A few weeks ago, I was moving around my bondage table, strapping down a body, and my eye caught the gleam of one of the posts of my suspension rig. In that perfect mid-morning light, I could see the patina that had begun to burnish onto the metal. I flashed back to 2007 when … Read More
His email — brief, needy, throbbing, and barely coherent — pushed into my inbox with about as much appeal as a catcall from the sidewalk. I should have ignored it, just like I had his previous three, since I don’t want to encourage this undesirable behavior, but I didn’t. My casual invitation was a combination … Read More
Lately I’ve been feeling … I dunno, dommier than usual. Most of the time I’m all warm and juicy woo woo and collaborative and maybe even a little service toppy (the genuine confidence that you can do whatever you want means less of a need to prove it all the time). But the last couple of sessions have had a chilled edge, a selfish intensity. This is what I want.
I told her to undress him. She undid his buttons, opening his shirt, while I adjusted the volume on the stereo. Ali Farka Toure’s “Ai Du” (from the 2002 movie “Unfaithful”) floated through the room. “Now you undress her.” His hands fumbled a little with her clothes, which I anticipated. But since she’d already told … Read More
I don’t remember how it started. Oh. Yes. He was talking to me and as I was watching his face I suddenly found myself imagining his mouth, hinged open like a screaming puppet. He kept talking as I got up and walked towards the rack where the gags hung. I found the fish hook gag, … Read More