I’m in the bedroom. Bent double over the foot of the bed, ankles cuffed to the posts, arms tied above and behind my head. Face in the mattress.
From the very depths of my masochistic painslut kink, a disturbingly ambiguous monologue on dark fantasies
“He wants to see you. Downstairs.” Grace’s tone is ominous, a current of dark humour running beneath the surface, echoing the red trim on her gleaming black PVC catsuit. ‘Downstairs’ means the cellar, a tiny windowless room that he and…
A Painslut Sub’s Lullaby (content warning)
Unwanted pain vs pleasure pain, what’s the difference to me?
It was so damn hot, I just have to share
Dear Sir, If I were to tempt you out of your meeting, away from your duties, just because I could; would you punish me? Would you?
I’ve only once in my life had a flogging. There was I, face-down on the hotel bed, ankles tied wide apart, hands bound above my head, drifting happily into subspace as the soft leather falls bounced off my buttocks in a steady, measured onslaught.
It didn’t hurt enough. I wanted him to use his belt instead. Of course, begging for the belt only resulted in admonitions of “patience, little one” – and no belt.
Today’s the day. After weeks of careful negotiations over DMs and cups of tea, detailed planning – most of which I was not party to by my own request – and shivering anticipation, we three have arrived at the place and time of our assignation.
I like to be bitten. Is it an actual kink of mine? I don’t think so. I don’t fantasise about being bitten, specifically. It’s not something I’d ask for if it wasn’t happening. I do enjoy a bite or twenty…