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
Ritual: Any practice or pattern of behavior regularly performed in a set manner. This week, I was asked to create a purging ritual that accepts the scene for what it was to myself as object and free myself as girlfriend Continue reading Ritual
He asked how I wanted to be conditioned when I was already kneeling at his feet. I told him that kneeling was special to me. I thought I had given him clues to that before, but I had never told Continue reading Kneel and Reflect
I am discovering a level of submission within myself that I had only read or dreamed about before. I have, almost since the day I met him, had submissive inclinations and attitudes towards him. Over time, my other partners have Continue reading Only True in Fairy Tales
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
She knelt on the bearskin rug on the hearth, hands on her thighs, hair falling down around her lowered face. The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange glow over her pale skin. He stood with his hand on the Continue reading Journey to Submission, Part 1
—– Bullet —– She felt his hand in her pocket, turning up he dial as she lined up her next shot. Her breath quickened as the little bullet sprang to life in her panties. She barely noticed that her shot Continue reading Erotic Shorts
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 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