In my post last week I mentioned that we were going to a Clothed Male Naked Female event. It is held at a venue that has the best spanking bench that was ever made in my opinion. It is not really a spanking bench, more a spanking table. Imagine a padded table that has a…
Run your fingers over the marks. The ones you made with the flogger and the metal rod. That yesterday burned red and hot on my skin but today have turned to dark angry bruises that fester beneath the surface. Touch them, let your fingers trails over each one, tracing the patterns you left behind with…
Cat tails… leave trails… that delight and excite Cutting across… tender flesh…with a sting and a bite Each stroke…. paints seven…. tales of desire Red lines… fine stripes… the perfect attire *This is the 3rd post (and the letter C) in the A – Z blogging Challenge
I have a contentious relationship with my birthday. When I was 18 my parents had a party for me, it was a rather grown-up affair with family, aunts and uncles, etc and a pretty cake that my Mum made for me. It was fun but not really what most 18 year old’s would consider fun.…
Two Sunday’s ago I posted this image, On Point, which showed the gift I gave to @domsigns for Christmas along with my thoughts about it. A few days later I wrote another post, A Heady Union, about our kinkless Christmas due to illness and the resulting build up of tension between us as we approached…
We call it the cat-o-nine tails whip even though it only has 7 tails but don’t let that fool you and don’t be fooled by its good looks either. The red and black soft braided handle that end in 7 little tails will hand loosely from your hand when you pick it up, lulling you…
Sometimes the title says it all…
Beneath the cool crisp linen my body aches Upon my flesh your touch ripens Dark bruises surface Throbbing Hot Desired A patchwork of lust Scattered across my pale skin The night before evident in the new daylight Mollyxxx Ps… Click on the icon below to see who else is joining in with Sinful Sunday …
Flushed Red hot My skin burns Use me like this Ignore my protest For they are lies The truth is I want more Always more *You can read more about my thoughts on canes and see others images from this series on my Kink of the Week Post: Love/Hate Mollyxxx Ps… Click on the icon…
I don’t like you… hmmm, maybe that is not strictly true but I certainly don’t like the look of you. You look stingy and evil, there is nothing beautiful about you, you don’t flow and caress like the flogger you are all straight, firm, mean and nasty and yet…. I hate the bite of you…
With every touch my skin warms a little more until eventually it throbs with a burning heat. I dance beneath you, accepting you and denying you in equal measures. I fight this fight because my body forces me too but in my brain and on my lips are the words; more, harder…. Mark me! Leave…
I love you. I want to spend my days looking at you and my nights touching you. I want to feel your warmth beneath the cool of my finger tips. I want to gently caress you, touching every part of you until eventually it is time to sleep and tomorrow when I wake I hope…
It has been a while since we have played with clothes pegs (or pins for my Murrican readers) I don’t really know why that is, it is just one of those things that seemed to have slipped from our play. I suspect some of the reason is that we both absolutely thrive on the heavy…
This is the misery stick; the gift that keeps on giving. A fairly innocent looking thing at first glance but in the right hands and used in the right way there is nothing remotely innocent about it at all. It is a 13 inch piece of 1mm thick carbon fibre rod which some thoughtful person…
25th April 2012 Just over a week on from my lovely birthday party and all the bruises are nearly gone. On the front of both my thighs some deep red welts left by the wrap around from the flogger linger and when I take a shower in the morning the heat from the water brings…
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