I want to submit because I want to feel control again. Sounds weird, right? Usually people talk about submission as the idea of giving up control.
Category: Kinkstuff
Kink, BDSM, Power Exchange, Bondage – these posts don’t hold back.
Let adults be adult (rant)
About two years ago, the adult industry was under attack. By banks. They were shutting down accounts of known adult performers. Last year, my local dungeon had to go cash only for a night because their credit card processing account had been shut down, despite it being a registered charitable organization. Why? 'Cause of the… Continue reading Let adults be adult (rant)
A different kind of B.B.W (Smut)
You're led out of the house by a tight fist grabbing hold of your hair. He orders you to get in the car, and while he's fiddling with the back seats, he tells you to start masturbating. You're already wet, of course. You had been for hours. He has that effect on you. It takes… Continue reading A different kind of B.B.W (Smut)
Can you tell me how to get…
Clamps one and two were fastened to each nipple from the top; the chain lifted and inserted into her mouth where it was held between clenched teeth. Clamps three and four, also each attached to her nipples, but from the bottom.  The chain lay resting against her belly. He hovered over her. A third chain… Continue reading Can you tell me how to get…
On Submission
Too often, the term "submissive" is thrown about as something that is below or beneath its dominant counterpart. I don't think that's how it works.
The Collar
I have lots of collars. Â Lots and lots and lots. Â They're accessories, though, like the many many rings i have and wear when I'm dressing up for a special occasion. But not like the rings I keep tucked in a special box in my jewelry drawer: Â my engagement and wedding rings. Those are different. Â Those… Continue reading The Collar
I don’t know who I am without you
When he passed away, something extraordinary happened: I survived.
No, No, No….Yes.
"No, No, No..." The words came out and I knew I didn't mean them. Still riding the wave of that orgasm, I wanted the pain. I craved it.
Remember the parenthetical (or, talk about the fine print; or, honor all your dimensions)
I'd just started my new job (ten years ago) and I was having dinner with my colleagues in...I think it was in Teaneck? Maybe Philly? Whatever. They were the "cool kids" colleagues. The senior staff on location at this event had all gone to some fancy schmancy restaurant and the rest of us "kids" opted… Continue reading Remember the parenthetical (or, talk about the fine print; or, honor all your dimensions)
The Ask: Kinky Edition
Apparently I have a superpower: I can ask for what I want with minimal fear. It's not a super power, really. It might be why I'm well-suited for my job (asking people for large sums of money to fund a charitable organization). Here's the trick: I ask for things people pretty much want to give.… Continue reading The Ask: Kinky Edition
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