I’ve been naughty. We both know it, but you are waiting for me to confess. You are waiting for me to come to you, to admit I need your discipline and guidance in order to behave. To willingly accept my punishment. To ask for it. To give up the choice to even keep my failings a secret. And I do. I come in quietly and slip to my knees beside you, staring at the floor, barely able to whisper: “Sir?” “Yes.” “I need to tell you,” I start, then I shake my head, already failing at this too. “May I confess something to you?” I feel you shift towards me, your gaze and judgement bearing over me, but you… 続きを読む

You send a message “Be ready” I hurry to remove me clothes, run to the door, and kneel. My wrists crossed behind my back, legs spread wide and exposed, waiting in full view for anyone who might walk in. And you keep me there. Waiting. My nipples grow hard in the cold. My knees ache from the hard floor. But my cunt gets wetter the more I think about you coming to touch me. I can’t help squirming, trying to alleviate some of the ache I feel. But I stay kneeling, my legs agonizingly spread, my pussy untouched and wanting. Finally you come in. My head goes down immediately and I only see your sho… 続きを読む

I want a hard, painful, punishing whipping right on my pussy. I’d be so good. I’d spread my legs wide and hold them open. I’d ask you so sweetly to whip my pussy. Beg for you to punish me. Really push me. Really test how willing I am to submit to this. When you asked I’d spread my lips so you could see my swollen clit. I’d try so hard to stay still. Thank you for every stroke. Keep my hands still when the blows reached my clit. If I fail, lay the strokes on my breasts until I beg for it between my legs again.… 続きを読む

Before I touch myself I strip naked, kneel in the middle of the room, and place my hands behind my head. I wait like this. I wish you would open the door and find me like this. Waiting, ready, displayed and accessible. And so wanting. I can imagine the sound of your foot steps walking around me, looking at everything that is yours. I close my eyes and can imagine the toe of your shoe pressing into my thigh, stepping hard and then kicking. And I spread my thighs wider for you. Too wide. My legs stretch, my lips part without help. I can almost feel you squatting in front of me and flicking each… 続きを読む