The man behind the desk shook his head, looked up at the girl sitting in his study watching him. Wearing a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and heels, she looked like a secretary. She even had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and glasses. But she was not a secretary. The man behind … Continue reading The Man Behind the Desk
The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Man
”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man
The Supplicant Part 2
The man behind the desk looked up from the pages he’d been reading. Then girl was seated in the wooden visitor chair, perched on the edge. She had been watching him closely, looking for a reaction, but as soon as he looked up, she dropped her eyes. ”So. This is your fantasy?” ”Yes, Sir,” she … Continue reading The Supplicant Part 2
The Supplicant
He sat quietly behind his desk. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes down. Waiting. Time passed, just minutes, she thought, but they seemed long. She knew, without raising her eyes, that he was watching her. She hoped the dress she was wearing hit the right note of pleasing without … Continue reading The Supplicant
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That's what I feel like right now. Once again, I can sense the possibilities of the universe - or at least some possibilities for me. I am connecting with a community that understands trauma. I guess that sounds weird. But a truly trauma-informed setting can make us feel like we're being held gently, appreciated for … Continue reading Loading…
Butterfly Banner
There have always been reasons I come back to post here. Used to be something kinky would be on my mind and this was the best place to share it. Today, it’s not anything kinky. But I found this picture on pixabay and fell in love with it. It needs some text on that blank … Continue reading Butterfly Banner
Melancholy at the Beach
Melancholy is a lovely word, isn't it? The feeling is not so pleasant, but not terrible either, and if I'm going to feel melancholy, the beach is a good place to do it. Lonely. Lonely by default, I think. Not a great friend, I’m here when you reach out but I’ll let forever go by, … Continue reading Melancholy at the Beach
A Slave
As you may know, I am a huge fan of Slave Shae. If you don't follow her already, you may want to. I've become a bit addicted to the series of posts she's doing with a theme of being shared with a Dom she doesn't know, one whom her Mistress has loaned her to. Addicted … Continue reading A Slave
Hard Truths
So here’s a thing. Maya Angelou, I think, says, ”when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” I’m not always so good at that, but once I finally get there, I’m there. I was also raised to believe you don’t talk about family problems in public. Sometimes, I adhere to that, … Continue reading Hard Truths
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