Kelsey wasn't sure if she was grateful for Danny's presence or not, but that did not stop her from squeezing his hand as tightly as she could as she watched the elevator display slowly count upwards. All too soon it reached 14. The doors opened and he lead her out without so much as a … Continue reading The Witness
She must be old enough to know that standing on chairs is not safe. Particularly when one is already about to be punished, this is just like begging for a demonstration of other, more stable ways to use chairs when under duress.
I am submissive, but I have no fear of making decisions. I quite like being in charge actually. Provided there are boundaries. And clear goals. I'd rather have to decide how to execute someone else's vision, than set the course, but that's a different topic. It's not so much the subservience that attracts me to … Continue reading Hierarchy
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