Snapshot Scene: Food play

November 21, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

He could hear the sound of metal on metal, making his skin crawl until he recognised that it was a swingline can opener being used.  His eyes grew big under the mask as he could smell different things starting to come to him while he knelt where she had put him.  Sweet and savory and vinegary...  It all mixed as he took in a deep breath.

A hand on his shoulder and a calm word let him up from his place on the floor.  The blindfold was taken off, the light much brighter than before he had been in darkness.  The Dom smiled as he looked and saw the cans of food that had been opened and then dished into clear bowls.  Chocolate pudding.  BBQ beans.  Tomato ketchup.  A few things he did not recognize.  He was wondering, and hoping, about the large dill pickles.

A towel was on the armless chair and some cling-wrap was on the sturdy table.  The Dom moved and he saw that she had taken her boots off, a slight moistness on her feet from her washing them as he had been kneeling.  Her hands went to her top and started to undo it, the breasts he had been hoping to see finally released.  She sat on the table and smiled.  She reached for the pudding and a large spoon.  His eyes were transfixed as she scooped out some of the pudding and brought one foot up to smear it along her instep and toes.  More was ladled out and her nipples were covered with the chocolate.

“I think it is snack time.”

Snapshot Scene: A Caning

November 15, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

The Mistress had him over the arm of the couch, his bare ass up and to be used as she wished.  He felt a hand on his back and then heard what he would find out was the swish of the cane coming towards him.  It hit, the intensity of it blocking out everything for a moment.  He couldn’t even react until the third or fourth strike on the back of his thighs.  He closed his eyes to the tears that almost stung as much as the stripes he was getting from the cane in her hand.  The pain was excruciating and got worse if she paused, letting the welts come up, the blood rush to the injured area.

She stopped, lightly rubbing the skin where she had been hitting him.  He could feel the fingertips running along the lines she had just laid out.  She smacked him with an open palm, his hips jerking into the couch arm.  She laughed lightly at that and her palm hit his other cheek.  He tried to stay still, but the combination of the caning and her starting to spank him was almost too much.  Almost.

Smack - Handprint

Snapshot Scene: Candle Play

November 4, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

He was blindfolded.  He was face down on the table, wondering why there was cling-film under him.  There was a slight ‘click’ and he could hear her move.  She ran her hand down one side and then the other side of his exposed back, gently caressing him.  He could not help but call out when the first drops of the wax hit his skin.  The first few drops landed, and then she stopped.  She let it cool slightly and then more drops were on him.  There was a build-up, of wax and heat until he could not stand it any more, and she poured on the wax, not drip by drip.  He sucked in his breath and let it out as a stuttering moan after he couldn’t hold it any more.  He felt her fingernails on his skin and then under the edge of the wax.  She was prying it off, scraping with her fingernails to loosen and then pulling, taking some of his hair with it.  He felt her breath on his skin and he smiled as the sensation as she blew across the cooling area.

Picture of the day

November 2, 2011 / posted in Pictorials / No Comments

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Halloween

October 27, 2011 / posted in Article / No Comments

It is one of my favorite times of year.  Not only can I find stunning boots that fit, I can wander around in fetish wear and most people don't even blink.

It is also one of the saddest times of the year for me.  There are events in my past that happened around Halloween.  Deaths, accidents, woe to rend your heart.  But that is in the past.

I have been cleaning the house for a party.  It is not only a great thing to do, it has been cathartic.  I have been purging things that I just don't need, and haven't needed for quite a few years.  Even if I still fit into the pants from High School, I do NOT need them.  The paddles, crops and other things, on the other hand...

It is interesting to me how long I have been interested in the kinkier side of life.  I could never be a Vegan for the simple fact of my love of leather.  I have tried 'vegan leather' and have found it lacking.  Vinyl and rubber are o.k, but they still do not have the same feel.

The party is supposed to be a mellow thing, not quite vanilla.  They never last that way.  My play space is the house.  Most think that to be a Dominant, you need a black, leather shrouded basement room with all sorts of wonderfully nasty implements.  If you have read any of my writing, you know that is not how I think.  I do have 'stations', a flogging post in one room, a massage area in another, for instance.  And this year, I have plans for a bond fire in the back yard with a shelter open to it, but that can be made private for...other activities.

I will have to see if I can get several changes of costume together.  I know I am going to go through several with what I hope happens.

Now, where did I put that old flogger I found...

Miss R

Beginning Journey

October 24, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

It is hard to sit.  I left your side less than an hour ago and I cannot stay still.  It isn’t the waiting for the plane.  It isn’t the awful molded plastic seats.  It is the hand prints you left on my ass before we left the parking structure.

The lot was mostly full as you drove us in, taking a ticket from the machine and winding your way up the levels.  You found a place near the elevator, but did not allow me to leave the van as you pulled my luggage from the back.  You opened the side doors and a simple command brought me through the van and kneeing on the edge of the doorway.  You motioned and I turned, my back to you as I knelt.

I can feel each finger of your hand as I try to stay still.  You had pushed me forward and pulled down my pants.  My underwear was little padding against the two smacks you landed on me.  Each cheek still smarts and feels warm even through my pants.

You pulled the underwear down and looked at me, my ass in the air as a family walked past, talking about their vacation.  I knew they could not see me in the van, but it still made my stomach flutter thinking they may be able to tell what you were doing.

I gasped and bit my lip when I felt your fingers go into me.  I thought you were going to fuck me right there and I could feel the heat of my face was almost as hot as my ass.  You played with me making me hold back moans and then stopped.  It was exquisite frustration.

You pulled my clothing back into place and rubbed where you had left your hand print.  You let me come out of the van and I was unsteady and I almost tripped on the way to the elevator.  I still am feeling little tremors as I sit here, trying to not show how your attentions excited me.

I don’t know how I am going to last the four hour trip home.

Thank you.

Poem of the day

October 20, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

I am your fantasy

You imagine, and I am the form it takes

The look, the feel, the sensation

The leather, the rope, the sweat

Fantasy for an hour

The glow lasts for days

Real life chafes, the fantasy is strong

Imagine, the feet you kneel at

Look up, see your fantasy come to life

After Party Part 2

October 5, 2011 / posted in Pictorials / No Comments

The red vest was off and I started to work on the lace top.  I was almost ready to let the girls out for the night. »Read More

After Party

October 4, 2011 / posted in Pictorials / No Comments

It was 3 in the morning after a Play Party and I was caught by the photographer as I was putting things away for the night.

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A gift

September 25, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

She looked at the little red box.  It had been left on the table along with the envelope with his payment.  She had known him long enough to know that he had given her what had been negotiated, never less, and sometimes a little more.  The red box was new.

She had not mentioned anything about a birthday or anniversary or even a holiday.  He had left something for her, just because.

She ignored the envelope and picked up the box.  Not too big and not heavy.  It did rattle, though.  The red foil top was sealed down with a small piece of tape easily slit with her fingernail.  She opened the box and smiled.

Two things were in the box.  The practical of the two was gift card for a local store.  She had seen him there several times while she was shopping.  It was good to know he paid attention.  The second item was a key.

It was a small key with a plastic coating on the end.  It could have been for just about anything.  She couldn’t see the brand mark under the plastic.  The brass colored key was obviously new.

The one part of the gift she knew what she was going to do with.  She had been eyeing something for a while and now she knew she could afford it.  The other...  She started to put the box back together when she saw that there was a folded piece of paper in the bottom.

It was his handwriting.  All it said was, “for next time”, with a web address written under that.  She smiled and went to her computer to look it up.  She smiled wider when she saw what they key went with.

The key in it’s box was labeled and put into his file.  She nodded to herself and looked forward to using it on him.  It was always nice to know what her clients wanted, and this was going to be fun.

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