Cafe Press Shop

I know that some of you have looked at my Tribute Page.  I just can tell.  One way to keep me happy is to take a jaunt over to my Cafe Press shop and get something.  I am going to be putting a few more things up, as my devious mind thinks of it.

Smack – Handprint

There are many people who love spanking.  I am one of them.  I do Over the Knee (otk) as well as just smacking people when their butts are available.  Most of the time, it is part of sensual play and sensation play.  Sometimes it is part of a role play session because the Governess does not like what the naughty boy did.  Sometimes it is part of a larger torture I am doing to someone so they have to sit on their red, painful ass as I do other things to them.

Spankings are satisfying in many ways for me.  The sound of the hand on flesh is part of it, but the moan or sucking in of air that comes after the hit is wonderful for me to hear.  Feeling the heat of the skin as I rub it, feeling the welts as they raise, is indescribable.  Seeing the redness and possibly the bruises that might be coming up can make me giggle. »Read More

Just a thought

If I were to wear fetish clothing in any color but black, would people recognize it as such? Would it just be stylish, or would it be obvious?
These are the things I think about.
R

Snapshot Scene : Brushing her hair

She said she needed to put up her hair.  He watched as the just below shoulder length hair was draped over her shoulder her hand stroking it before the brush went through it.  It was not as long as some hair he had seen, but it was luxurious in the sheen and thickness.  She leaned forward slightly as the hair had the brush pulled through, her bare shoulders seeming to have a fur stole around them between strokes.

He watched as she wrapped the hair around her hand, twisting it, coiling it until it was a tight bun at the back of her head.  Two little sticks were pushed through, keeping he hair in place.

She seemed sterner now that her hair was up.  The softness that the hair around her face and hiding her shoulders had given her was gone, the tight corset now all business.

Kiss her hand

Have you ever read or seen a movie about Cyrano de Bergerac?  He was an actor and noted soldier from the Renaissance.  He is best known for his large nose which he thought kept women away from him, though he was quite romantic.  He coached a man to capture the attentions of the woman de Bergerac loved.  Romantic, and tragic.

I was in a similar situation.

There was this woman who I adored and saw almost every day.  She worked in a store across from the one I worked at in the mall.  She would wear the short skirts and tight shirts that her clothing store sold, making my studious suits seem frumpy when she glanced my way.  I watched her for over six months before I approached her in the food court.  That was awkward and she giggled, but she smiled at me when she would pass my store.  It brightened my day every time.

One of my co-workers saw Clara(no, she wasn’t called Roxane) and he fell in lust.  He could not see the wonder that she had within her.  He could not imagine the humor I had seen.  He saw the short skirts and tight shirts and wanted to bang her.

Tim whined at me until I straight out told him to just go and talk to her.  The asshole did.  Tim is tall and handsome and has a chest bigger than me. »Read More

A lead into the oppression

I know many really cool people.  Unfortunately, several of them are being censored.  The way things go, something that was o.k. one day will be inappropriate the next.

Please visit my friends site and support him.

 

Greydancer's Ropecast

S.O.P.A. and Protect I.P.

It is January 18th, 2012, and I am considering going dark for the day.  That passes easily, as the people who would search this website out would not be able to find it without Google.

For those in the Adult Entertainment industry, Protect I.P. is more insidious than S.O.P.A..  There are parts that, beside the potential of being shut down because of a wayward mention of a copywrited product or outward link, would make just about anything on this website a violation, and able to be summarily shut down without a call, an email or even a warrant.

I create erotica.  Some is gentle, some is hard core.  Protect I.P. would make it necessary to have everyone who comes to this little website to sign a virtual waiver each time, give personal information for each viewing and generally just make any try at having a bit of time alone with you and the computer laborious, not fun.  I do not like that Protect I.P. and S.O.P.A. both have restraints on content I create myself.  It is not just that it is adult in nature and of prurient interest.  Both bills have sections that would make the Adult Entertainment industry come under direct 'control' of people who seem to want to shut it down.

My content is mine.  I created it, I share it freely.  I would like to be able to make money from it, but it is the sharing that is more important from it.

If you want to continue to be able to have your erotica, porn, smut, wank papers, 8-pagers, etc., tell your representatives in Washington, D.C., that you do not want S.O.P.A. and Protect I.P. to go through.  You can tell them that you just want Google back.

Miss R from the Leathermines.

Femdom Marking

“That tickles!”

She stepped back and smiled, but her voice had an edge to it.  “Shut up.  Hold still.”

He was spread-eagled on the cross, the manacles barely holding him to the wood as she worked on him.  He tried not to wiggle, but the light touch was driving him insane.

“Mistress!”

A loud smack sounded through the room as she left a hand print on his bare ass.  “I told you to shut up!”  Even though she was trying to sound stern, humor slipped in and a slight giggle came out. »Read More

Random Picture of the Day

At one point, I did web-cam shows.  I was cleaning out some of the old site and came across a few shots from one of my shows.  Production shots are always good, right?

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Love those sexy socks. »Read More

Wild Roses

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Caution: Trigger for rape.  Not erotica.

 

She looked at the petals that were scattered on the ground.  As she moved her hand towards them, the mere shift in the air scattered the closest ones.  The scent of the flowers was heady, especially right under the bushes where she lay. »Read More

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