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Hurts…So Much, So Good

I am an aching, bruised mess. My hair is mussed. Tied into tangles and knots it will take a deep conditioning to untangle. Seriously…it was soooo bad when he finally let me up off the bed, that I looked like … Continue reading

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Admonished (again!)

If you’ve been reading here any amount of time you’ve likely heard me talk about “Like Day.” The evolution of the day isn’t so important just now, just the information that this is the one day that I get an … Continue reading

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Sunday Texting, In Which He Totally Cracks Me Up

Master was away much of the weekend, and our texting time was very limited. Yet in only a few words, He can utterly destroy any pique I’m feeling, and transmogrify it into humor. And yes, I was feeling more than … Continue reading

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Tuesday, When He Pulls Out The Dom Card

I have a task. It’s fairly new, instituted at the end of January. And I was given a “pass” for  several weeks while I was really sick. But I’m not really sick anymore, in fact, nearly recovered. I forgot the … Continue reading

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Close

“Please, Sir, may I cum?” She was so close. That close. Hanging there, right on the edge of orgasm as his fingers slipped and twisted inside her pussy. Her hips undulated on the bed, waves of need rolling palpably from her … Continue reading

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Vibed

Legs open. Hips stretched to stress. Knees bent. Arms outstretched. She couldn’t move a fucking inch. Her fingers opened and closed, her knees flexed without movement, her head tossed side to side. The sweetly curved vibrator plunged relentlessly into her … Continue reading

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Squeeze (6)

The blindfold surprised her. Sir never used them, so she had to imagine that it was something Sir K had implemented. Hands parted her shirt baring her chest to their gazes, exposing her skin to the soft kiss of air, … Continue reading

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Winning Ticket (2)

Naked. If she could have, she’d have run from the room in embarrassment. He’d seen to it that she couldn’t…wouldn’t. Her breath hitched as she heard the giggles, the whispers, the low “mmmmmm’s” from somewhere in front and below her. … Continue reading

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Winning Ticket

“Ticket 363872,” called  Le Domme from the middle of the main stage. “C’mon folks, check your ticket stubs and don’t be shy!” There was a commotion from down front and a cute puppy girl raised her paw. “C’mon down, pup,” … Continue reading

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Pussy Burglar (3)

She was naked, tied quite firmly to the bed. His bed. The bed that she’d had all but two seconds to get out of before he’d caught her again. The miserable fuck. Her clothing wasn’t strewn about on the floor. Oh no, … Continue reading

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