Tag: being owned
Task 4 – Labeled
“Write “Fuck Meat” in letters at least 2″ tall on a part of your body not normally visible to the public. Also write the letters FM in a body location that can be seen by the public. Have a ready explanation in case anyone asks what the letters stand for.…
Task 2 – Sheer Madness
I had a choice of three potential tasks. I chose to “Wear a sheer blouse out for the evening,” although “lacing my rings shut with a necklace chain” was what I wanted to do, but since I didn’t think anyone was going to see it, and I was feeling like doing…
Task 1 – Sex and Blood
I’ve talked about lots of things here, but one of the things I haven’t talked about (much) is blood. No, not the kind that happens when you cut yourself (or someone cuts you), or vampire play, or even bloodletting and the like. Neither W or I has a thing for…
Don’t Change Me!
I was reading a post in one of my favorite discussion groups on Fet, “Not Quite Ready for Polite Company M/sers”– Oh, wait. I’m not in an M/s relationship, so maybe I shouldn’t be part of the group, or comment in it. Actually, for the most part, I don’t comment…
Blow-Job January
I’m a failure. A big, fat, non-blow-jobbing failure. He gave me a challenge this past January. As you all know, my physical issues have limited my abilities to perform in all the ways that he expects and likes me to, but he reminded me, quite succinctly, that not having use…
30 Days of Kink: Day 2 – Kinks
Day 2: List your kinks. Good heavens, what do I not find kinky? What doesn’t turn me on? Oh, hmmm…actually, there are a few things, as I discovered in talking with W the other night. Although (sigh) I wonder if, in the middle of the things he does to me,…
Wanton Wednesday – Grip
I have been working all week on a new post for W. This is a “command performance”: W assigned me the task of writing about an event that happened while we were in Chicago. He had invited an acquaintance of his to our hotel room and allowed him to use…
Sleeping in Chains
Yesterday morning I turned over on my side, away from him, then snuggled back into his side. The alarm would go off soon, but I wanted just a few minutes more to lay in the chains, savoring the feel of them on my skin, the knowledge of them in my…