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 …

The thing about writing is…

The thing about writing is....It's fucking hard! I have a million things to say; but allowing myself to put them on paper is a most difficult thing. The majority of what I want to say and want to share with the world are at least rooted in my own true tales. The stories of every …

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 …

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 …

Take it

You're toying around on your phone when he comes in from his shower. Laying on your stomach facing away from him, your naked body exposed. He greets you, and you 'hmm' in response. Silence. Then the sound of a drawer being opened. No rustling of clothes. CRACK!The sound registers in your ears before the sting …

Sub Space

They say it over and over- You just seem so independent. (You never ask for help)You're a strong woman.(You're maybe a little cold) But you're such a control freak.(Everything has to be done your way)Why would you let a man treat you that way?(Why do you like being bound, beaten, and degraded like that?) They're …

‘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 …