Tag: W
Sex as a Tool
Sometimes, you don’t need rope. Or handcuffs or whips or any other paraphernalia. Just hands, and a cock, and a voice. Oh, and piss helps too. Yeah, yeah, I said it. Such a disgusting thing, and yet, when I’m down there on my knees, looking up at him, and he…
Tease
And just because I am a tease, I have to say that every time I look at the subject line of the last email convo between W and I about the weekend, I get wet all over again. The subject line is “Swollen Pussy.” I do have some stuff to…
Wanton Wednesday – Results
It seems like all I have time for lately is to post Wanton Wednesday’s. And those I can’t even get to on time. Well, if this is all I am posting, I guess I can make them good. This is from this past weekend. Actually the “grand finale,” so to…
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…
Close Your Eyes and Think of England
I may not have shared this before, but W has that thing where he faints at the sight of needles. Baso-something? So you’d think he wouldn’t be my first choice of companions to take to the piercer’s for my new piercings. You’d be wrong. Of course, I had to ask…
Wanton Wednesday – And this is why I do it
I was searching though pictures for another post and I ran across these… God, seeing this I felt everything inside me clench and melt at the same time, a purely visceral, instinctual reaction, a knowing, that this is what it’s about for me, this space, this moment of release……
As real as it gets
I had a rough day today. I don’t have them often, but usually a day of insane emotional turbulence like today’s can be attributed to subdrop or PMS. I don’t know what to attribute today’s bout to. It ended well…in fact much better than I could have imagined when it…
The Long Road Back
It’s funny the things that trigger us. The other day I was at W’s, working from home. It’s been so long since we’ve been kinky, and so long since I’d felt any rope on me, that I asked him to tie me a bit. Yeah, I asked him. We are…
Ring My Bell
I’d forgotten what they felt like, my six lovely steel cuntrings. What they felt like in my lips as I walk, their presence a subtle reminder as they brush against the insides of my thighs occasionally, and less subtly when they pull, twist or pinch beneath my clothes. What they…
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…
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