Bed Box confinement "Milord?" I queried quietly. The door opened to my box. I really thought I'd hate the bed box for being so confining, but really, it was more like a cozy little apartment, so I found it quite tranquil. Soft light filled the small area letting me know it was dusk. I must … Continue reading Bed Box – 2
He texted me. One word. PREPARE. It was up to me to decipher what he wanted me to prepare for. I did what I thought he would like and then waited, clearing my mind, preparing mentally for the evening ahead, hoping I had prepared enough.
C – BDSM Alpabet
Oh, so many possibilities - Collar, Cuff, Cum, Cock and Ball torture, Clips, Cuffing, Cupping, cane, candles, Chastity, clamps, cock ring - the possibilities really are close to endless. Sadly, I'm just going to concentrate on one. (Of course, if anyone would like my opinion/explanation for another, just leave a comment!) CUFFS: I absolutely adore … Continue reading C – BDSM Alpabet
Are you frightened? Instruction
Are you frightened, Love? You should be. For the next few hours you will be deprived of your sight. You will be dependent upon me as your guide. You're only opportunity to change this situation is to use your safe word. Barring that one tiny word, you will do as I say with whom I … Continue reading Are you frightened? Instruction
I’ve been mooned!!!
So today was the elcipse, right? So, one is not supposed to look at the sun with the naked eye, right? Milord had a clever idea. If we can't look at the some with the naked eye, then we - or at least I - should be naked while viewing it (behind protective glasses, of … Continue reading I’ve been mooned!!!
Getting Ready – an Open Letter to Gentlemen
Gentlemen, It is an honor to be seen with you, to be with you. Know that we prepare for this honor sometimes for hours. We shower, shave, slather lotion on, dry our hair, curl or straighten it, arrange it in an up do, braid it. We perfume our bodies. We pluck or wax our legs, … Continue reading Getting Ready – an Open Letter to Gentlemen
No one Knows our Passion
No one besides a few close friends who share our ideas know. No one who would look at me would know. No one I work with knows. My family doesn't know. I don't want them to know, not because I'm ashamed. I'm not ashamed at all! It's simply no one else's business what goes on between … Continue reading No one Knows our Passion