walk into the car and marvel at its beauty. I turn and smile at him. He crosses his arms and gives me a pointed look. A hot blush creeps up my face. My first act was to have been removing my clothing, but already I have made a mistake. I have sighed and run my hand over the furnishings first. I drop my eyes and rush into the bedroom section, removing my dress, bra, panties, stockings and shoes. I neatly fold them and put them away just as he instructed me. They are to be out of the way - out of sight. I come back into the parlour and stand before him. Now, he smiles at me, lifts my chin and kisses me, running his hands up and down my sides, my back, my arms. he deepens the kiss and grasps my nipples. Then he squeezes. I give a little yelp and start to pull away but stop myself. I hear him chuckle a bit and know he has not missed this tiny lapse. I also know he is please I corrected myself. He squeezes harder and I whimper at the pain, but feel my will bend to his, dripping out of my body and forming the honey which coats my pussy and thighs. I begin to tremble and he slowly pulls his mouth away. Keeping hold of my tender nipples, he leads me to the table and tells me to place my hands flat. He adjusts my position to his liking and then tells me to prepare myself for my first correction. I take a deep breath and steady myself. Still, I can't stop myself from crying out with the first sharp strike of the leather slapper. Four slaps - two on each cheek - and I'm already crying. Nonetheless, I am grateful, a feeling which shocks me. Without thinking, turn, drop to the floor and hug his legs, thanking him for his correction. I feel loved, safe, wanted.

Three days later, he holds out his hand and helps me down the steps of our car. He must help me, not only because he is a gentleman, but because I can barely walk on my own. My bottom is red and welted. my thigh muscles strained and shaky, my pussy swollen and tender, my anus still filled with a rather large plug. I wobble a bit on my black pumps and he steadies me. I look up at his soft eyes and smile. I can't wait for the next trip.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Spanking Story of the Week

What did you do?
I broke a rule.
Which one?
I forgot to call you back when you left the message this morning.
Indeed. I understand you can't always answer your phone, but I do expect you to call me back when you are free to do so.
Yes, Sir. I understand and take full responsibility. 

Sir sat down and pulled me over his lap. The only sound was that of his hand smacking against my bottom and of my sobs. This was the second time I had forgotten to return his call so I knew what was coming and fully accepted my correction. Ten minutes of his hand coming down relentlessly.  My  bottom was already on fire and I had no idea how much longer was left. My face was pointed down and would remain so. I had agreed to this correction and so I had no right to complain. My crying was useless but I couldn't stop myself. Besides, he enjoyed my tears. Without them, he told me, he had no notion that his correction was taking effect. Just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped. The first round was over. You see, each time I broke the same rule, my correction was added to. The first time I received ten minutes of a hard hand spanking. This time, I again receive that correction plus an additional five minutes with my the back of my wooden brush. I sobbed and, thankfully, Sir soothed my bottom a  bit.

Then, the first strike of the brush. I screamed, jerking my body. Five minutes of this? I couldn't stand it. But I would. Both he and I knew I would endure, that I would accept. Again and again the brush came down. Rhythmically striking low on one cheek, then the other. My sit spot, the back of my thighs, the fleshy curve of my already tender bottom. He spread the beating over my entire ass, being sure that no spot was left unattended. I sobbed, ears dripping onto the floor. Suddenly, I realized that the spanking had stopped and he was gently rubbing my punished flesh. Still I cried from both pain and shame. Really, was asking to return his call too much? Of course not. I had been careless. I slid from his face and released his cock. He smiled down at my tear streaked face and gave his approval. I opened my mouth and showed him my love. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I swallowed his rod, massaging gently his lovely balls until I felt them tighten. Throwing his head back and pressing my face down to the base, he gave me his full forgiveness and released his blessing down my throat.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Summer Roses

Summer is here and so are the roses. I love my roses and spend hours every day cultivating them, pruning them, weeding around them. My yard is fulled with roses - all neatly arranged in an English style garden. I love the feel of the velvety petals, the heady scent, the sturdy stems, the tortuous thorns. My Love enjoys all of this as well. He sits now, in the gazebo, watching me at my work. I wear a simple white cotton sundress and white Keds. I look up at him, sipping his wine, and smile. I see his eyes darken and know he is becoming aroused. He stands and inclines his head toward my Play House. This is a foolish name, but he chose it and so I go along with it. 
My Play House is a small cabin build on the back lot of our home. We live on the outskirts of a small town and own quite a bit of wooded and cultivated property. It's a lovely little structure. One room, really. Electricity for the air conditioner and hot water heater, but a Franklin stove for the winter heat and small amounts of cooking and oil lamps or candles for light. Two straight backed chairs, a tiny drop leaf table, a double bed and a bathtub, stool and sink. At the foot of the bed is a steamer trunk filled with supplies, on the wall one cabinet filled with towels and bed linens, on hooks by the door jackets and a few other articles of clothing.

Shaking my head a bit, I return to my task, now slightly altered simply by a look from him. I cut four roses, bright red this time, and leave the stems long. When I enter the Play House holding them, he is already seated on one of the chairs. I place the roses on the table and remove my clothing, hanging the dress on a hook. Here, I am nude. Always. I kneel and wait for his instructions.

He has tied my wrists to the headboard and blindfolded me. I love the blindfold. It and his silence force me to pay attention only to sensations. I hear a harsh clipping sound then, something hard and narrow inserted, just barely, into my cunt. No need to worry about wetness. The moment I enter the Play House I am ready for him. His finger on my clit, the object enters further. A rose stem. He has trimmed every thorn from it and is using it to fuck me. In and out. His fingers torturing my clit. I pant and come so very close. Then, he stops. He leaves the rose inside of me but stops moving it.

He climbs on top of me, still clothed. and whispers in my ear, "It's going to be a long afternoon for you. I want to see you squirm, beg, cry out from my treatment of you. But be sure of this, my love. You will cum only when I allow it."

Friday, May 16, 2014

Hold On Tight

Hold on tight.
Don't let go.
Don't scream or yell
if you don't want the neighbors to know
Either way, I won't stop
not until you've had ten.
five to each cheek.
Not because I'm angry.
Not because you're bad.
Because this pleases me
and you're already wet
just knowing what's to come.

Monday, April 21, 2014

The Pillory

She stood, bent, her head and wrists locked in the pillory. She knew her guilt. She had tempted the Man. Flirted outrageously. Now, she was His prisoner. He'd grabbed her arm, marched her to the centre of town and locked her in. The townspeople gathered around, knowing her nature and His. Knowing this was to be spectacle for all to enjoy.

First, He scolded her, announcing to the town her indecent actions and her wantonness. Then, he ripped her skirt off of her. She shrieked. Not yet content, he also ripped off her blouse. She stood in only her drawers and corset, helpless, grateful for her long hair covering her face.  He pulled out his knife, showing her the shimmer of the blade. Slowly, her ran the knife along her spine, cutting the cords of her corset, allowing it to fall from her body, exposing her breasts. He pulled apart her drawers, the cool air now caressing her naked bottom. He rubbed His cock against her wet slit, entering her quickly, hard,pounding against her. His hand came down on her ass, spanking her with a resounding smack. Over and over again until tears fell from her face.

The townspeople shouted their approval, encouraging Him. She deserved her humiliation and they would be satisfied with nothing less. One man came up to him and offered him a smooth, large carrot. Accepting the hard vegetable, He rubbed it against her anus. Slowly, making sure she felt every movement, he pushed it into her. Six inches of hard, orange wood entering her bottom. He held it in place and continued to fuck her. Within minutes, he pulled out, cumming on her red bottom.

She panted, wanting more, terrified and humiliated. Her bottom was on fire and her anus was stretched to the point that she feared her body would split in two. He stepped in front of her, then stood on a tall box, his dripping member in front of her eyes. He grasped her hair and when her mouth popped open, He placed his cock inside. The vegetable man now took his turn, keeping the carrot deep inside her and fucking her cunt. In due time, he too pulled out and spent his hot seed on her bottom. He was again becoming hard in her mouth. He tore off his belt and leaning slightly over her, smacked her bottom. She screamed around His cock, but he continued. He fucked her mouth until his hot cream slid down her throat.

The townspeople cheered.

He pulled away. Leaning down He whispered. "three more hours, my dear. And three more times will I cum in or on you. Three more men as well as me will use you. Each of your holes will be used, violated, enjoyed. That will teach you a proper lesson, will it not?"

"Yes, my dear Sir. It will."

Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday

No, we are not religious. Still, what a great opportunity to "repent" and "suffer" for sins. So, here i am. tied to the Cross - the St. Andrew's Cross. I have been scorged with a cat. No blood, thank the Lord, but welts. Beautiful red welts. I feel the heat from them radiate throughout my body. My shoulders, ass, thighs, calves - all marked by His hand. Now,  He unties me, turns me so my marks are against the Cross. He reties me - securely. No way can I move to avoid anything he has planned (not that I want to.) Fire shoots through my cunt. He's applying the cat to it now. I scream, thrashing my head. He says nothing, just continues His minstrations. Finally, he stops, but only to retrieve a new device. Thorns. He runs the rose stem over my breasts, gently, slowly. The thorns snag slightly on my delicate skin and I wince. This many not seem like much, but I will feel these pinpoints of agony for days. Down my stomach, my inner thighs he runs the stem, lightly pricking my skin. He stands, kisses me and I no longer feel any pain. His hand reaches for a nipple while his mouth devours mine. He pulls, twists. I cry out against his mouth but he continues. After a time, he moves to the other nipple and it too receives the same treatment. I gasp when he pulls away. He steps to the table holding his toys. He holds up a pair of nipple clips. He tweaks the already tender nipple and mercilessly attaches the clip, screwing the device down until I am begging for mercy. Once both nipples are clipped He kneels before me, his mouth on my swollen cunt, two fingers in my ass. I come. Screaming his name. I hear him laugh. Now, he stands, reaches for a metal egg. I whimper. He just smiles at me and proceeds to fill my ass with the hard, cold egg. I wince at its intrusion and then sigh in relief when it settles. I feel full, kept, used. His.

Now he unties me, holding me to keep me from falling. He carries me to the bed. My whole body is a mass of exposed nerves, which is exactly what he wanted. Finally. Finally he takes me. Fills my cunt with his sword. Again, no mercy. he fucks me hard and I orgasm the moment he enters me. Too quickly, he also cums, filling me with his seed.

"Ready for the Centurians?" he asks.
"That's right. Now that you're all prepared, I have a few soldiers waiting to use you as well. When they finish, it's my turn again. Then, I'll take your ass. You will be ravaged all day long. Questions?"

"No, Sir. But thank you."

Thursday, April 17, 2014


This will be our little experiment.  My girl needs more discipline at times. Sure, we have our weekly maintenance, but at times, my hand is simply not enough. Therefore, today, I've decided that we will test out a variety of implements. One at a time. Slowly. She is blindfolded so that she can judge by feel alone. I will not touch her except with the leather. She is to remain in position without restraints. I will allow no more than one minute between strikes. One mark per implement. One strike. When I finish, she will tell me which she preferred. Which stung the most. Which left the longest sting after the strike. Which she fears the most. Then, I will turn her over, use the back side of her body. Strike again - just once - with the three choices. Finally, I will decide which brought the desired reaction, felt the most comfortable in my hand, left the most interesting mark.

And so we begin.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Testing my Submissive

               I’ve wanted to do this for some time now, but never have I trained a submissive as natural as  Jade. Her pale, pale skin is almost translucent, her almost naturally blonde hair, almost white in its pureness, flows thickly down her back. Her eyes, the color of a calm sea, look up at me, reflecting her love and desire to please. I have been training her for about six months now. No submissive has ever tried to please me as well as she. When I first met her, she had no idea her potential, she only knew that innately, her place was to serve. She knew she received no pleasure herself unless she had provided pleasure to her partner. Because of this, I am careful to tell her how good she is, how beautiful, how much she does, indeed, please me.
               Today, though, is her gift to me. Proof, not that I need it, of her absolute trust in my protection, my guidance and my love. She has dressed to my specifications – heels, a low cut, sexy dress and nothing else. We arrive at the club. I place my hand on her back, gently pushing her through the door. She has thirty seconds to look around and get her bearings, then I place the blindfold over her eyes. She will wear this for the next two hours. I ask if she is ready and nods her head. She will not speak unless I give permission and then, she will only answer a question which requires more than a nod or shake of the head. She grasps my hand tightly and I know she is afraid but also trusts me and my decisions. I take her small face in my hands and kiss her deeply. She responds immediately, wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in. She may be a natural submissive, but not even I could train her to control her blatant sexuality – not that I would want to!
               I lead her into the club and glance around. At least ten other men are seated, drink in hand, watching. I have invited them here for this purpose. I step behind Jade and unzip her dress. She gasps a bit and trembles, but steps out the dress. Her body practically glows in its paleness. Her tits are full, heavy, tipped with pink large nipples. Her waist tapers in, but not too much. I, like most men, prefer women with a bit of meat rather than harsh bones. Her ass is rounded and, even in this low light, has a tinge of pink thanks to the spanking of this morning. I guide her forward and her gait is a bit awkward, partially from the heels, partially from her blindness, and partially from the rather large plug I have placed up her ass. That ass is mine and while I am willing to share her mouth and pussy, I will not share her most private of parts. I know the plug is a little too large and that it causes her discomfort, but that’s exactly what I planned – a constant reminder of my control. She whimpered when I pushed it in her, even cried a little when I told her she would wear it the rest of the day, but offered no complaint. In fact, she thanked me.
               I walk her to the prepared room. She kneels on the soft rug and I unzip my fly. Her mouth is on me almost before I can get my dick all the way free. God her hot mouth is awesome and I almost loose it immediately. Her tongue darts around the tip of my shaft and her lips lock around me in a tight circle. She cups my balls and sucks me down her throat. I grab her hair and force her mouth down on me, fucking her face. She moans, but I know it’s with pleasure. Within a minute I shoot my load down her throat. She laps it up, swallowing all of it, and keeps her lips on me until I pull her away.
               Now it begins. I’ve told her that she will swallow my cum at the beginning of her ordeal and then I will use a different hole at the end. My cum will signify both her beginning and her ending.
               The first of the men is at the door. I motion to him and he steps forward. Jade gropes for my hand and I gather her hair into a ponytail. I won’t let go of her, just as I promised. I will touch her in some way constantly, so she knows I am with her. I tell her to open her mouth and the man steps forward. She accepts him into her mouth and blows him. I love watching her lips around a man’s dick. He is a rather small man, so I know she can easily accept him. When he is about to cum he tells me and I instruct him to pull out. He sprays over her tits and she flinches at the heat and humiliation. Two more men follow and repeat the man’s performance. By now, I know her jaw is aching so I tell the next to put on a condom. I have her lie down on the bed. I hold her ankles up high so he has easy access her to pussy. By this time, I’m hard again, so I have her take my dick in her mouth while this next man, a large black man, fucks her pussy. I love the contrast between his dark, dark skin and her whiteness. The man is huge, but she is dripping wet and he easily slides in. I pull my dick out of her mouth and she moans in displeasure, still, I can tell by her smile that she is loving being fucked by this guy. He tells me he’s about to cum so I have him pull out, take off the condom and spray her belly. Her skin is a sticky mess now and I love it. I have her turn over and get on her knees. The next three guys fuck her doggy style and spray her ass and back.
               By now she is trembling, not just from excitement but also from exhaustion. She’s had enough. I begin to twist her plug and she cringes, knowing what’s coming. Without warning, I yank it out of her and plunge my dick all the way into her anus. She is crying now, but accepts the pain. If she were to say her safe word, I would stop. If I felt that she couldn’t take it, I’d stop even if she didn’t say her word. All the men who just used her stand around us, watching, playing with themselves. A few will orgasm a second time. It’s too much and I loosen my load deep within her. I replace the plug. She begins to pull away but I slap her ass and she remains in position.
               I give her a few minutes to recover, then I have her stand in a corner. The floor is bare concrete with a drain in the corner. I have arranged for two buckets – one of warm water, the other of soapy water – to be placed there. Then, each of the men who enjoyed her grabs a sponge and washes her body. I keep my hand on her neck so she knows I am with her. The men enjoy cleaning her, feeling her as they go, playing with her tits, her ass, her pussy. Once they finish I wave them away and they all leave us alone. I hold her and she buries her face in my neck, kissing me and whimpering.
               “You have made me very proud, Jade.”
               She looks up, smiles and kisses me. I reach down and squeeze her ass checks and she deepens her kiss. I know she is sore, tired, tender, yet she still responds to my touch. I pick up her dress and pull it over her head. I lead her out of the club and then take off her blindfold. She smiles at me, but still does not speak.
               “Tell me,” I say, “how do you feel?”
               She pauses and then says, “Accomplished. I was able to do all you asked of me despite my fears.”
               “And did you also find pleasure?”

               “Yes, my lord and master. I hold your cum inside of me. How could that not please me?”

Saturday, March 8, 2014


I am your world.
Without me, the earth crumbles
wiped out with an infusion of testosterone
and fear. 
Dominance only and a struggle of arrogance.

I am softness and possibilities
I am temperance and tolerance.

You may breathe in the sweetness of my atmosphere
And fill your lungs with lemon and patchouli and lavender and musk.
You may taste the quenching waters of my honeyed stream
And fill your cells with joyous refreshment.
You may scale my mound of Venus
And fill your spirit with strength and purpose.

I am the Gaia sent here to rejuvenate,
To nourish the minds and bodies of children,
To comfort and encourage the old,
To stimulate and motivate the static.
I am the giver of pleasure and retribution.
I am the provider of dreams and nightmares.
I am the holder of secrets and fears.
I am the hope of the desperate and needy.
I am Woman.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Dare you to take this and post the results.

BDSM Quix'

You Scored as SwitchUrban Dictionary: Switch- A person who facilitates between dominant and submissive roles within sexual relations.

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

Saturday, March 1, 2014

TPE - Total Power Exchange

The term TPE is often used in BDSM, but I have found that it is generally misunderstood. Total - complete. Power - control. Exchange - offering something of yours for something in return.

Most people, even those in the lifestyle, simply see this as the submissive giving control of his or her body over tho the dominant. While this is, in fact, true, this does not constitute an exchange, but rather a gift. The other side of the coin which is often overlooked is that the dominant also gives control to the submissive. (For simplicity's sake, I'm going to use the masculine as the dominant and the feminine as the submissive.)

Think of it this way. You are in an office. You are the Boss's right hand man. You present ideas to your boss. She has given you the control, the ability, the duty to come up with ideas and to institute them - but only based upon her
approval. The Boss says Yes or No. If the Boss says NO, then the idea is dropped. If the Boss says YES, run with it. You, the right hand man, now have control of the situation.

This, in essence, is a TPE. In actuality, the Boss is the submissive. She listens to the Dominant's ideas, schemes, plans, desires. He, then, has given her control of agreeing with his ideas or vetoing them. She has given him control of coming up with the ideas. Thus, an exchange of power.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Learning Domestic Discipline - Trust

I have asked for this. I have signed an agreement. We wrote the agreement together so I have no right to complain, therefore, being a practical, I won't. Today, I will begin my training as his Domesticated Wife. I don't work outside of my home since Mr. has a very good salary. We have no children, nor do we want any. Our marriage was becoming stagnant and Mr. was becoming more and more irritated with my crabby attitude, so he suggested this change. I read all the research on Domestic Discipline and I came up with a few adjustments, he came up with a few adjustments, and now here we are. The first day of "boot camp".

We are starting with Attitude Adjustment rather than physical discipline. That will come later in the week. For now, I need to learn that as his wife, my duty is not only to love him (which I have for most of my life!) but also to please him and trust him. His duty is to love me and provide for my safety, security and well-being. To begin this, He has taken away all of my clothing. He's locking it away in one of the three spare bedrooms (yes, we have a beautiful, big house). He has the key so there is no way I can get to anything. He has also installed a lock on his dressing room so I can't even get to his clothes! I am, basically, a modest woman and the idea of being totally nude even in my own home fills me with fear and humiliation. Still, I need to learn to trust his judgement. I am terrified that someone will see me - through a window, an unexpected visitor. I am also humiliated that I am nude and he is totally dressed. I want to hide, but this is all part of my training - a training I agreed to. I just didn't realize it would be so hard.

I begin to make bread, a regular Sunday activity. Mr. stands behind me and touches me. I want to push his hands away, but I don't. He presses my back and my boobs are now covered in flour. He touches me, runs his hands down my back. I'm panting. His fingers trail to my slit and he chuckles, feeling the wetness. He kisses the back of my neck and I moan. He dips his fingers into my honey and worries my clit. I close my eyes and explode into his hand. He laughs, slaps my bottom and whispers, "You've made me happy, Lisa."

For some reason, these words, more than the orgasm I just experienced, warms me and brings me pleasure.

"Keep this up and you'll be earning back your clothing in no time," he assures me. He snags a cookie from the jar and leaves me to finish kneading my bread.

I now understand why he took away my clothes. Perhaps enforced nudity isn't so bad after all.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Library Finds

I love libraries. Dark corners, tall shelves, treasures yet to be discovered. Words which meant everything to someone at some time in some place. A private message from the author of far away to me. Luckily, He is also a library lover. We meet at the local university often. I spend hours and hours there. Researching, reading, wandering the stacks.Still, I must be ready for him. He is a professor and I I am his. He knows where to find me. When he is teaching, I am here. When he finishes lectures, we play hide and seek. He finds me. Then, I show him I am ready for him. If he is pleased, he takes me to a secluded part of the three story library. A place where few, if any travel. I open for him. For his viewing, for his use, for his pleasure. Some days, he takes me. Hard. Fast. No words. He fills me, uses me then leaves. Other days, I simply flash for him. Sometimes, he takes his hand or belt and disciplines me if I am not properly attired or prepared for him. I am to wear a dress - always. stockings or bare legs, heels. I am not to wear panties unless specifically instructed to do so. I am large breasted, so a bra or some kind of support is often required. He prefers satin or silk or a tightly laced corset. He allows me the luxury of spending my days writing, reading, studying, researching. He asks little of me. I am please to give him what he desires. Most days.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Not Sexy - Sexy

Not sexy - a trip to they gyno for the annual spread and scrape.
Sexy - a clean bill of health

Not sexy - cleaning house
Sexy - having a partner to help clean the house in the nude.

Not sexy - going to the dentist
Sexy - a dazzling smile

Not sexy - nasty, cold, rainy days
Sexy - Rainy days with a partner

Not sexy - rudeness
Sexy - Manners

Not sexy - random cursing
Sexy - a strong vocabulary with a few harsh terms thrown in at just the right time

Not sexy - Dirt
Sexy - bodies covered in dirt with a mutual purpose

Saturday, February 8, 2014

It is Time for Discipline

No mercy. Just discipline. Like it or not. No wrong has been done, time time has still come.

You need it. I need it. Now, all that is left is for me to decide and you to endure.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Nudity is Underrated

Yes, it's cold out. I don't care. You are not going out anyway are you? No. I didn't think so. I've turned the heat up to 78 so you'll be fine. Take your clothes off. Do it now than come into the kitchen.

That's better. Now I'm going to lock the door to the bedroom so you can't go scurrying in there to retrieve any clothes. You have no choice but to remain nude until I unlock the door. Yes, I'm going to be nude as well. No more hiding behind clothes or make-up or anything. We are going to have a day, at least, of soul bearing nakedness. Yes, I know you're uncomfortable with your body, but you will become more comfortable as the day goes on. I think you're lovely.

Good. Now come over her. I want to touch you, smell you, look at you. That's it. you're relaxing now, smiling more. I love your smile. Let me massage your shoulders. Today, it's all about you and me and us. No more hiding.

I don't like my body anymore. I don't like being nude except in the dark or at least dimly lit room. The years and a desk job have not been kind to my backside. He, though, looks fabulous! Working at the gym as a personal trainer has certainly kept his body in perfect condition. But I promised that I'd let him call all the shots today. I had no idea he'd want me to remain naked all day long. My god I think even my toes are blushing.
Did his eyes really go that dark? He certainly is looking at me like I'm a delicious ham sandwich and he's a starving Christian. Maybe I'm not as unattractive as I thought. His hands feel so good on my shoulders. I feel the tension slipping out of me. Maybe he's right. Duh! Of course he's right. I should have trusted him. Nudity is underrated. 

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Spanking Day

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

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

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

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