Disrespect II

"How many times," he asks, "Have we had a conversation about you not paying attention, or not focusing, or not being fully present?" Kneeling between his legs, with my ass still stinging from his belt, asshole plugged and a bit uncomfortable, for a second i think he's going to chastise me some more for not … Continue reading Disrespect II

A Bonus

If my new life plans work out - which would involve retiring from one of my jobs, continuing the other one, which is about 30 hours/ week, and moving to a warmer part of the country - if that works out, i would be able to get involved with a kink community again. You have … Continue reading A Bonus

Rope

Sometimes, if i'm very still  and if i let my mind slip back, back, back in time, sometimes i can still feel the rope, soft, cotton rope, snaking over my skin as he wrapped me, like a package, a parcel, tied me up. Contained. Shibari, like a whisper,the rope between my legs, the knot right there … Continue reading Rope