A night of new toys…

'Humble.' One word from his perfect mouth and she is on her knees, head resting on forearms, ass on full display. The deep purple lights are slightly disorienting as the blood rushes to her head; maybe she should have taken that a little slower, but she's just too damn eager to please him. The lights … Continue reading A night of new toys…

I’m always so productive the day after a session…

The day after a session I am always so... productive. In the soft light of my bedroom the sun peeks through the purple blackout curtains and for once my eyelids don't fight to stay closed when my alarm starts singing. I let it play to the end of a Norse lullaby as I stand and … Continue reading I’m always so productive the day after a session…

Good Night. Good Girl.

"Don't stop... Please, don't stop", I beg. "Please don't stop, please don't stop." He mocks my plea, his voice pinched and forcefully high. "Please don't stop. Pathetic" he growls the last word, enunciating each syllable. My blood heats as he pushes and pulls and twists harder with every word. The sound of his mocking voice … Continue reading Good Night. Good Girl.

‘Collared’

(BDSM) A fitted braid of silver, A petite cluster of rings-(an illusion of Celtic remembrance),the glistening circle nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat.Innocent. Innocuous. Just a pretty necklace...to the unknowing eye. Take note of the clasp. Or lack thereof. The unique closure with no release. The simple hoop.Innocent?Innocuous? she is Collared.she is Owned.she … Continue reading ‘Collared’