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Tag Archives: painslut
…I forget how much pain really hurts. I know. It sounds stupid when you say it aloud, doesn’t it? (If you’re submissive, I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that you “grok”, right?) We managed to eke out a small face … Continue reading
It was like a breath, held and waiting for exhalation. That long, long pause as she lay spread, legs raised high, tied to the topmost notch in the tall four-post bed, waiting. The bite of the clothes pins, the rub … Continue reading
I’m at that point where I can’t quite find the time, nor the energy for writing. I DO have tales to spin, and yet…it’s a dreary day here in the northeast and I find all I really want to do … Continue reading
It’s been a hectic two weeks since Master and I played. It’s amazing the things that float to the surface even now. Little things, some big things. I remember (now) that He’d forgotten Sir Wolf’s bag of wicked whips (aaawww…*giggle*). … Continue reading
We talked about how long it’s been. It’s been a long long time. And He is very sure that He’s going to be ramping up Master’s Pain Delivery System…”Toy’s you haven’t seen in a long while, slut.” I don’t answer. … Continue reading
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
I’ve been mulling over this…this freaky thing we do…questioning my needs. And then realized I don’t need to justify anything. Just like I have bright blue eyes, I am kinky. Just like I like chocolate, I like to be beaten. … Continue reading
Dateline: Thanksgiving evening The house is cleaned up, the dishes are washed, pies and other foodstuffs have been divvied up. Things are back in their proper places and the house is poised for the sounds of young children to begin … Continue reading
I’m feeling it…that burgeoning of desire that I’ve held in stasis, tight within a chrysalis. It’s hung there, deep inside me, waiting. Slowly growing, sometimes the pressure to burst free just this side of manageable. I’ve not talked about it … Continue reading