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.
The Bradford Pear is a pretty rounded tree with fluffy white flowers that is found all over the United States. It looks nice, but in reality, it is a scourge. Its weak structure means that it’s branches break and crack, turning that pretty white puffball of a tree into a scarred monster, a broken thing…
The first time he tied me, he held my shoulders and spoke. He looked at me seriously as he did, and I listened carefully. He told me about safewords, when and how to use them. I knew about them before this, I read about safewords in ThatBookThatCannotBeNamed, but I never thought I would be one…
It’s lovely waking up on Saturdays, a slow and natural awakening, no screaming alarm suddenly and violently jerking me from dreams. The grey light of early morning creeps in the windows of our bedroom, slowly rousing me. My legs are tangled with his, and I can hear his steady breathing. He’s still asleep. I lay…
My husband fixes cars for his job, and he brings these home for me because I love them so much. They are pieces from headlights that help to magnify the light. They are all unique, some have tiny divots, some have spirals. I put them on our window sills to reflect the light and sky…