Pee Stories

I have rules about peeing – I have to ask before doing so. Okay, it’s not actually “just” peeing, although I didn’t realize that until recently. We call it “pee permission,” but that is (apparently) for delicacy’s sake. It’s actually “bathroom permission.” But it’s hard enough to for me to…

Tease

Am I teasing him or is he teasing me? “May I touch myself, Sir?” Having to ask permission to masturbate is new (it used to be only for an orgasm.) l love it/hate it: it embarrasses me to have to announce when I am going to masturbate, and that embarrassment…

Fort Jade

After a week of being ill and mostly bedridden, I got out with the Kinky Hikers the other day. It was more a walk than a hike, not too long or terribly strenuous, but it was heaven to be outside in the brisk December morning, moving my body and enjoying…

Homecoming

This morning I sat on the edge of his bed and leaned over as he pulled my face toward him. I rubbed my face against the silky bulge of his cock inside his boxers, having missed this particular ritual while I was gone. Not only this, of course, but I…

Trying to Be Good

So yeah, it’s part of my rules that I have to post here three times a week. I posted once this week, but…didn’t again. I know, I deliberate a lot about this. But. Tonight it’s about wanting…things…and being denied them until I do what I’m supposed to do. Denial =…

Because He Said So

One of my weekly tasks is to post a blog post three times a week. Most times I get two in and then I find myself struggling to make time to write that last one – Thurs/Fri/Sat tends to be busy. Of course every week at the end I tell…

A Task and an Assist

The Hypnotist has given me a task to complete each day I am on vacation. Along with my usual requirement to request permission to pee, I have to have two orgasms a day for him, one before noon and one after. I can’t actually recall if it is part of…

A Little Fun

“Funishment,” or play punishment, is this week’s Kink of the Week. Surprisingly, I haven’t had much experience with play punishment in my kink relationships. “I don’t need a reason to beat you,” was W’s usual response to it. And as I mentioned here, I’ve never been one to play act,…

His Bitch

“Needy bitch,” he says, his voice low and gravelly in my ear. His knee is between my legs, his strong, muscled thigh hard against my cunt. He’s holding me against him with one long-fingered hand on my ass. The room is dark, the beginnings of daylight just a glow through…

New Rules

We’re playing by his rules now. I have a feeling that means we both win.