Someone pointed out to me that my silence here since my last post suggested that perhaps I’d given up on the idea of slaves or was otherwise disappointed in the responses I received. That’s the furthest thing from the truth. (And, for what it’s worth, I’ve been tweeting plenty!) The response to my post, “An … Read More
Over on Formspring someone asked me about posting “raw” pictures from my scenes and I replied that I’ve usually done that on Twitter (though the Twitter-linked image hosting sites have gotten quite testy about what kinds of pictures it allows. The one I had been using the most recently deleted my account. Many of the … Read More
Shortly after he sat down, I grabbed a hank of hemp and tied his ankles together. His trousers bunched at little. While we talked — this was our first time meeting — he kept moving his arms. Behind. In front. Elbows clasped. Wrists crossed. His gold cufflinks twinkled like signal lights for where to wrap … Read More
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
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