To Command and Collar

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn't process the memories right. It stores everything-- sounds, pain, smells, feelings-- all mixed up. It doesn't matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

Have you gone crazy?" "Have you gone crazy, Master.

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

You're very lovely, gatita." Her brows pulled together, and she gave him a skeptical stare. "Do not look at your master as if he's an idiot.

You spanked me,” she told him. “I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?

the only thing men are fast at is sex.

If God wanted humans to eat vegetables, he wouldn’t have colored them green. Green things are moldy.

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.” Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

I can do anything if i want it enough.

That’s an awful lot of littles, don’t you think?” “Perhaps.” He displayed his hand. “Big.” He set hers next to his, so small and delicate contrasted with his thick, blunt fingers. Why did holding her fragile hand raise every protective instinct he had?

A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.

You’re so damn big,” she whispered. “Why, thank you cariño,” he said.

Slut. I’m a dirty- The sound of a hand hitting flesh was simultaneous with the shocking sting on her bottom. “Ow!” “You don’t think those nasty thoughts about my sumisita, Kimberly.

You have a piercing.” “So I do.” “Didn’t that hurt?” “A bit.

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.

If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.

That’s very nice. You may continue doing that.

Gabi glared. "If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?

A master like Raoul looks for a woman whose need to serve and submit matches his need to protect and take command.

Some people - and a high percentage of submissives - wanted clear-cut rules. Preferred their duties laid out, like schedules and lists.

If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?" ~ Gabi

Strength could be found in the determination to get where a person needed to go. In just keeping on.

That reminds me—I want you to start practicing the dances you learned. Show me one before bed tonight.” He nuzzled her hair and murmured, “If it is adequate, I will take you and please us both. If not, I’ll beat on you first for a while and then take you anyway.” She gave a sigh of utter content and leaned back on his chest. “Yes, Master.

It’s a corollary to Murphy’s law. If you’re not prepared, bad things will happen. If you are, nothing goes wrong.

pain can be erotic.” He pulled her against his chest, and she snuggled closer with a sigh of content. Just listening to him and being held was sheer heaven. “Or used to punish,” he continued. “But some people bottle up their feelings, their worries, fears, emotional pain. If they are physically hurt enough to make them cry, then sometimes the crying serves for the emotional pain as well. They can release it all.