The night started out fairly normal. I’d asked to spend time bootblacking, and he’d even brought an extra pair of boots. He was wearing his new knee-high boots, still fresh and mostly clean. I I just did a basic saddle-soap Continue reading The Best Scene I Couldn’t Ask For
She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh. “Do you want it?” “Yes, Sir.” Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sir.” Crack, clit.
The rope hugs her body; wrap after wrap, holding her tight. Biting into her skin, teasing her nipples as he draws it across her breasts. He yanks her up by the crotch rope for a hungry kiss.
Itchy, twitchy, brain all messy. Linkin Park on the mind. It’s hot and work has been rough this week. Lots of heavy lifting and rearranging of entire sections of the store. I can’t get my brain to settle down to Continue reading Burn It Down (in my mind)
I asked to be tied up and tossed in a corner. I wanted to fight the rope. I wanted to sit and struggle and soak in it. So I asked him, and he said we’d see. The club can often Continue reading Tied Up and Tossed in a Corner
“Now for what I want.” “Yes, Sir.” She gripped the cross legs behind her thighs and grinned back at him. Crack Snap Crack. He landed a hit on each nipple and a teasing mid-air snap in front of her nose. Continue reading Round Two
This is a good week. With his help, I was able to follow him out of the swirling chaos and realize that’s just what it was. Chaos caused by going in circles and trying to throw everything together at once. Continue reading Happy, Peaceful, Content
Blackness. She tried to blink, but couldn’t. Coming more fully awake, she realized her head was covered in fabric. Tight. It wasn’t a headache, her head was tightly wrapped. Her ears hurt. Not badly, just a mild ache. Static. There Continue reading I Know What You Did Last Night
Nervous anticipation. We have Plans, it’ll be alright. We’ve gone shopping and have everything we need. Packing, checking, dressing, checking again. Don’t forget it at home! Go back, get the food out of the kitchen. Okay. I’m there. Need to Continue reading 1950s Monday
It started with a cage. A dog kennel set in the middle of the room. All lonely by itself until he ordered me into it. I crawled in, shut and latched the door behind me. The locks were there, but Continue reading Bondage, Electricity & Trust