Oh, right! That's why I've been hanging on to that bottle of white-out.
*** For T- It's the dream that matters. *** “It's not real. It's not real,” Alice repeated to herself as she tried to relax. The dream machine whirred gently around her. Although the noise was supposedly designed to lull her off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel confined and agitated in the small pod. … Continue reading The Dream Factory
She hated having to sit here. Just sitting and waiting, knowing that any minute he woud come in and they would begin. His calmness might have been reassuring, but usually just served to underscore her own anxiety. He would speak gently and pointedly. She would try to disappear, to mentally be somewhere else, but then … Continue reading The Scolding Chair
Never tell a man that with a simple look he has power to make you stop what you are doing immediately and get very still and squirmy. No matter how good, kind and noble he may seem, no man deserves to wield that kind of power. He will likely abuse it when you're having a … Continue reading The Look
Seriously. A girl can hardly be expected to keep her panties around her ankles throughout a spanking without kicking them across the room, much less endure such attention attired in this manner. It just seems like asking for trouble. Perhaps that's the point?
Her: "Honey, can't we do this some other day? I really don't have time." Him: "I know you don't have any time; that is precisely why I need a bit of your time." Her: "That doesn't make any sense. Why do you never make sense when I already have too much going on to make … Continue reading The Madness Behind the Method