This is an elaboration of my Sinful Sunday post, Upside Down Sixty Nine. Sunday’s are play days, with multiple hours set aside to have a long drawn out scene. Sundays are one of our favorite days of the week. I always want to know what the plan is. Is he going to tie me up…
We tried a gravity boot suspension today! After two orgasms from the wand, Sir knelt and was at the perfect height for an upside down blowjob, putting his face and mouth right in my favorite place. Happy Sunday!
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I have always been a fan of rules. As a child, I thrived off of following the rules, sticking to the plan, and keeping my own sense of order. I could never understand the unruliness of my little sisters, wild hellions who liked to run away from home, throw their toys all over the house…
There were people everywhere, and the loud beat of the music drowned out the hum of their voices. It wasn’t loud enough to cover the loud smacks of leather on flesh and the high pitch squeals that followed. My heart beat forcefully in my chest and I gripped his hand tighter as he steered me…
This story is largely based on our first night at Frolicon. Names have been changed to protect the Not-So-Innocent. Still riding on a high from our first public impact scene in the dungeon, we were not ready to call it a night. My ass was nicely warmed as well as my insides from a couple…
I’ve been a little absent this week, only writing one post for Masturbation Monday. I promise to get back to writing next week, but first I’m going to spend my weekend having some fun. We are going to our first major kink convention this weekend and I have been busy getting everything ready, cleaning and…
They tied my arms to a hook in the ceiling and spread my legs, tying each ankle to the wall on either side. I was naked and open to their sadistic gazes, tightly secured and yearning for their touch. “She’s actually dripping! Oh my gosh, what a little slut!” She laughed as she reached her…
Our local rope bite has a mascot. Colonel Socks is one more reason I love attending rope class! She’s always dropping by to say hello and get a scratch or take a nap in a spare ray of sunlight while we fly nearby.