"So," Micah began, "New Year, New Rules?" "I like that, at least new house rules. Can we keep the same five Winter rules since they just started?" "Sounds like a plan. I've written down my ideas, so while I'm downstairs fixing our dryer, why don't you read over them, adjust, then we'll discuss and agree in a few hours." Sophia gave Micah a hug, wished him luck on the eight-year-old dryer, and sat at the kitchen table, cup...

"Really? A concert!! I love concerts and I love Christmas music!" Sophia squealed and threw her arms around Micah's neck. He laughed, hugged her tightly, and said, "I know, love. Still," his voice dropped into a whisper, "I wouldn't want you to forget your place." Sophia pulled back and smiled up at him. "Tonight, you will be wearing a corset dress. It's perfectly vanilla, so you won't be raising any eyebrows out in publi...

“6:15. Be Ready.” I read the email from my administrative assistant, Evan. Evan might be my assistant during working hours, but he is also my dominant. Be Ready. That could mean a variety of things. We had a busy day filled with meetings ahead of us, so I knew it unlikely I’d have a chance to ask for clarification. Nonetheless, that niggling mix of excitement, worry, anticipation, and a tinge of fear lay just beneath the...

Even though I am Evan's boss at the office, he is still my dominant and has my full consent to set expectations, challenges, and sessions as he chooses. Naturally, I trust his professionalism completely, even at work. A perfect example would be last week. Evan has sent an expectations for me not to wear underwear without his permission. I agreed to this. Last week, I did not meet this expectation when I forgot to get his...

Daniel decided it was time for a beach day. Not any beach, but one at an exclusive adults only club. This club is open to and accepting of all lifestyles as long as everyone is A. an adult and B. consenting. It's actually located on a private island, out of easily viewing distance of the general public, so unless someone has binoculars and is actively snooping, it's completely discrete. All guests must be vetted before al...

It all started in the elevator. No. Not right. The car. Well, maybe before that even. When I called Evan into my office (yes, I am my dominant's boss), and told him that all of our customers had been served and I was now free for the next two days, he got that look in his eye. THAT was when it started! He nodded, asked if I would like to come to lunch with him, and held my coat for me. I locked up the office and off we we...

Sophia was pissed. So pissed, in fact, that she said to hell with her rules and willfully broke them all. What was she pissed about? She had no idea. Nonetheless, she was going to show Micah that she would do whatever she wanted. Deep down, she knew this was a bad idea, but once her mind was made up, there was no turning back. First, she gardened fully dressed EXCEPT for the hat, sunscreen, and bug spray - hence the sligh...

Even though I am Evan’s boss at the office, he is still my dominant and has my full consent to set expectations, challenges, and sessions as he chooses. Naturally, I trust his professionalism completely. A perfect example would be last week. Evan has set expectations for me not to wear underwear without his permission. Last week, I did not meet this expectation. Luckily, it was a quiet day at work and no one but the two o...

"Almost perfect." Almost? King had been attending to Wench's nipples for close to an hour. This didn't include the previous hour of lovemaking they had enjoyed. He had decided that he wanted her nipples to be quite, QUITE, prominent throughout the evening when he would be entertaining his best friend, Prince. Normally, Wench's nipples were rather dainty, something she really didn't like about them. King, however, had told...

Of course, it’s going to hurt. It wouldn’t be effective if it didn’t now, would it? Marla shook her head. She was forbidden to speak and wouldn’t dare make this day worse than it was proving to be. Of course, she was the one who had asked for this day, actually dared him to do this day. Bet you’d break before I did if you ever got the guts enough to give me a whole day of punishment! Lately, you've been all talk and no ac...

Sophia wiggled slightly, lying on the bed, her ass raised on pillows, awaiting Micah's return home. Today was Friday, which meant a maintenance spanking (Read chapter 20 for more of the Spring Rules). She sighed contentedly, pleased with her decision to live the BDSM lifestyle 24/7. Throughout the last few years, they'd gone from trying out the BDSM lifestyle a few times a week to living it continually, mainly because she...

Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, especially when she has that urge to be totally possessed by the man of her dreams. Omar had been ignoring me for weeks. Okay, he was really busy with work, but he promised to be my dominant and as such, he has a certain responsibility, right? I figured it was time to remind him of that. To begin, I packed a backpack with some of our favorite toys and supplies. Then, I carefu...

Spring has sprung and with it new rules, especially since both Micah and Sophia had become lax during the winter regarding their roles as Master and Sub. Therefore, they both agreed that it was time for an update to the rules and a stricter adherence to protocol. Sophia prepared a pot of tea and placed that, matching cups and a plate of cookies on the table. Micah brought a pad of paper and a pen. By the time the pot was...

Make no mistake. This is a punishment and as such, I will NOT enjoy it. (Even though I probably will!) However, as HE is the one punishing me, I will accept and even revel in it. What did I do to deserve this? Well now, that really doesn't matter, but trust me when I say, I DO deserve this. As with all Punishments, I begin naked. I've prepared for this by showering, shaving EVERYTHING, using an enema to make sure I'm clea...

I decided to take Mr. Mister lunch today. He works in a tall office building in the city, has a large office, floor-to-ceiling windows, a secretary, the works. I suppose I'm a typical, stay-at-home wife sans children. I love volunteer work and, since Mr. Mister has such a high profile job, I can devote my free time to helping others. Lately, though, He’s been complaining about spending too much money on lunches delivered,...