No hands. That's the challenge for the day. I am not permitted to use my hands. No touching him (or myself). To make this a challenge in self control, Milord has also stated that he will not bind my hands. Mistake number one was rolling my eyes and moaning when he told me this. I … Continue reading Look! No Hands!!
This is my fault, I admit it. I brought this on myself. You see, I bed Sir that he would tire of me before I tired of him. I truly believed that he would run out of things to do to my body or that he would want to move on to one of his … Continue reading Called My Bluff
My Man and I decided to try something new. I've always hated the idea of a tat and he's loved it. So, we compromised. Henna. He took me to a professional henna artist, chose a design, and a place on my body for it. My Henna, like everything else, comes with rules. 1. No one … Continue reading Hands on Henna
Mister brought me tea this morning and I was thrilled. He rarely treats me to tea in bed! Then, I so them. Attached to the handles of the cups. The Clovers. I gasped, terrified. He just smiled and told me to drink my tea, which I did, aware of the chain connecting the two cups. … Continue reading Clover