Tag: being owned
Working Girl
Today I am supposed to be a working girl, since last week I kind of took a pass on all things work related. Instead I am sitting here in my office, wearing a low-cut blouse, black pencil skirt and 5-inch heels, working a bit but also daydreaming, feeling like the…
The Smell of Sex
I wonder if men can smell when a woman’s been freshly fucked. Even after she’s had a shower and washed the sweat and come and pussy juice off herself. Or did I have a sign on my forehead as I wandered the grocery store aisles this afternoon, trying to concentrate…
Inappropriate Heels
This has been a rough week. I usually spend two to three nights with W, and this week, for various reasons beyond our control, that hasn’t happened. In addition, I’ve had some personal things go on that have dampened my usually high spirits, and W has been preoccupied with other…
His Girl
“I want you to stay here after it’s over,” he said. “I’ll want to get my girl back.” There are all sorts of aftercare. I usually tend to think in terms of my needs for it, as do most people; a bottom’s needs for some kind of care after an…
A Collection of Holes
Sometimes, a scene can get hotter in the remembering of it. I know, that sounds counter-intuitive, or maybe like it wasn’t hot in the doing of it, but that’s not exactly true. It’s…more complex than that. And less, in a weird way. I’m not really sure I can even verbalize…
Preparations
I got to work yesterday morning, opened my computer bag, and started unpacking everything onto my desk. Laptop, power cord, iPod attachment, bottle of lube, cellphone cord, work folder… Holy shit. Lube?? Lube! I’d forgotten that I had thrown it on top of everything in my computer bag on the…
Wank Wednesday – Default
“No,” I say. This is always my default. Odd for a submissive woman, right? But that’s the truth of it. “No, don’t make me do that.” “No, I don’t want to hurt.” “No, I don’t want to experience that.” But in the end, I always end up saying “yes.” And…
An Accounting
Oho, it’s about time, isn’t it? I blogged all month about W’s Task List and my successes and failures in completing them, and teased you with the notion of “penalties” to be paid for those failures, even keeping a running tally of my infractions…and then W gets back, and… Nothing.…
Task 15 – Public O – At Work
My fingers smell like pussy. Ripe, hot, pungent. The smell makes me smile, warms me with a feeling of satisfaction, of having done well. He had written: Task 15 – Due to popular demand. Have an orgasm in the following places: car, restaurant, public restroom, public sidewalk, store of your…
It doesn’t take much.
I’m having a day. Coming out of my self-imposed isolation, I guess, and starting to feel the need for BDSM. Every single time I am surprised at reaching the 8 or 10 or 12 day mark and realizing this is a need. A fucking need. Half in jest I asked…