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Waves of Submission

During play time, things come in waves…times of interaction, greeting, choosing outfits, laying out our stuff. Times of touching and hurting and coming. Times of talking. Times of silence. Times of soft, quiet torture, followed by soothing strokes. So too … Continue reading

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HNT – A Slut, Relaxing

 

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HNT- Tit Grab

  OUCH! (That really fuckin’ hurt, Master.) (I had a bruise from His thumb right  ^ there for over two weeks!)

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HNT- A Well Spanked Ass

  Our time together was amazing. Not only because we hadn’t been together this way in months…but for the wonderful mix of tenderness and wicked pain. He started right away, as if His fingers had been itching to be turned loose on … Continue reading

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Today….

By now, I would have been fucked in the ass. Fucked in the ass, and the mouth, and the cunt. There would be huge bruises on my tits, on my ass. Welts. Oh, yes, there would be welts, too. Sitting … Continue reading

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HNT- nipples, tormented (Playtime)

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“Master, I’d Like You to Meet….

….Mr. Hitachi.” That’s how I rehearsed how I was going to introduce them, at least. My imaginings never quite match up to His reality. (Imagine that!) I left it out on the back of the bed (which is against the … Continue reading

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“Put That Leg Down!!”

I want to tell you every detail. I want to hold it all close to me and keep it private. Such is the quandary of a sex blogger! We have a good fucking time and want to brag about share it, … Continue reading

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Orgasm Overload

“You had an orgasm when I was pinching your nipples. Do you remember that?” His voice is deep, amused, tender. “No Master.” And I didn’t. There are vague memories of standing there, my back to His front, His hands gripping … Continue reading

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