Days of Discipline | Part 1

A submissive-dominant BDSM fantasy

The day dawned quietly, the soft early morning light peeking through the thick velvet curtains that helped close in the comfort of the night.

She rose as she always did before Him and slipped into her blue silk wrap, pulling it tight around her. The fullness of her breasts barely covered, as was the soft curve of her ass, the soft material skimming her flesh as she left the room.

She opened the door quietly so as not to disturb Him and walked down the stairs, her heart beating deep within her breast.

Today, she was to be disciplined. She was to learn her place within His life.

Today she was to take the slave stance and sit at His feet until He allowed her to move.

The children, if indeed you could call them children at 15 and 17 would be out at school and college from 8–30 in the morning until 3–30 in the afternoon and she was to be at His beck and call through those hours for the next three days and over that time her prime function was to serve Him as and when He saw fit.

They had lived a D/s lifestyle for a little over two years now and while He had total control over her and her life in the bedroom, He rarely exercised His right over her when the children were about so that she was…