Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

She Had Forgotten

She had forgotten her place and needed an immediate reminder.

They were going about their morning. Breakfast was finished, the last of the coffee had been drunk and Amelia had settled in at the computer to undertake paying the monthly bills. She was working through them diligently, one by one, when Sir approached her from behind. He placed a firm hand at the back of her neck and leaned in to claim a kiss. Amelia, still distracted by the numbers on the screen, absentmindedly turned her head, only offering a glancing cheek. Sir’s grip tightened and he firmly snatched her chin and whipped her head to face him.

“You WILL acknowledge me when I come to take what is MINE,” he growled as he leaned in for another attempt at her mouth.

Amelia gave a quick peck and tried to return to the task at hand, not thinking about her tone when she snappily replied, “I am busy. I have things to finish, so can’t you wait for 10 more minutes?” The next thing she knew, Sir had grasped her by the hair and yanked her from her seat at the computer. Breathless and in pain, Amelia pleaded, “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sir, that REALLY HURTS! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Sir didn’t hesitate for even a second as he continued to drag her whimpering body down the hallway, towards the Master bedroom. “You have forgotten who you belong to, Bitch. It’s time I remind you,” he pronounced through clenched teeth, as he launched her into the Master shower.

She stood there, stunned, watching as he undressed himself. She knew he was right. She had been sassy, bratty and inattentive to Sir for a few days. When he was finished shedding his clothes, he reached in and turned on the water. The iciness of the water made her gasp and retreat to the furthest corner seeking refuge from the cold. Sir grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back into the torrent of frigid water. With one forceful grasp, he ripped the nightgown from her neck, dropping the soaked pieces onto the tile floor. He quickly adjusted the water, which had turned to an almost scalding temperature, as he stepped into the shower, closing the glass door.

Grasping the back of her neck with an unmovable hold, he shoved downward and forced her to her knees, pushing her head into the hard corner of the marble shower. “Now you will KNOW I OWN YOU!” ushered from his clenched mouth as he began to coat her in his golden shower. She could feel the hot liquid being released upon her naked back and running over her shoulders, escaping via her hardening nipples.

The instant he had finished, he whipped her off balance as he turned her to face him. Still on her aching knees, he used his free hand to pry her mouth fully open and thrust his hardening cock into her awaiting throat. He pounded, thrust after thrust, into her willing mouth as her tongue caressed, licked and stroked his cock in the exact way she knew pleased him most. In this heightened state of force and Dominance, it didn’t take long before Sir released his entire load upon her face and down her throat. When his body ceased its jerking and quaking, he tilted her head back and ordered her to open her mouth as he allowed the water flowing down his softening cock to pour into her mouth. He ordered, “Drink!”

He pushed her down so her face and arms were now level with her knees on the shower floor. In a softer but still Dominant voice, he instructed, “You are not to move until I have finished my shower. When I am done, and have left the shower, then and only then, you may stand and clean yourself. Will you remember who you belong to now, my pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” came her answer from the floor through the pounding water.

Sir then began to lather himself. First his torso, arms and face, and then his head. As he rinsed, he let the hot, soap-laden water run off of him and onto the arched back of his kneeling Amelia. Through the steam and hissing of the water, he could see her breathing become level and steady, and thought he could almost see her quiver slightly at the intense sensation of the soapy water rinsing her clean.

She remained calmly in her given position, until Sir had exited the shower. She then slowly raised up on her knees, which ached and burned from the bruising of the marble floor. Using the small ledge as a handhold, and mustering all her strength, she arose to her feet and began to cleanse herself. As she finished her shower, a grand smile spread across her face. Yes, she had been a very bad submissive, but Sir cared for her enough to teach, punish and remind her of her place, at his feet, serving his needs and desires. She left the shower feeling the tingle of happiness in her core, and the pleasure of being very, very focused again.


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23 thoughts on “She Had Forgotten

  1. I love this and can so relate. I get busy sometimes…mistakenly slip into thinking I have higher priorities than Sir. And then He pulls me back,
    Delightfully and rightfully so.

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  2. Mr Modigliani on said:

    Love this so much

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  3. Wowza. What a picture.

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  4. BallsyBilly on said:

    Marking his sub and reminding her of her role. That was hot. subs sometimes remiss but truthfully so do Doms.
    Great stuff as usual A

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    • Thank you Sir. We are all human, so we all fall short sometimes. As long as we continue to try, and with a gentle hand to remind us, we will continue to do better and better. (OK, sometimes that gentle hand needs to force us to the floor and whip our ass so we will remember, but I like that too!) 🙂

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  5. Truly loved. 💜

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  6. subspeak on said:

    As always, your writing is amazing 🙂 Is this something that actually happened, on the lines of past experience or fantasy? Either way, I understand the freedom felt each time MJ reminds me who owns who (I totally own him of course haha)

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    • Well, I have decided not to confirm or deny anything I write in my Fact and/or Fiction Category. I will tell you that there are both in this story. Some actually happened in real life and some actually happened in my twisted imagination. It is up to you to decide which parts you want that to be. 🙂
      Thank you for your generous complement. I can’t help but blush at your words. And, I never had ANY doubt that you TOTALLY had ownership of him. 😉

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      • subspeak on said:

        That’s so unfair, now I’m left wondering! I’ve decided that everything was real except that I think you were doing something more exciting then monthly bills as they’re just boring and any little thing would distract you haha
        I only say what I think and I think your writings are amazing 🙂
        Also isn’t that always the way it is? We submissives just let our big bad Doms think that they rule the roost so they don’t get moody? 😛

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      • Yes! Stroking their egos can be exhausting, but so can their temper tantrums. (Oops! I hope I don’t get in trouble for that one. Or wait, maybe I do.) 🙂


      • Professor Wild on said:

        Yes, I do believe Miss Amelia likes to get into trouble. Either that, or trouble seems to have an uncanny knack for finding her. 🙂

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      • Yes, Sir. It does seem to find me regularly. I guess I am just unlucky that way. 😉

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  7. iamruled on said:

    I forgot my role, my master reminded me and know I now I won’t forget again. Thank you for this writing I needed to read this

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  8. I’ll try to articulate my thoughts and I hope you don’t mind my interrogation. I admire your writing and how you bring everything in such a vivid way. I could see this. Which is where it gets bothering for me. No it’s not the right word. Intriguing is more accurate.
    I asked someone else before and they gave some insights but maybe you can also explain this to me. If you don’t mind. What is it about humiliation that turns on Amelia (you?)? And why should your Dom come first always and ever?
    I’m extremely ignorant and truly trying to understand. I realize I have prejudices (maybe fear of what I feel sometimes) – mostly I guess because of my education and almost 2 decades worth of sex shaming due to one bad experience – but I’m genuinely interested in understanding. I don’t want to hijack your blog though so thank you in advance for your time. 🙂

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    • I am so overwhelmed by your comment. I don’t mean overwhelmed in a bad way, more of a thought provoking, look deep into myself kind of way. I am ABSOLUTELY NOT trying to short answer your questions. I want to give your inquiries the attention and details that I think they require. So, I am working on a new post that I hope will make things a little clearer for you and maybe even help find some answers for myself. Please, always feel free to comment, question, inquire, disagree and laugh on my blog, if a post moves you to do such. 🙂

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    • I have tried to answer your questions to the best of my ability under the new post “Why I Choose This Life.” I hope this helps. Please ask any additional questions you might have.


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