The following depicts a fantasy involving consensual non consent. If this is triggering for you I suggest you do not read any further. She pulls into His drive excited and nervous as usual. What would He have planned for her today? A delicious spanking using His numerous tools? A session on the cross? A thorough … Continue reading Fantasy fulfilled 18+ #NSFW
It started with a text I sent him earlier in the day: Tonight it’s all about you. And you will cum. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Mmmm His reply? I don't want you to do it just because I was a baby last night. I am here to please you princess. Me: That’s not … Continue reading His sexy lesson in non reciprocal sex
I let him know tonight is about me using his body. For My pleasure only. He willingly gives it to me. I tie his wrists together using the double column tie recently taught to me by K, my Domme friend. I stand him up against the wall in just his boxer briefs, blindfold and tied … Continue reading Non reciprocal sex
It’s been just over a year since I learned about a little thing called D/s. A lot has happened over that year. With the husband, I went from sub to Domme. Overall, I evolved into the switch I am today, and who knows what is in store tomorrow or down the road. This time of … Continue reading Reminiscing: Could I serve again?
I’ve been denying my sayyid. Almost two weeks now. He’s been horny. And cranky. So I decided to give him some release today. But not how he wanted it (in the ass of course). Because of his crankiness he would cum how I wanted him to cum. Best to keep the sub happy. But still … Continue reading You will obey me, won’t you baby?
A year ago I was just browsing the Internet when I came across a site for married D/s couples. I had never heard of D/s before. I was intrigued and began to devour all I could on the subject. In doing so I came across some blogs here on WordPress. Submissy was one of the first, which … Continue reading Online relationships are real
The baskets that he was supposed to take downstairs are still there when I wake up this morning. The bag of dirty clothes still at the foot of the stairs waiting for him to bring them to the laundry as asked. This is day two or three. I don’t remember. I carry the baskets down … Continue reading His lesson