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
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)
And for something a little more fun, a little less serious, and a bit more kinky. Yay, bruises! I’ve got a collection of little bruises from our play last night. Right thigh bruises from his punching. Left arm bruises and Continue reading Bruises and Stun Guns
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
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
A short post today. It’s been a busy week and I have more things still to do. What turns me on? I’ve posted about my fantasies. I’ve posted about my kinks. But what really turns me on? The simple things. Continue reading Turn Ons
I often think of this question in terms of the physical. What can he DO to turn me on? This is often the easy answer, the safe answer. It involves the surface of my being. Often it involves involuntary physical Continue reading What Turns You On?
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
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