Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com First of all, I have a follow up to my "Wounded" post. I talked with the thoughtless person who had hurt my feelings, and it turns out that they thought my heart-felt offer was a pity offer. They didn't want my pity. Which - you know, who does? No body. … Continue reading Sunday Joy
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Wounded
Something happened tonight that deeply hurt my feelings. It was a little thing that happened. I made an offer, and the other person responded to it with a sound of contempt. Pft. I think that's how you write it. Just a little sound, a puff of air really. Totally dismissive. They didn't say anything else. … Continue reading Wounded
Revisiting Master Raven Kaldera
Nora, over at Finding Strength in My Submission, has been reading a book by Raven Kaldera and Joshua Tenpenny. I was delighted that she was enjoying the book and really appreciated her thoughts about it. You can read her reflections (so far) here: Bookworm: Review of Real Service continued. That post contains the links to … Continue reading Revisiting Master Raven Kaldera
Thoughts in April, page 8
In that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to kneel in front of him and taste his cock. Lick it thoroughly, suck it into her mouth, taking it deeper until it struck the back of her throat, making her gag. It always amazed her how much she loved that. But, “Not yet,” he … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 8
Thoughts in April, page 7
“Good girl,” he said, and it was obvious he was really pleased. “Come. Over the arm of the chair please, yes, like that.” She was familiar with this position, draped over the arm of his chair, ass up. He stood at her side. Pulled the ottoman over so the instruments - the wooden spoon, the … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 7
Thoughts in April, page 6
It didn't take him long to find the part he wanted, toward the beginning, when O had been whipped for the first time. She listened intently as he read aloud, In his lovely voice, how they had explained to O what the rules were, that she would be whipped every night for any infractions she … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 6
Thoughts in April, page 5
He had come up behind her so quietly, she didn't realize he was there until she felt his hand fisting in her hair at the nape of the neck. Then she gasped, her heart leaping in shock. She felt his breath close to her ear, and, ""Don't move," he said. Quickly, he pulled out the … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 5
The Clueless Dom
{There is a new installment to Thoughts in April up, you can read it here. I just needed to share this. And I have several more coming, so stay tuned.} It's not the first time it's happened. Some man wanders onto a site, reads a little bit about D/s, and thinks, "Oh, I must be … Continue reading The Clueless Dom
Thoughts in April, page 4
Standing in the corner, nose almost to the wall, always made her acutely aware of her submission. The plug in her ass added to that immensely. It was not something she would have chosen for herself, there was always some resistance to it. Once it was in, she adjusted, at least, her body adjusted, it … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 4
Thoughts in April, page 3
He made her bend over placing her arms on the ottoman, opening her legs wide. She was still blindfolded, all of her exposed to his gaze, his hands. She waited. And then she smelled lube. She winced, wondering which plug she was about to have inserted. She wanted to ask, but knew better. His finger … Continue reading Thoughts in April, page 3
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