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We Sing Our Bondage Freely
We have seen nothing; We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, Warlike as the wolf for what we eat; We make a quire, as doth the prison’d bird, And sing our…
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#FebPhotoFest Day 7 – Rope Reprise
A sloppy first self-tie snapped several years ago. It was euphoric to feel the rope on my skin and feel the vibrations running through the fibres, a bit like wearing nerves outside your…
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#FebPhotoFest Day 2 – Humble Beginnings
This picture takes me back to my early days of kink discovery; weekends in the wilderness, at the feet of a loving sadist (yes, my journey began with submission), learning what it meant…
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#BoobDay – Chain of Fools
Another one bites the dust. You’d think somehow I’d learn but nah, that would be too easy! Luckily Aretha will never let me down. Happy weekend, everyone; we’ve earned it. One of…
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Hold Me Back
Hold me back, strap me down and let me loose.
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Marking Time
“Oh, Miss. You’re so …” He’s pulling at his bonds, wiggling his nakedness into the bed, struggling with delight. “I’m so what?” The tip of the riding crop punctuates my question as it…
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Homeward Bound (I wish I was)
I’ve been away from home this week, visiting my friend Eve, and it’s been so lovely.
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Passionate Like You
“The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.” – Virginia Woolf
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Good Boy
“When this leash is on, there is to be no talking. Do you understand?”