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…
Tag: power exchange
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.
I don’t know who I am without you
When he passed away, something extraordinary happened: I survived.
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)
I don’t wonder
And on this one in a billion moment when an arbitrary product of billions of years of evolution picked to be the start of just one of another billion years to come... You chose to be with me.
Bring it On
She lingered her fingers over his nipples, down his side, over his hips, and and around his ass as she came back to the front and, with a light touch, ran them down his torso until they were encircling his cock, which was already showing signs of intrigue.
The Photograph
It had arrived gift wrapped on her 29th birthday. A tarnished silver 5x7 frame holding the only remaining copy of a photograph taken years earlier. Enclosed was a simple, unsigned note: Remember that once upon a time, you were cherished. She’d thrown the framed photo back into the padded envelope it had arrived in… Continue reading The Photograph
On holding a dominant to his own rules
That's not what I wanted, but it's what he thought was best and he was the Dom.
When they get it right
People don't just go from zero to Domly with me. It's a process. First, I have to have enough interest to play with them at all, and then the play has to be interesting enough for me to want to do it again. For most of them, that's where it ends. Semi-regular or regular-ish playmate.… Continue reading When they get it right
I will not break
Life tried to break me and I got stronger.
