Category: BDSM
Perceptions
I enjoyed the other morning too, he says. Forcing you to take it. I enjoyed the mixture of sex and pain and brutality. Forcing you to fuck with panic and pain so close at hand. Making you go where you think you can’t. Sunday morning, after a rather brutal beating…
Anniversary Post
Today is, almost to the day, the one-year anniversary of the first time W and I met. And what a year it’s been! I started this blog soon after that auspicious beginning, and have chronicled our relationship and many of the things we have done in that time, right here.…
Obeying Instructions
I don’t often get instructions about tasks to perform or things to do during my day. Yesterday I got one though. The reasoning, to atone for my feeling of “badgirlness” for skipping work on Monday, was tongue-in-cheek, since he doesn’t do punishment (“I don’t need a reason to do bad…
The Mean Guy
I went over to his house after work, intending to pick up blackberries and my tit collars and a couple other things I had left over there after the long weekend, before heading back out for a run. Or, maybe that was what I had intended in the beginning, when…
Getting Hung
Suspensions are all about flying. Flying free of the bonds that hold us to the earth, flying within the bonds that both keep us safe while we are airborne and hold us there, butterflies captured for a brief moment. I’ve never actually been a big fan of watching a suspension.…
A caned butt is a happy butt
I left W’s this morning after about five hours sleep last night. We can’t seem to go to bed early to save our lives, even when I have to work in the morning. Or even if we do, we end up fooling around in that special way W has of…
In Sync
There is a darkness that lurks in us all. Sometimes, he lets me get a glimpse of that darkness inside of him. 7:30 AM. I woke with his hands on me, pushing, pulling, “mauling”…not an unusual occurrence when I sleep over with the Mean Guy. I was in my shackles…
In need…
Oh. My. God. A while back I posted about wanting/needing a good thrashing. Ummm…oh yeah, here. And, lo and behold, I got one! Two even. Well, the first was a mini-thrashing, or maybe only just a warm-up to a thrashing, the real thrashing came after, and came hard…and godDAMN it…
Whore Squared
I earned the title fair and square, losing at W-H-O-R-E twice. That would be water H-O-R-S-E played with two submissive slut women and one Top male, so of course we had to alter the name of the game to suit the participants. During that day and night I also skinny-dipped,…
This is how you remind me…
…of what I really am. Girlmeat. Fuckmeat. Your property to do with as you choose. Fuck me, use me, hurt me, love me, piss on me. It’s all the same to me. I’m yours.