Bratty Sub| Series
Secret Diary #1
Or not so secret — when Master finds his submissive’s diary he discovers her inner thoughts and reactions to their sexy play
I came across the diary at the bottom of the laundry basket, wrapped in a white pillowcase. It was designed to be overlooked, but the square shape was out of place amongst shirts and bedding waiting to be ironed. It was a hard-backed lined notebook available from any stationery store, its cover was black, its spine red. When I cracked it open I recognised her neat writing, its swirls and flicks crowded the pages. My curiosity was innocent for those first moments, seeing pages headed with different dates I knew it was a diary of sorts and that I was invading her privacy, but I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, letting my eyes roam over the pages, words jumped out at me ‘cunt’ ‘cock’ ‘slut’ ‘dirty’ ‘greedy’ and my name, ‘Sir’ was on every page. We have a D/s dynamic and I call her my little rabbit —because she wants sex all the time, every way I can think to dish it — she takes it, relishes it, begs for it (she can be quite demanding). I’m not complaining, I trained her that way, but rabbit was a fast learner.
Monday 5th March
Sir tied me up today, my arms…
