I placed slave Rouge's hands on the upper bar of the suspension frame. The metal contraption was painted bright red, the same color as the collar around the slave's neck. I could feel her nervousness. She was pretty much vibrating with it. She had never been fully suspended before. She knew there would be pain, but she was unsure how much of it. She probabl...
In these times of overvalued new cars and bleak employment outlook it pays to know how to buy a used car. Most of us are only three paychecks away from homelessness (finding the ideal location for a cardboard box will be covered in a future article). Because of this 'state of the union' being prepared to downsize from an SUV that burns premium unleaded gasol...
My Dom and I were not quite sure what to expect while we were directed through doors and hallways on my cell phone, being given instructions and pass codes to gain entry throughout the building. The time finally came when we arrived at our destination. When I had spoken with the people who ran the dungeon on the phone, the gentleman I spoke with stressed the...
She knelt before him. Her head was bowed, long auburn hair brushing against the peaks of breasts pushed forward by the position of her arms behind her back. She could not see him, but she felt him shift and heard him flick the rope coil open and begin to run the hemp through his hands with well-seasoned practice. "Hands on your head." She complied, autom...
Love it when my fuck hole gets to lick clean my cock after I've been up its asshole. So hot! Well, it's time to put my property back in its cage. "Crawl back to your cage, fuck hole" I said. "Yes Master" I cracked the whip on its nipples. It cowered as it crawled back to be locked up again. I needed to work on my suspension system. I wanted to be able t...
At a solid 5’10”, an amazonian figure, and brilliant red hair lesser woman call dyed, though never to your face, you cut an intimidating figure in your form fitting flight suit. On your hip you carry a stun whip and pistol. A bandolier draped across your shoulder (and oh so tastefully running between your breasts) contains the remaining tools of your trade....
Dear Journal: Day two with Sir... I wake alone, but the bed is still warm with note on the pillow "Pet, clean yourself dress in something comfortable, meet me in the restaurant. Tell the hostess the room number, they know what to do". I have a quick shower, put my hair up in a tidy roll, dress in soft slacks and a conservative blouse, with a pair of flats...
I've done this a hundred times but it's always fun. My lovely slave wife is waiting patiently sitting on an old coffee table we keep in the basement, not that she has much choice. I already have each of her her leather wrist cuffs loosely pulled toward the rafters and the floor with two simple ropes on each cuff. Her ankle cuffs are similarly tied. She's in...
I met James through CollarMe.com. He was getting back out there after having lost his long-term submissive to cancer, I was getting back out there after getting sober & losing a hundred pounds. We traded e-mails until I decided he wasn't likely to rob and/or rape me, and then I agreed to meet him at a family-style restaurant. Well, he was a perfect gentleman...
Peter and I grew rather close. He'd burned a couple of DVDs full of music for me, and I gave him an EP my band had recorded. That was a mistake, as my real name was listed in the credits. Peter was a gentleman, however, so told me his real name, too. That almost never happens with pro dommes. Sessions can be very intense — you're dealing with kinks that mos...