Bruises are: Visual and visceral reminders Random splashes of colour across swathes of white Souvenirs of violent actions. Wide bands of blues and purples, Zebra. Spots of yellow and black, Leopard. Animal prints on flesh showing my...
When I saw that this image had been chosen as the inspiration for Masturbation Monday, first I was delighted and secondly I took the opportunity to look back on what happened to prompt me to take the photo. Weirdly, for me, I hadn’t...
It’s a beautiful view, the sun is shining and the seagulls calling but all of that is background noise because I have my orders from him. I’m a little scared, but not enough to use my safeword. I’m mostly excited. He’s...
The door closes, We are alone. You pounce. 18 years married but still the passion burns. Fingering me, Scratching you, Orgasm follows orgasm as you drink in my smell, my taste. Fucking, hard, fast. Buzzing wand between us, Driving me over...
Sometimes it’s all about me. What I want, what I need, what I can take. But sometimes it’s all about him. It’s all about his pleasure. It’s all about what I need to do to make him happy. What can I give, to make him smile or moan or...
It was a good night to start with. We were at a party for a friend. It had been kept completely secret so his face when he put on the light and we all shouted ‘Surprise!’ was an absolute picture. There were many people...
Want. It ripples beneath my skin, subtle, unnoticed by others but a constant scratching, itching that demands my attention. I can’t give myself what I crave but I can create the fantasy, take the pleasure and satisfy the need for a moment...
Curiosity. It’s what often marks me out as the Masochist I am. I was showing off my new lil’ bastard stick at Kage yesterday when Daddy Cuddly Bear (DCB) said he had something much thinner and definitely evil. I was instantly interested in...
It’s not a surprise to anyone that I’m a masochist, but the second part of the title might raise an eyebrow or two. I’m not mistress for just anyone, I’m not mistress very often, but I am mistress sometimes. Let me tell you about the...
There was a pride in my heart as I heard Sir recounting fondly how he hit me that one particular time and showed off photos of the marks that it made. I stood taller, smiled widely, felt satisfaction swirling with arousal. I remember it...
Painful Desire. I have a craving, a desire deep and hard in the centre of my liquid soul. A want, a need, a craving. It curls and coils, grows and stretches, winds and pulls and leaves me breathless with want. Consuming my mind with...
Chain Reaction “Please!” I yell, desperate and needy. “Please, Sir, please.” I don’t even know if he can hear me but I’ve got to try, I’m on the edge but I can’t tip over. I’ve been trying, really trying. There is a cable of chain...