Caged Fantasy
I was on the floor of his basement, my head in a cage (yeah, this one, from “Industrial Fuck”.) I was on my side, arms and legs bent behind me in a sort-of sideways hogtie, wrapped around a post. He was…doing things, actually one certain thing…and I was…laying there. On…
Reconnecting
I felt fuzzy all day today, my edges blurred and insubstantial. This is not a bad thing, in fact I am quietly enjoying it: letting myself experience and taste it, ease into and enjoy this warm, cocooned feeling. So often my life has clear, defined edges, a sharp clarity in…
Pony Play – Brown Pony
I mentioned over on APL that I’d played with Ad and W one night in “pony” gear at W’s house. I’m not exactly sure how we ended up with me in a bit gag, my brown boots and a hip belt on, but fueled with a beer or two and…
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Desire
Desire–what fuels it and feeds it, fans its flames or dampens it, drives us mad with lust or turns us cold–is a strange thing. Fickle or demanding, imperious at times, ephemeral and fleeting at others. I myself have odd, disjointed fantasies, many of which I’d not care to share with…
Wanton Wednesday – Cuffed
I’m not sure what’s got me so blissed in this photo. Maybe the feel of the steel encircling my wrists? I like how sharp handcuffs are, how hard the steel is. Their implacability; the way they cut into the delicate skin that lies so thin over my wrist bones; how…
Juxtapositions
There’s those times when he ties my hands to keep me from protecting myself. From blows, from slaps, from whips or crops or canes. I know those times well, and I know the feeling of helplessness, of fear or rage or panic, when I can’t get loose, can’t protect myself,…
Obedience
Well. As noted in my post earlier, we’re back from Twisted Tryst, all whole, healthy and happy. A wonderful good time was had by all, I do believe, and now I understand W’s assertion that camp events are just…special. I won’t say “better” than a hotel event, because there are…
The Beginning of a Twisted Weekend
I’ve never fucked someone in public before. And, well, I guess I still haven’t, technically. I think a girl with her hands and feet in stocks, or tied behind her back, cannot be said to be fucking. She is being fucked. And now I have been fucked in public. And…
Defining “Ownership”
An online acquaintance asked me the other day about what it means when I call W my “Owner” or when I say I am “owned” by him, especially in light of the fact that a) I have another primary partner and b) the only control he exerts over me is…
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