Tag: BDSM
Mad at Adam, or, How I'm Not Perfect
“I’m not an expert,” Samantha says, over on Not Your Mother’s Playground. An excellent post, and an idea that I’ll probably explore further over on A Poly Life at some point in the future, but here, now, I want to illustrate the point much more graphically. I’m not an expert,…
The Whipping Girl
I have a confession: I don’t love the singletail, at least in W’s hand. There are implements I do love, even ones that hurt, that even as I am hurting I am getting something from them, something that when he stops using them makes me disappointed for that half-second: “No…
The Heart of Darkness
“…the heavy, mute spell…that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions.” Joseph Conrad, The Heart of Darkness “You make it easy for me to wake up wanting to rape you,” he said. All…
Halloween Treats
If the first half of my Halloween weekend was mostly tricks–canes and spankings and rope–the second half of Halloween was all about Treats. With a few tricks thrown in for good measure, of course–he wouldn’t be The Mean Guy without tricks, now would he? First, a treat for you: pics…
Tricks & Treats
Confession time: sometimes, I can’t remember everything that happens. I mean, I remember things in broad outline, but the details…get a little fuzzy. Take Halloween, for example. It was an AMAZING day and night and day…but…I really can’t remember the details. You know, the order of things. Where they all…
The Mason Jar
I have an issue with peeing. I hate to do it (and most times can’t) in front of people. The times that W has urinated on me, marking me, are both incredibly humiliating and incredibly hot, both because it is humiliating, and because it makes me feel so fucking owned. …
Rope Groupie
Okay I’ll admit it (and I know this comes as a huge surprise): I’m a rope groupie. It’s what first attracted me to W. Literally, a picture of him putting rope on a woman in his main profile photo on Fetlife. Then I went to his profile and I saw…
Tiger Woods in My Pussy
I know, I know, I said I wasn’t going to post this weekend. But ya’ll should know by now what an attention slut I am–I can’t stay away from here for long, especially if I have a story to tell! So we got in last night at 12AM. Too late…
Bondage Babe to Sunday-Afternoon-Mom in Five Minutes
Or, “Why Not to Let My Top Keep Track of the Time.” In his defense, he thought I said I had to be there at 4:15, not 4:00. Still, standing in my slut dress in 4 inch heels, pressing myself as close to his body as I could manage and…
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…
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