Tag Archives: Whips
I Made Stuff and Things
No clear ideas, so, what’s been going on? Last night I made a 15ish foot piece of 8ish millimeter hemp rope, as well as four whip crackers – one thick yellow, and three thin pinks. It was craft night, and Continue reading I Made Stuff and Things
Modern Dungeon Quarterly Issue Four Available Now
The cover is finished. The edits are in. The PDF is uploaded. The index is posted. Are you ready for the best Modern Dungeon Quarterly issue yet? Featuring AIS Kink Labs and the AIS Mobile Dungeon. We have an article Continue reading Modern Dungeon Quarterly Issue Four Available Now
Curiosity
What am I curious about? Am I scared, intrigued, confused, aroused? Needle Play – scared. Needles make me hyperventilate and pass out. But I want to know what it feels like. I want to do it without panicing so badly. Continue reading Curiosity
Round Two
“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
Do You Want It?
“Do you want it?” “Yes, Sir.” She knelt before him, eyes on his boots. “Do you really want it?” “Yes, Sir.” She resisted the urge to look up at him, biting her lower lip to keep still. “I want you Continue reading Do You Want It?
Why Rope?
We are putting together a series of rope classes. I am very excited to be ordering another set of hemp ropes very soon. Just trying to find the right vendor. For the first class, the question all the presenters are Continue reading Why Rope?
What Turns You On?
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?
No Limits
I posted my limits list some time back. Recently, however, I asked him to take me into the darkness. Deep into it, past simple submission and into places where limits only get in the way. I had face slapping as Continue reading No Limits
Bruises, Stripes and Kisses
I am a girl. (Shocking, I know.) What I mean is, I was raised in a world where body image is highly valued and hard to come by. Very few girls grow up loving their bodies. Very few women don’t Continue reading Bruises, Stripes and Kisses
