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Bruised Meat

There was much hitting (as one would expect) during our playtime. Pinned, arms bound criss-cross, I could not stop Him. Despite twisting, turning, wriggling, He slapped arms, thighs, that OMG-TOO-TENDER! spot where ass and thigh meet…and my tits. His hands … Continue reading

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HNT ~ D/s Style

I’m still floating. Still in a really, really good headspace. I’m pretty much an “up” person these days, with occasional dips into low places, but then again, that’s part of the human condition, right? But after playtime with Him? I’m … Continue reading

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Thanks(giving) for the Mammory Memories

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States, and the annual tradition of turkey and stuffing and all that good food and companionship and family and friends–and the time to give thanks for our many blessings–is upon us. I do give thanks … Continue reading

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“Painterly” Bruises HNT

He really nailed my tits with His wicked little cane. It’s so thin, so innocuous looking. But the way He flicks it across, over, and around my breasts is wicked and painful and, of course, wonderful. I love it, even … Continue reading

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HNT-Mammory Memories

How I hope to revisit this particular vision when we meet this weekend… (Master, will you cane my tits? I’ve been fantasizing about it endlessly…?) (*sound of deep, dark laughter* Oh nilla, you silly little slut. I’d be happy to make … Continue reading

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HNT- Bruised Memories

I’d asked for it specifically. Pleassssssse Master, please work my tits over, hard. Don’t spare me…I…need it. I begged for a week or more before our meeting…and this is what came of it. It’s a fond memory, one of pain … Continue reading

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