Phobia – an irrational, intense and persistent fear. I have three. Two have been tested recently. The third, needles, I am still working towards. Sparklers were used in the most recent scene. A snake was used some weeks ago. I Continue reading Facing My Fears
Last night was an wonderful scene. It started out as teaching a new person about how we flog. He dragged me up from kneeling by the hair and asked if this piece of meat would do. She agreed and I Continue reading Joy in Pain
Last week’s post marked one year exactly, of this blog being published. It also was the first post directly posted here. A lot has happened in a year, and I am working on pulling all my blog entries, journal entries, Continue reading One Year Ago
These last few weeks, I have not done justice to myself, my partners, or to you, my readers. Last week’s post was the best of the bunch, a description of a wonderful scene. But what has been going on? What’s Continue reading Reflection
With apologies for last week’s post, I was not in the writing frame of mind… He snapped his fingers with a smile, and my clothes came off. Shirt, shorts, shoes, socks. Piled neatly on the floor near the suspension ring, Continue reading Stun Gun, Crunches and a Dragon Tail
Do you want to do flogging or rope tonight? Sure, get me the rope. How much? 4, 8mm. 30s? Yes. Did you stretch? No…and I stretch while he explains to her why. Arms behind my back for a box tie. Continue reading Reconnected
Some months ago, I wanted to cry and I was ashamed of that desire. Not just cry, I wanted to be Made to cry. I wanted to be pushed so hard that tears came bursting forth in and uncontrollable fury. Continue reading It’s a Crying Shame
I saw the strap swinging out of the corner of my eye. I looked, was it really there? Was it really the suspension strap? Oh gods, please say yes. I rushed out to see them with the extension ladder, Continue reading Flying Again
I helped a couple friends create scenes this weekend, and participated slightly in other informal scenes. Mostly I wandered around watching, being the voyeur. The first night I did not play at all. I just blinked at people reaching out Continue reading Public Play, Part Two
Some days, I suffer to please him. Some days, his darkness needs fed. Even in that darkness, he needs reassurance. Needs to know that it isn’t driving me away. In that darkness, I know that he still loves me, that Continue reading Suffering