Electric feels like tiny prickles running all over the skin. It feels like a deep massage. It feels like sharp zaps. It feels like energy shared between two people. Fire feels like a flash of fear. It feels like a Continue reading What does it feel like?
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… A kitten without whiskers would be pretty creepy. But what are my favorite things? Rope wound around the body. Knots tied just out of reach. Fifteen foot high suspension points. Heavy canvas Continue reading My Favorite Things
She kneels beside him, head down, hands folded, eyes on his boots. Peace, calm, quiet. Protected. He speaks and his voice soothes. A hand strokes her hair – warm affection. He lifts her to her feet and kisses her forehead Continue reading Submission
The movie was putting her to sleep. She glanced at him, catching him mid-yawn. He grinned at her and she leaned over to kiss him. He slipped his hand into her hair, pulling her tightly against his mouth. She murmured Continue reading Foreplay
I want to be tied up so tightly, I cannot move. I want to feel the bite of the rope in my skin. I want it to be hemp – cotton and the blends are too soft – I want Continue reading “It's bondage for me, sweetheart. I've gotta feel secure.”
I have had scenes lately where there comes a decision point to call Red or surrender. The point when the pain and the fear has me in tears and I want nothing more than for it to stop. These Continue reading Surrender
Control. I look for control in my life, control of my life. In the day to day, there are lots of things out of my control. There are also things I am trying to take more control over: my career, Continue reading Control
She knelt on the floor, hands folded, head down, unmoving. The room was coming apart around her. The ropes fell to the ground, released from their hooks. The floggers and whips packed away in crates. The lights unstrung, lying lifeless. Continue reading A Closed Door
Society is obsessed with labeling things, and the community is no exception. Dom, sub, Master, slave, Top, bottom, switch and on and on into more and more specific terms. But do any of these words really describe who we are? Continue reading Labels
Fear play. Clothespins mean fear to me. A straitjacket and nipple clamps mean fear to me. Combining these with abandonment scenes means fear to me. I have heard people wonder if fear scenes are less effective if you know and Continue reading Fear