Why does a maintenance night thrill me so much? I know that by the time I go to sleep I will be sore in every place imaginable. You see, my HoH does not just maintain my bottom, he maintains my bottom, my nipples, by mouth, my anus, my pussy. I don't work on Wednesdays, so every Tuesday night is Maintenance Night, whether I want it or not. Actually, my wants...
Amber walks in holding a leash tightly in her hand, carrying a very small little bag as she drags her bond boy, She looks back at her slut and whispers "Come boy, we've got to get down to business today, I've got plans this afternoon." She tugs your leash a little more. You struggle against your strait jacket and your hood and mumble something as you stumbl...
This is to give a "behind-the-scenes" view of the writing of "Opening Him Up." I apologize it took so long to complete the story, but I thought it was worth it. This essay is more of a rambling to give those that are curious about how and why I wrote this story a look into my real mind. "Opening Him Up" is completely fictional. Some elements were taken and...
I admit it. I was being a bitch. I was pouting and even I didn't know why. The last few days, I'd been snapping at you and everyone else in my life. You knew I was moody before you made me yours, and actually seemed to enjoy bringing me back from my darkness. The little ones were tucked safely in their beds. I had checked on them and was surprised when you...
Her hair was silky-soft and her thighs moist... He came up behind her, his breath hot on the girls neck. His hands reached around to cup her breasts, twist and pinch her nipples A plea escaped from her, "Please! Take me!" "In time. We want to enjoy this" he growled in her ear. The girl squeezed her eyes shut, as if the waiting would cause her death. She...
It was a cool winter's evening, about 2 weeks before Christmas. Sir and I had decided to go out to a production in Lancaster, PA, where they held the Ren Faire in the summer time. The same place was doing a production of Christmas stories, written by Charles Dickens. And we had planned to go to dinner beforehand, at the pub that was open on the faire grounds...
She has been bad. She is sitting on the naughty step. Well to be more accurate she is chained to the short three-legged chair on the naughty step. The naughty step is a turn halfway up the stairs. The naughty step is in view of the front door. She is aware of this and it excites her. She is blindfolded. Her ankles are cuffed to a spreader bar. Her hands a...
It's was a cold Monday morning and I really did not feel like doing anything. As I lay in bed I wondered what the day would bring. I'm self employed so I knew if I wanted to take it easy I could. I'm a woodworking and I create BDSM furniture, the past weekend I was at a fetish show. Sales went through the roof so today I thought I would relax and enjoy the s...
She never took her eyes from him. He entered as he should, wearing only ankle and wrist cuffs. They were the beautiful set she'd had fashioned for him. The leather soft and supple, they fitted him perfectly, no studs or adornments of any kind, he needed none, he was a beautiful man a delight to behold and the simple elegant cuffs he wore signaled for all to...
***I hope that you, as readers, will enjoy this as much as I did writing it.*** I have to dance for you. You have told me that all you want from me now is to see the sensual swaying of my body to the music. I smile, of course, with my head down. Dancing for you is something that I rarely get to do, but it is something that I know you treasure. I rise from m...