Earlier this week I wrote my Kink of the Week piece about crawling however when I stumbled across this image on my computer I realised that I had missed something out of that post about crawling around being dirty, not in the suggestive sense of that word but the literal sense. Crawling around in the…
“You know that is not a Safeword right?” I can hear the grin in his voice as he whispers those words into my ear. Despite the fact that my bum literally throbs from the various implements he has just used on it I still find myself having to bite back a smart arse response “No…
The first set of cuffs we had got thrown in the bin after the stitching which held the loop for the carabineers tore. They were replaced with a much better set that was better suited to the job of restraining me while I struggled. Whenever he puts any type of restraint on me, be it…
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~ Henry David Thoreau And what do you see? Summer, warmth, flowers, delicate and pretty, a sea of yellow blooms, and in the midst of it Something dark and sinister. Something so out-of-place that it is wrong and right all at the same…
The room is oddly homely, with a comfortable bed, a soft light emanating from a pretty lamp in the corner. There is a large armchair with extra cushions, a soft red blanket that matches the colour of the rug. There is even a kettle with tea, coffee and mini fridge with milk and chocolate in…
This piece, written for the Kink of the Week prompt; Brutalism/concrete, turned into a collaborative work. I sent my story to @domsigns to edit, when he sent it back it came with some added musings, which I decided to keep, so the words in italic font are the thoughts my story inspired in him ***…
“No, please, stop. I don’t want you to. You’re hurting me. Please stop, I, please, I can’t. This is wrong, don’t make me. Please…please….nooooo” I am silenced by a hand clamping down over my mouth. I struggle, kick, fight but he is so much stronger than me and I barely slow him down let alone…
Victory will be yours but not without a fight…
I confess that I have a rape fantasy. In fact I have more than one. They all differ slightly, there is darkened rooms, shadowy faces, slow exposure, examination and then a calm but purposeful deflowering. Other times it is one person, gloved hands over my face, manhandling, knives, whispered threats to behave or else, a…
The prompt this week for Wicked Wednesday is ‘Confusion’ and so it seemed like it was time to share this piece which I had written for the The 30 Days of Kink but had been plucking up the courage to actually post. Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks? When I first…
Click To Play Audio *** Hold my hand and come with me Through the gate for you to see What mystery lay behind these walls Dark passageway or palatial halls I wonder which you long for most Lords and Ladies that dance and toast Or do dungeon cells with whips and chains And…
30th August 2010 Before I get started on this post I just want to say that in no way do I condone the act of rape against a woman. This is a post about a scene that took place between my Master and I, which was to be a lesson learnt on my part. It…
23rd Aug 2010 Of all the tasks he sets me, I do so love a writing task. I love writing, but I often find that I over think about what to write and don’t actually just getting on and write it, and so when I am given a topic and a deadline it provides that…
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