I'm actually IN the play this year!! I play Phebe, a shepherdess, in "As You Like It." Lord and I are so excited, but just because I'll be on stage and in costume doesn't mean I can shelve my Expectation. One of those Expectations was no undergarments unless approved by Lord.

As it happens, the costumer is a friend of Lord's, so when I requested a private fitting, she giggled and agreed. She and Lord decided that my garments would be as authentic as possible - meaning no underclothing. My corset would be tight but not so tight that I wouldn't be able to move about the stage as needed for the role. Lord suggested we add a wide leather belt. Marcy agreed.

Getting ready for each performance begins about an hour and a half before my required arrival time. First, I shower, do my hair and make-up, and present myself to Lord. Marcy and the director have allowed all the actors to dress either at home or in the trailer set aside for us. I dress at home.

Once Lord approves of my make-up and hair, I climb onto the bed, hips and ass raised by the wedge pillow, my chin on my hands. Because of the make-up, I can't lean my head on the white pillowcases or sheet. Lord climbs between my legs and slowly enters my puss. I absolutely adore when he goes slowly. I feel every bit of him. I squeeze my muscles and enjoy hearing his moan of pleasure. He makes love to me, allowing me to come as I will, but warning that any damage to my stage-ready face will be punished.

This is SO FREAKING HARD!! I can't rub my face against the sheets. I can't toss my head around. I can, and do, come about a million times. The restriction adds to the glory of his touch, causing great waves of pleasure inside my body. I need to stay in the moment, so I don't mess up my face, which prevents me from floating away to subland! I feel and am aware of every nuance of movement, touch, and sound. My senses are alive.

Lord takes his time, savoring the moment as well. In and out he plunges, gently taking all that I have to give. Finally, even his control snaps and he fills my pussy with his cum. I'm going to be feeling this cum all night, even on stage. As I won't be wearing underwear, he will slowly drip down my thighs, dry, and turn into a chalky film. It's intoxicating.

Next, he uses my costume's belt on my ass. Not too hard - no tears are allowed. Just hard enough to leave my ass a heated rose. I'll feel this heat for hours. Once he is satisfied with my cheeks, he helps me to dress, tightening the corset and wrapping the belt around my waist. He likes to use that belt (and so do I) because the leather is soft, and since I wear it on stage, it's a reminder that no matter where I am or what I am doing, I'm his.

If, however, like last night, I manage to muss my make-up, the belting takes a different turn. He left three welts on my skin. He also added a large butt plug to my costume. I went through the whole performance thus, which kept me uber aware of my body and, according to the director, I gave the best performance of the season.

I shared this information with Lord, who laughed and told me that we'd prepare like we normally did, then ask the director which performance was better. Depending on his answer, we may continue with at least the plug for performances.

I have to admit, I'm in a state of trying to decide if I want to give it my all tonight (which the audience deserves) or have a few minor missteps (which the audience will not be aware of). Yes, I'm a naughty thing sometimes, but what's the fun of having a strict dominant if you can't be a brat every now and again!!

As expected, the director, Lord, and I all agreed. My performance the night before was slightly better. That settled it. For the final five performances, Lord added a sound belting before I did my hair and makeup, leaving me with slightly raised welts. After filling my thirsty pussy with his cum, he added a plug to my ass, sometimes incorporating a few drops of ginger paste to the lubrication.

I totally ROCKED every one of my performances. I was cold. I was haughty. I was sexy. I was flirty. I was everything Phebe was supposed to be. When I performed my final curtain call, the audience rose to its feet. I was humbled and grateful.

Lord and I offered to host the final cast party at our estate. One of the other actors came to me when I was standing next to Lord and asked, "So, what's your secret? You knocked it out of the park all season, but these last few performances were award winning!"

I opened my mouth to say something, then Lord squeezed my hand. He answered, with a sly look at the director, "Would you like to see how Glenda prepares every night?"

I blushed furiously, yet my nipples hardened, and my labia softened.

"Yes, I would!" the actor eagerly answered.

Lord held out his hand. At this point, I could have demurred. I didn't. I placed my hand in Lord's. He led me to the dining room table where he gently placed a hand on my shoulder. I bent over the table.

Our guests gasped, some in confusion, others in appreciation, as Lord flipped up the skirt of my pretty blue sundress. I knew what they were seeing: faded lines from my earlier belting, dried cum stains on my thighs, the jeweled base to my plug, and fresh moisture glistening on my labia. I wanted to die of shame, but at the same time couldn't have been more proud or excited.

Lord ran his hand over my lines and explained the process and reason for my nightly belting. He then spread my lady lips, noting how wet I now was. He tapped my plug and explained how that 'tool' kept me focused. Because he hadn't permitted me to stand up again, I remained in place, allowing our guests to ooh and aah at the effectiveness of my preparations.

Once the last guest had left, Lord returned to me. He murmured just how proud he was of me. How lovely I was. How much he wanted me. He said all of this while slowly easing the plug from my body. Once I was empty, I whimpered, immediately feeling the loss and wanting to be full again.

Lord chuckled and whispered, "Not to worry, my sweet Phebe."

He pressed the tip of his cock against my well-stretched hole and steadily pressed until he was fully seated inside of me. My ass was often filled, but rarely with him. I was in heaven. He leaned over me and whispered, "You are incredible. And. You. Are. Mine."

"YES!" I squealed as he began to fuck me in earnest.

I never wanted this to stop. His praise. His ownership. His cock. This. This was my life. This was my Love. This was my glory!

Stars exploded and time stopped. One thought played through my mind: I am his. I am his. I AM HIS!!