He turns his back to me, a smooth lake of milk, quivering in the moon light. The curtains move in the warm breeze and cast shadows across him, inky blue and fleeting. In my hand I hold an instrument of torture and I mean to hurt him, I do, as he’s begged me to, this…
Elegant
Every morning on his way to the train and every evening on his walk home, Edmond passed a beautiful statue in front of the courthouse in his town. Not surprisingly, it was a recreation of a classical style, a perfect modeling of Lady Justice as she is often depicted; statuesque, blindfolded, a sword in one…
The Switch
“Darling, will you lace me up?” She lifted the pale gold waves of hair at the nape of her neck and shivered as his fingers wound around the velvet ribbon crisscrossing up her back. She adjusted the front of the corset, breasts almost toppling out, and exhaled slowly as she felt the definition of the…
Conflicted
I can’t deny the surge of power that affixing a phallus to my body gives me but the feminist in me rages.
The Gift
In the world of D/s, there is a phrase that is bandied about, sometimes without much consideration, that always makes me pause to consider the importance of intention and not just the execution of Domination and submission. That phrase is: Submission is a gift.
Bad Dream
I gently reach over your hip to hold your twitching cock in my hand, soothing sounds dripping from my lips into your ear, easing you out of the dream that has you lurching and whimpering, and into consciousness.
Herringbone
I roll over in the hazy morning light, heavy drapes holding back the grim drizzle of the rain outside. Your form beside me is slack with sleep, six feet of gentle submission, chin tucked to your chest.
It’s Good to be Queen
Giving your sub head as an expression of control and dominance is one of the most delicious things.
We All Kink Differently
Sometimes I find the tropes of FemDom so tiresome.
First Meeting
She adjusted the lacy top of her stockings making neat lines of the garters, fidgeting with the elastic, bending to straighten the seam at her toes. He had called from the cab, he was minutes away. He’d check in, carry his own bags, too modest to follow a cheery bellhop, and he’d knock, despite having…
Bunny Bites
He’s so gentle by nature; calm, sweet, soft, so much so that I call him Bunny.
Be still my Domme-ly heart
Another play date with The Boy and this bit of equipment, again, went unused.
That Feeling When …
That feeling when I’m tired and I want him close so he holds me, becomes The Big Spoon.
Far from the light of day
She slips into bed beside him carefully. As he turns over to wrap around her she tucks in under his chin and breathes in the smell of him. Pure comfort, complete security.
Go get in my bed
And he did. I found him there a few minutes later, cuddled down into the mountain of pillows, the cat curled in against him adoringly. He looked so good there, so relaxed, like he was in his own bed, a nest of safety, a haven from his day. He watched me slowly undress and crawled…
Good Boy
“When this leash is on, there is to be no talking. Do you understand?”