Don't let a submissive torture herself…

Scratches on my ankles. A blister on my finger. Oozy itchy poison-something tracks on my arms and legs. Sunburned back and shoulders. Aching back. Sounds like a good time, eh?  Even when he’s away W can be the cause of so much torment–even when he doesn’t know it.

Don’t let a submissive torture herself…

Scratches on my ankles. A blister on my finger. Oozy itchy poison-something tracks on my arms and legs. Sunburned back and shoulders. Aching back. Sounds like a good time, eh?  Even when he’s away W can be the cause of so much torment–even when he doesn’t know it.

Mission: Accomplished

"Don't stop," the ex snarled. "Keep sucking his cock, you little whore. Keep sucking it till he comes!"

W is out of town with his OSO, spending time with her and attending a kink event.  I’m happy for him, but also…I miss him being here, in my town, just down the street from where I drive by on my way to work…knowing he is there and I could…

3-Hole Girl

And then, holding me down with one hand, he forced himself into my ass, ignoring my protests, ignoring my body's efforts to repel him, bent on taking every part of me, of making sure I would be thinking about him while he is gone.

HNT – Simple

W’s out of town and I’m feeling kind of low (more a result of subdrop than him being gone, since I only dropped him at the airport a few hours ago!) But still…fetishy just didn’t work for me today.

Struggling

I have another blog, my “real life” blog that I write mostly head-stuff in, thoughts that have to do with my daily life or with me, and who I am, as opposed to the graphic stories I share on here about sex and BDSM and submission.  And I struggle with…

Late HNT – Skewers, Chains and Shoes

I love this picture because it seems almost innocent…sexy heels, a bit of chain, obviously a relaxed moment, a lady of leisure curled up for a nap maybe… The reality is something far different…as skewers were pressed slowly, deliberately into the tender flesh in the arches of my feet… And…

A Girl and a Beating

My girl J came into town this weekend. Or I guess I should say “our girl.”  Because now there is an established relationship between her and A, a relationship that is theirs, as well as the relationship that exists between her and I, and the budding relationship between the three…

Not So Vanilla

Quote from a television show last night: “The cops ought to clamp a boot on your genitals.”  I found it hilarious–and oddly apropos.  Bootjack that cunt! (snort)  Anyway, that’s right, you read it here first: I watched TV last night. An unusual occurrence for me, but now, finally…I can see…