bruises

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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. …

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 …