My current favourite wank-fantasy is about being filled. Stopped up. Crammed. Brim-full. Unnfff.
You Can’t Have This
A mean machine-cuckqueaning scene
Self-control
Exploring honour bondage – conclusion: holy fuck, YES
Battle Dress
This coming week will be a tough one. Thankfully, I was able to spend the weekend hanging out with The Fella, eating and watching junk, and having delicious, kinky, joyful sex. In the last 48 hours, I have felt protected,…
Shackles
I’ve had a pair of heavy old-fashioned shackles for a while but they only got their first outing this weekend when I was locked into them for a session of impact play and forced orgasms. I love the look and…
Chain reaction
Thinking about chains does something to me
On Display
Flogged and edged for an appreciative audience
Chair Scene
The darker end of my bondage gangbang fantasies
Haiku
-without resistance nothing is earned; taken, she is granted reward-
The Waiting Game
There’s an instant when the expression in his eyes turns from adoringly playful to speculative intent. That look, as he sideslips from boyfriend to Dominant; hunger turning to command, sparks heat and a flood of wetness in response. My legs part of their own accord, my breath hitches in my chest, my mouth parts in anticipation. Signalling to him my willingness – my eagerness – to be owned and used and taken by him.
He cuffs my ankles, fastening them to either end of the spreader bar so that they are held wide apart. I’m forbidden to come until he gives permission, he tells me, his voice low and calm. Naturally, at this ominous news, I moan and squirm in excitement. It’s going to take a long time, he warns with a smirk. Unnff.