The Mason Jar

I have an issue with peeing. I hate to do it (and most times can’t) in front of people. The times that W has urinated on me, marking me, are both incredibly humiliating and incredibly hot, both because it is humiliating, and because it makes me feel so fucking owned. …

Tiger Woods in My Pussy

I know, I know, I said I wasn’t going to post this weekend. But ya’ll should know by now what an attention slut I am–I can’t stay away from here for long, especially if I have a story to tell! So we got in last night at 12AM.  Too late…

Mud Virgin

As a special treat, since I will likely be too busy to write much here in the next few days, I thought I’d leave you with a couple images and some notes from a weekend I blogged about a little bit here and here. This was the other part of…

Bondage Babe to Sunday-Afternoon-Mom in Five Minutes

Or, “Why Not to Let My Top Keep Track of the Time.” In his defense, he thought I said I had to be there at 4:15, not 4:00.  Still, standing in my slut dress in 4 inch heels, pressing myself as close to his body as I could manage and…

Perceptions

I enjoyed the other morning too, he says. Forcing you to take it. I enjoyed the mixture of sex and pain and brutality. Forcing you to fuck with panic and pain so close at hand. Making you go where you think you can’t. Sunday morning, after a rather brutal beating…

Anniversary Post

Today is, almost to the day, the one-year anniversary of the first time W and I met. And what a year it’s been! I started this blog soon after that auspicious beginning, and have chronicled our relationship and many of the things we have done in that time, right here.…

Obeying Instructions

I don’t often get instructions about tasks to perform or things to do during my day. Yesterday I got one though. The reasoning, to atone for my feeling of “badgirlness” for skipping work on Monday, was tongue-in-cheek, since he doesn’t do punishment (“I don’t need a reason to do bad…

The Mean Guy

I went over to his house after work, intending to pick up blackberries and my tit collars and a couple other things I had left over there after the long weekend, before heading back out for a run. Or, maybe that was what I had intended in the beginning, when…

Getting Hung

Suspensions are all about flying. Flying free of the bonds that hold us to the earth, flying within the bonds that both keep us safe while we are airborne and hold us there, butterflies captured for a brief moment. I’ve never actually been a big fan of watching a suspension.…

A caned butt is a happy butt

I left W’s this morning after about five hours sleep last night. We can’t seem to go to bed early to save our lives, even when I have to work in the morning. Or even if we do, we end up fooling around in that special way W has of…