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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

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

Snapshot Scene: Food play

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

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.

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Snapshot Scene: Candle Play

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

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Halloween

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

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