I’ve never wanted to be leashed. It’s on my Soft No list – something I MIGHT try, but with no guarantee I’ll want to continue with it. Somehow, even though in true BDSM fashion, I know the sub is leashed only with her or his consent, it just seemed demeaning to me. Nonetheless, Ard Ri’ requested that we try one evening – at home with just the two of us – a naked/leashing experiment. I trust him implicitly, so I agreed, kn...

Aoife sat quietly on the side of the bed, one small foot in Kieran's hand. She watched, fascinated, as he expertly wrapped and wove the soft rope around her left foot. He had already completed the right, leaving about two feet of rope between her feet. "While I finish, tell me again the rules for today," he stated quietly. Aoife rolled her eyes before she could stop herself and began. "The 'shoes' you are creating for me...

Leap Day comes around only once every four years. One tradition associated with this rare day is that women are allowed to propose to men. Naturally, the tradition began long before women's empowerment, but as a submissive wife, I thought I'd follow this with certain enticing twists. First, I sent Sir a text explaining my idea and asking his permission to go forward. He immediately agreed. With that go-ahead, I began by s...

Sophia opened the box Milord sent to her. It came with a note: STRIP OUT OF YOUR CLOTHING, ATTACH THIS GIFT APPROPRIATELY, PUT ON AN APPROPRIATE DRESS AND SHOES. MEET ME AT OUR FAVORITE RESTAURANT AT 630. She blinked. Several questions popped into her mind. Was he serious?? (Of course he was!) Which favorite restaurant? Giggling, Sophia decided that since he'd said a DRESS and since it was evening, he probably meant Clear...

Rule: All clothing will be removed while at home. Even when outside, no clothing other than shoes and a sun hat will be worn. Asking to wear clothing is forbidden. Only Milord can decide to allow clothing. Updated Rule: All clothing will be removed while in the house. Milord has set the daytime temp at seventy-five and nighttime at sixty-five. When going outside into the yard, boots, a coat, gloves, and a hat may be worn...

"But why can't we just stay home, cook a simple meal, and, you know, celebrate in our own way," Sophia whined. "Look, we've been over this, Soph. My family is expecting us and I will not disappoint them," Micah explained for the fifteenth time. "I'm tired of the complaining. We both accepted my mom's invitation over a month ago, so we are going and that's final." Sophia rolled her eyes and huffed before spitting out, "FIN...

"You wanted this, so don’t start bitching now, you brat,” T stated. He was right. I had nagged and nagged at him to pay more attention to me, so now that he was, I couldn’t very well complain. Besides, where would be the fun in complaining when this was absolutely what I wanted, at least I hoped it was. “How many is that?” “Seven,” I gasped. I was tied, spread eagle, to the bed as I had been for an hour. During that time,...

"That sneaky, strict, sexy man! He set me up. He totally set me up," Sophia thought. When Sophia's friend, Julia, asked if she would like to grab dinner for a Girls' Night Out, she immediately said yes. She hadn't seen Julia in a few weeks and desperately wanted a night out with her friend. Micah, she knew, wouldn't mind a bit. He never set rules for which friends Sophia can see or when. He only asked to be informed - whi...

“Bend over,” Mitch said quietly. Joanne looked at him, wide-eyed, and obeyed. She bent at the waist, back flat, hands on her knees. He flipped her skirt over her hips and ran a hand down her bare bottom and thighs. She knew better than to wear panties, which pleased him. Nonetheless, it was time, Mitch thought, to make sure she remembered to whom she belonged. “Count for me, but do not break position. We’ll be out all day...

First, I’m not a big fan of camping, at least not when we first arrive at the campsite. It takes me a day or so to get into the spirit of it. Until then, I'm whiny, crabby, and bratty. I appreciate that our campsite is on some we own, decorated by nature with a plethora of trees, a spring-fed creek, soft grass, wild berry bushes, and wildlife; we are the only people there. Nonetheless, I complain about absolutely everythi...

"Really, it's my own fault," Sophia thought. "I told Him that I would not, simply would not wear a collar in public. Not tonight, not any night. No. That collar was for us privately. I was not His 24/7 submissive. I had agreed to be his 24/2 1/2 submissive. From Friday after work until Monday morning, I was his collared girl, but from Monday to Friday, I was my own person." Nonetheless, Sophia balked even though this was...

I'm in training. I have chosen to be in training. I have asked Oliver to enforce strict disciple and he has, happily, agreed. Today was an example. We were driving along - Oliver enjoys driving - and suddenly we stopped. We were on a deserted country road and he told me to get out of the car. I questioned him and he gave me THAT look. The look that says don't question me. The look that says he is about to instill discipli...

1. Since it’s summer – no pants or shorts – only skirts or dresses. 2. No panties can be worn at any time, with the exception of a bikini bottom if we are in public. 3. A bra may be worn only with permission. 4. Each morning and night, S will have a cock in my mouth – either Milord’s or someone of his choosing. 5. When exercising, S will be in the nude. 6. S will keep her pussy will be clean shaven at all times. 7. S will...

I am, by nature, a modest person. I am also, by nature, continuously horny and submissive. Luckily, Stone knows this and entirely approves. To the outside world, we are the most boring, vanilla, basic couple. However, inside our home is an entirely different story. Beneath my modest clothing of knee-length skirts and crew-necked sweaters, hides even more secrets known only to us. During a seemingly innocuous conversation,...

J and I have been at this resort for four days now. I had no idea that I could live for so long in subspace. Naturally, I wasn’t there 24/7, but at least eight to ten hours a day, I was there. I’ve never been so well used, displayed, caressed, or happy in my life. This morning, J decreed that the theme of the day is “All About that Bass.” In fact, he had the song playing when I stepped out of the shower. “How are you feel...