June 2011
7 posts
dilemma
i am never quite sure if i need so much more or so much less self confidence in order to be submissive in a way that pleases Him..
the conflict rages always within me… and the more unstable my life is the more violent the conflict…
deep thoughts… inner turmoil…it’s no wonder i have nightmares
the scene..
Lying in bed with the vibrator sitting softly over my clit… not a lot of pressure.. not yet… letting it build with the story..
In trouble for not asking for permission to cum… being lectured for it…. what are the rules.. what am I supposed to say…
And the pressure from the vibrator grows more intense… until I feel the need arise..
Whimpers are easily heard in the room…
And then the word….....
“oral sex… i’d rather give than receive… fyi”
– phedre
the lesson..
she was laying on her stomach.. skirt pulled up to her waist.. panties on the floor beside the bed… a bright pink strip of rubber showing clearly between the reddened cheeks of her bottom…
she was in trouble… again..
she never seemed to know when to stop talking.. when to stop arguing actually.. she would get excited and just say whatever popped into her head.. even when...
details...
at the stroke of noon… she closed the door of her office and pulled her panties slowly down and off…
then.. reaching into the neck of her dress she pinched her left nipple with her right hand and said, “Thank you Sir, for giving me the attention I crave.”
She repeated the statement after pinching her right nipple with her left hand… both times until it hurt…
...
“thank you, Sir…for the gift… i’ll always think of you when i...”
– ~m~
“tasks completed, Sir”
– ~m~
May 2011
68 posts
“mary mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?…. he chose mary.....”
– phedre in the morning
“sometimes she is the wolf in sheep’s clothing….”
– phedre
more from the brothers
Robb was shocked.. he never in his wildest dreams would have imagined himself in a situation such as this one. What appeared to be an actual sex slave was kneeling in front of him.. waiting to do whatever he told her he wanted. No.. that couldn’t be right. He looked across the room to meet his brother’s eyes. In them he believed he read pride… and also challenge. Maybe Phedre wasn’t the only...
who's on top?
she crawled to Him.. naked.. crop held between her teeth… red curls draped about her lowered head and shoulders… like a panther coming upon its prey… she wanted Him..
dropping the crop at His feet she did not look up at His impressive form… did not seek out His eyes… but concentrated instead on the flesh in front of her.. her lips touched the tops of His feet … her tongue sneaking out like a...
“she craved the kiss of his belt on her backside as she did the touch of her lips...”
– phedre
the notebook
He told me i had to keep a notebook… and everytime i misbehaved i had to record it there… the offense… the date… and the number of strokes earned
within six months time He would come to me… and then there would be a reckoning of my sins… page by page… until i was clean again…
“dropping the crop at His feet she did not look up at His impressive form… did...”
– phedre #view from the bottom
“she crawled to Him.. naked.. crop held between her teeth… red curls draped...”
– phedre #view from the bottom
“while the cat’s away the brat will play…”
– phedre laughing
“serving a new Dom does not mean giving up your fantasies.. it just means you...”
– phedre
a question...
your brother has a slave… he has offered her to you with the only restriction that you do no serious bodily damage… and that whatever takes place must take place in front of him… do you fuck her? what else would you do?
the price of disobedience.. continues
Robb was shocked.. he never in his wildest dreams would have imagined himself in a situation such as this one. What appeared to be an actual sex slave was kneeling in front of him.. waiting to do whatever he told her he wanted. No.. that couldn’t be right. He looked across the room to meet his brother’s eyes. In them he believed he read pride… and also challenge. Maybe Phedre wasn’t the only...
“lesson in humiliation… lying quiet while your Dom directs the tech as she...”
– phedre dreams
the darkness of freedom
the longer a girl goes without direct control … without a firm and guiding hand on the back of her neck or the cheeks of her ass… the more her fantasies become dark.. almost sadistic in their theme and acts… she imagines herself being used and abused until tears flood her eyes at the thought… and the emptiness of finding it was only a dream evokes even darker images...
the price of disobedience.. finale
Robb thought he had witnessed it all …but this… this was beyond anything he might have imagined. His brother controlled this girl… her actions.. even her thoughts it seemed. The younger man was speechless. He had always known his brother had a way with women but this was something else… unbelievable. And the next words from his brother amazed him even more.
“Now I want my slave to make me more...
the price of disobedience.. part IV
Robb started right away. “You get spanked? Like a little kid?”
“Yes.” Her response was soft spoken as all of her responses had become. With each answer to Robb, Phedre’s acquiescence to DeLauney became deeper… more complete.
“And how does he do it? …spank you, I mean..”
Short silence… the struggle to answer honestly was written on her face. “um… it depends…. on what I‘ve done… and how he wants...
“a really accomplished sub should be able to tell her Dom to go to hell..have him...”
– phedre grinning
the price of disobedience.. part III
Her answer was barely audible. “I get spanked.” Her mortification was complete… or so she thought. Robb had already surmised her response by all that had occurred thus far and now he was consumed with questions.
DeLauney took this opportunity to sit back in his place on the couch.. relaxing with his ankle crossed over his knee, while his girl stood meekly ahead of him, sharing her most...
“allowed to touch myself.. but not allowed to cum.. hmm.. seems very much like...”
the price of disobedience.. part II
Phedre felt like her chest was going to explode… she really just wanted the floor to swallow her up… or that a miracle would make her invisible.. or simpler ..that she had just kept her mouth shut. But sometimes she couldn’t help it.. she liked to play with him.. she loved it when his eyes grew dark and he got that rich tenor to his voice. But never had it happened like this before.. never had...
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via lipsticksmiles)
the price of disobedience..
Phedre couldn’t keep her eyes from darting between her Master’s face to his brother’s seated form. She whimpered audibly. “Please.. please don’t make me do this.. I’m sorry.. I really am.. Can’t we just do this when we get back home? I won’t do it again. I promise.” One sentence spilling into another.. Phedre seemed about to lose it when DeLauney put his finger to her lips. She quieted...
“consider me a naive sex toy… but please consider me *smiles*”
– phedre blushing
“butt plugs? hmmmmm”
– phedre contemplating
“no panties today… because he said so… *smiles*”
– phedre
afterward..
no longer ranting she made her way shyly to his side… head bowed… eyes lowered… she felt small… a little afraid.. a little embarrassed… and ashamed of her harsh words. she thought back at the fierce woman who had spoken with such passion.. such heat in her voice… and she smiled a little.. but just a little.. because she also very much loved being the little...
“when thou doest begin to walk on water.. please inform this girl.. her...”
– phedre.. still ranting
“truly i am not the sub for all men… i have emotions… the full bloody...”
– phedre at the summit
“men.. and doms in particular can be exceedingly arrogant… it takes a great...”
– angry phedre
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“the best way to work off stress is sex… hard core… manhandled...”
– phedre
“fuck.. the world is black again..”
“two were called… only one answered…”
– phedre
“i very much want to touch myself right now… no panties all day has made me...”
– phedre
“i enjoy it when he takes what he wants… and when what he wants is me..”
– phedre
“my pleasure is indeed your pleasure…”
– phedre
“i don’t do gags.”
– phedre
“no more self pleasuring until i’m allowed once again.. hmm… we can...”
– phedre