I’ve been Sir M’s only trainee for nearly the first six months. He’s rejected many training requests from other submissives — often because he doesn’t think they’re serious, or they are looking for a boyfriend Dom. “I choose my trainees, they don’t ch[...]
Archive for the ‘Daisy’ Category
I’ve Been Bad
I’ve been bad. I deserve to be punished. So I lie in a dog’s cage naked, on my side with legs curled up, pondering my transgression. I’m wearing only the chain leash attached to my rhinestone-studded collar, and a thick blindfold. Sir M sits on the other side of the room in an off[...]
The Kiss of the Singletail Whip
Sir M laid down the floggers he’d just used on my back. I was blindfolded and chained up on the Saint Andrew’s cross. The sounds of chatter drifted in through the window but inside the purple room was fairly silent. I breathed deeply to prepare mentally and physically for the next round[...]
Collared
It’s official. I am under consideration by Sir M. I’m off the market (so to speak). I’ve been given more restrictions. I am under scrutiny. I will be held to a higher standard and Sir M will expect improvement. My interactions with other Doms will be particularly restricted. And I am [...]
Pain Therapy
I walked in the dungeon party and saw him sauntering behind a wild-haired girl who was restrained by wrists and ankles to a wood frame. She was lovely, with a curvy figure and a retro pin-up girl look. He studied his target and snapped a leather strap at her back and thighs with well-placed strikes[...]
More Cock Worship: 99% Enthusiasm, 1% Technique
A few years back I was reveling in debauchery. Divorced, 40-something, liberated and exploring my sluttiness. I was partying like a rock star with porn stars and beautiful people, but leading a successful double life as a mid-level executive in a conservative industry. One night of debauchery start[...]
He Sees Right Through Me
The last time I saw Sir M he asked me how things were going with me. I told him sheepishly that the night before I’d made a mistake. He had put me on abstinence from having any sex or orgasms at all for a week. I’d managed to stick to this for nearly the whole [...][...]
Plays Well With Others
A few weeks ago Sir M and I finished a scene at the dungeon and stayed in the main room to watch the other scenes in progress. He sat in a Gothic leather armchair while I sat on the floor to his left. My body was completely relaxed and my head rested on his thigh. [...][...]
DomCon Weekend
Last weekend I found myself in a room of eager submissives and Doms attending a workshop on pain management. This was part of DomCon LA — a four-day series of events that is the biggest and most well-organized annual BDSM convention in Los Angeles. The overall event is geared to Dominants, bo[...]
Ouch is Not a Safe Word
“Oouuuch! Noooo! I can’t take it! My butt’s too sore already! I hate that!” That’s what I typically yell out in my BDSM sessions with Sir M, as he increases the intensity of his play and pulls out nastier toys like the dreaded cane. “TOO BAD!” is what he will y[...]