Hemp
What would you Do with 300 feet of hemp? Make a nest of it, probably. The smell of hemp makes me float. Heavy, earthy and sweet. I could curl up in a pile of it and be content for days. Continue reading Hemp
What would you Do with 300 feet of hemp? Make a nest of it, probably. The smell of hemp makes me float. Heavy, earthy and sweet. I could curl up in a pile of it and be content for days. Continue reading Hemp
“Sir? she called out, her voice wavering. “Sir, please Sir. Be careful, Sir.” Pain coursed through her body, the clamps were digging in, settling into her tender flesh. Nipples aching as they pressed and rubbed against the jacket with every Continue reading Rescue
“So, your white knight is coming to save you, is he?” He towered over her, pulling things out of his black leather bag. “Yes, sir.” She knelt, head down beside the bed. “Well, then, we must be creative, can’t have Continue reading Abandoned
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
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.”
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