bruises

Today is my 50th birthday! There have been presents, an egg chair for the garden from my parents, new vinyl LP’s that I love from Michael, a pretty necklace from…

“He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he’d imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why…

“…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.” ~ Jane Austen Ahhh Jane, little did you know when you wrote this that so many years later…

“You need bruises to know blessings and I have known both.” ~ Frances Shand Kydd They hurt. My thighs. When I walk I can feel them. If I squeeze them…

N is for neck and his breath misting on my delicate skin. Soft lips, gentle kisses. A precursors to what he really wants. To what he really is. He is…

Black and blueI miss you I have written a great deal over the year about how much I like being marked and bruised. If you asked me to put together…

“The appetite is sharpened by the first bites.” ~ Jose Rizal And boy did the man have an appetite. By the time we parted my thighs and breasts were peppered…

When he beats me it makes me want to suck his cock. Last Sunday we went out to Fem Sub Club. It was a lovely afternoon spent with friends that…

He is holding the bircher and the acrylic cane that John Brownstone gifted him. “Lay down” he says and he taps the sofa with the end of the cane. “Face…

Let’s play a game”  he said we are went up the stairs “Ohh, what game is that” Well, it starts with you taking of your trousers..” “Ok” I replied with…

ME: “I need some words to go with this image” HIM: “Go upstairs, get the whip, come down stairs, bare your bottom and ask me to mark you” ME: “But…

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…

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…

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…

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,…