Monday, 4 December 2017

SLAVE CAMP part II

SLAVE CAMP Part II

Six months had passed since I joined with Master. Six months of training. First came my Domestic Training, the house becoming my responsibility to keep clean and tidy. Food ordered, prepared, and cooked, washing and ironing done, even the gardening was mine to care for.

My first spanking had come from something simple. Master had shown me the panels on the roof, generating free electricity for the house, but I hadn’t listened carefully enough as he explained the limits of the panels, the amount of electricity generated being dependant on the sun. So when making Master’s breakfast, his tea and toast, I switch on the kettle and depressed the bread in the toaster at the same time.

I hadn’t even registered Master’s presence before my right nipple was grasped, pinched hard and pulled, leading me from the kitchen to the living room and over his knee. My second spanking was when, without thinking, I did the same thing ten days later. This resulted in a much firmer and longer spanking including the addition of the paddle. Another constant source of spanking was for leaving the lights on, something Master was quick to admonish and punish. My continued leaving of the hall light on became so vexing for Master, it eventually earned me the cane. A dozen stinging strips across my bottom. As much as I felt chastised and remorseful, I can also remember the feeling of euphoria as this truly was the Master I had been seeking, one who wouldn’t hesitate to discipline me when needed.

The second month was Humiliation training. This started simply with peeing in front of Master. Easy enough, I can recall smiling up at Master as I sat on the loo, her pee splashing into the bowl beneath me. I’ve peed many times with girlfriends within the cubicle, waiting their turn.

‘Open.’ 

That one command had my cheeks blushing as I parted my thighs wide, master dropping his gaze to watch my stream. Heat rushed through me, and my heart pounded, wishing I hadn’t drunk so much wine and water.

He stayed silent as I wiped my lips and stood.

‘Finished?’ he asked.

I nodded but felt an unease. I was missing something.

And was instantly grabbed by the hair, led over to the bath and bent over.

I remained there as the rasp of his belt, as it slid around his waist and into his hands, filled the room. The leather slapped across both cheeks, and I remember the sound was loud within the confines of the bathroom, the sting instant and painful. I know I was lifting my feet alternately off the ground as the heat and pain sunk into my bottom, despite my intention to take my punishment stoically. Twelve times, the belt landed across my bottom, Master alternating his standing position from my right to my left, to ensure an even delivery.

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Slave Camp by Lisa Simons -part one


My latest project - only just got started really but thought I would share it with those that check my blog.
SLAVE CAMP
 

Chapter One

My slave journey so far.
I have to admit I was nervous.
My ambitions and desires were coming true.

I had found a partner, a Master, someone who longed to live the lifestyle as I did, to live in his world, not mine, not some compromised version of our lives combined, but his world. His is a world well organized and I care for it with dedication, obedience, and love. I make sure he is not stressed or overworked, that his home life is peaceful and taken care of. He can relax in the knowledge that his meals will be made, his home will be cleaned, his needs will be attended too, by me, his slave.  
Finally, I feel like a fully functioning female, living a dream I have desired for many years.  My world happily revolves around and within his.
A car door slammed and my tummy flipped.

I peeked out of the window and saw several cars had pulled up, men and women getting out, straightening their clothes before making their way to the house.
The women were all dressed the same. Deep purple dresses with slits up both sides of the dress to the hip. My pussy lips tingled as I spied a thin chain running out of the slit of the dress of one woman, so thin it barely creased the material as it snaked out towards the man leading her, as he strode ahead confidently. My mind teased me with thoughts of clips biting cruelly into her labia or tugging a clit ring. Biting my bottom lip, a habit, and “tell” of my burgeoning arousal, I noticed several other women were similarly leashed as my eyes swept over the group. Two couples further back caught my eye as the approached. The men were walking behind the girls, and my pussy clenched tightly, a small exhale of breath, as their chains caught the light, slipping out from their dresses, back towards their Masters. I squeezed my anus tightly as I imagined the plugs those girls were wearing, wondering how big they were, had the girls made a fuss as they were pressed home, were there bottoms pink from a spanking, if so?

Turning, I quickly made my way down the stairs so I could greet the guests, the smooth silky material of my dress caressing my legs as I walked.
It was a surprising change, to be allowed to wear clothes, as I normally spend my days naked, and so many items of clothing too. My Master having surprised me with lingerie just a few hours ago. Purple to match the dress, knickers and bra (it had been ages since I have been allowed to wear one of those,  Master preferring my breast free and available, even when clothed), garter belt and stockings, black with a purple shimmer, over which a skin hugging dress of silk.  After a long hot bath, I did my hair and make-up, and then dressed. It was all quite the luxury and I feel wonderful and odd at the same time. I cannot explain it really. Almost as if I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, as the saying goes.

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Tuesday, 17 October 2017

TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES

TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES
 
OUT NOW on KINDLE and PAPERBACK

True Love Never Dies blends the hit TV show SMASH and the erotic sexual BDSM of the novel; Evilnezer.
Writer and Sex Club Owner, Lisa Simons spends her days and nights creating erotic imagery within her novels, but when she inherits The Old Abernathy Theatre, truth becomes stranger than fiction.
The once-beloved theatre fell into ruin following a deadly fire that took the lives of its long time proprietors. Now it’s Lisa’s job to breathe life into the crumbling structure and reclaim its rightful place in the theatre world. But as she plans to put on the first show since the fire, an encounter with Linda, an old school friend and unrequited love of Lisa’s turns her life upside down, and together they investigate the occurrences of that fateful night and the truth behind a much sought-after painting.

The Sister Servant Wife - A short Story

A SISTER SERVANT WIFE
 
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Thursday, 2 February 2017

Exciting Times

EXCITING TIMES
for the
Domestic Discipline Series of Books
 
Just before Christmas I saw my Paperback sales in a single month LEAP to the heady heights of four!
 
FOUR from the Discipline Desired /Traditional Values* series paperbacks sold.
(*Traditional Values is the retitled / poolside friendly version of Discipline Desired.)
 
I was buzzing
 
January - THREE more paperbacks were sold.
 
February - yes folks, just two days into the new month and
 
wait for it.
 
NINE more Paperbacks sold so far!
 
Kindle sales are still doing well and very welcome but there is something about selling an actual paperback that is THRILLING