Chores done. Dressed and ready. He comes home, quick chat about the day and the state of things. The fly swatter is already out as he grabs a snack. Popping sparks. Toy backs away and is called forward, she still Continue reading Second Monday
Tonight is Rope, maybe even suspension. We arrive on time, head in and start cleaning. Check list complete, change clothes and cuddle up to talk and wait. He is home, a couple minutes to spare. We have a short talk Continue reading First Monday
Toy and I went shopping, new shiny things for the club. We want to surprise him, make him smile and so we shop with him in mind. Nervous and giggling, we buy new tops. I get a waterproof vibrator, too. Continue reading Cuffs, Clamps & Ice
My mind is full and swirling this week. I thought I had about five different topics to write about, but in just a few seconds of brainstorming on the page, I came up with ten. Discussions this week have ranged Continue reading New Toy, Rushing River and a Solid Bridge
To start the New Year, I am going to attempt the meme: 30 Days of Kink. This is Day One, that I wrote as a guest post for Insatiable Desire. Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give Continue reading Day One – Define Your Kinky Self
“Do you want to go a round?” “Yes.” He had the jute in his hand and on his belt. He let me smell it, natural smell – not hemp, but not synthetic or horses, either. Holding it, he looked me Continue reading Jute, Nipple Clamps & Tears
I have had fantasies about someone hiding under my bed and jumping me or catching me coming naked out of the shower since I hit puberty. I don’t go for the full on beat the crap out of me type Continue reading Consensual Non-Consent
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
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