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.
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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
A gift
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.
Piece of paper
He looked at the single sheet of writing paper I had just handed him from the ream I had brought with me. He was confused and looked back up at me. “Paper?”
I nodded. He looked at it, trying to see if it was more than the plain, store bought lined paper it was. I watched his confusion and frustration grow.
I handed him a pen. “Twenty lines.”
A flash of pain went across his face, but he knew not to argue. “Yes, Ma’am.”
It was a simple sentence, but it took him a while to write it as he was kneeling on the floor with his pants around his ankles. I waited and when he sat back up, I stood and held my hand out for the page. He had rushed on a few of the lines, but it was not the lines that was the point of the punishment.
I smiled, but not kindly. “Stand.” I took the pen from him as he stood, his bunched pants making it difficult for him to stand for a second. I marked the errors on the page and turned so that he could see the marks I put on the paper.
I walked to the open space on the wall and judged his height. I held the page onto the wall with my finger and moved so he could see. “Come here.”
He shuffled over and looked at the paper where I had marked it. He grimaced, but did not say anything. I positioned him and held his forehead against the wall, holding the paper to the wall, his eyes too close to see it, but he knew what was on the page.
“Stay there until I say you can move. And don’t let the page fall.” »Read More
Random Pic of the Day
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Sometimes a power tool won't do the job. A delicate touch and just a little lube will get the shaft into the hole. But be careful not to force it. It is always bad when you jam something.
A random pic of the day
I really like my toys. Sometimes I have problems choosing which to use...
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