He was waiting for me. Legs sleeved and bound in the leather sack. Hands wrapped in leather. A padded hood tightened and buckled around his head, eyes and ears blacked out, a grommet to breathe through. His torso, inked but otherwise bare. I watched his stomach undulate with breath and pictured myself licking the edges … Read More
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Come Again
He’d been on “at will” chastity for over a week, mostly at his own counsel, though three days before he was due to see me, I emailed him in response and said, “I love it when I can occupy a man’s mind without ever having even met him. Dare I make myself even more present … Read More
So, like, I have this fantasy?
Here’s one for ya. Whilst bemoaning my sore feet and sore throat at SMack! the other night, I was again reminded why I just don’t like going to fetish scene parties. Whole lotta walkin’ around looking for something (or someone) worth seeing. I hardly saw any play myself … then again, seemed like a girl … Read More
Meat. Blood. Sex.
Usually, when I see him, it’s more physical. Hard thrown punches. Fisting. Kicks. Once, even, in a fury of objectification and pure animal, I lashed a dildo to the back of his head and fucked myself on it, smashing his face into the hotel carpet again. And again. He was so turned upside down, he … Read More
Good Boy
Humiliation is not a scene I do very often. I like to play in the light so it’s a little hard for me to dig into that headspace, which can be awfully dark. But not with the Athlete. (Funny, I mentioned him the other day and Voila! he calls. He happened to be in town … Read More