I was thinking about power dynamics today. No surprise, but I’ve been fortunate enough to be developing a new dynamic lately, so it’s especially on my mind.
I was thinking about how intensely erotic and fulfilling it feels to claim ownership of someone, and to be owned.
At …
I’ve been negotiating with some of my playmates how we can play together as a group. This is new ground for me, and it’s both exciting... and challenging.
I don’t have tons of experience with intense, ongoing D/s dynamics. I’ve done some of that, but …
Sometimes I wonder if I could be a good “top”.
See, I’m switchy. That doesn’t even really cover it, actually: “switchy” kind of suggests I might like switching sometimes. No. I need to be submissive. And I also need to be dominant. Yeah, I have a given mood …
She remembered the first time she was told, “Kneel.”
It had come as a surprise. They’d been playing around in bed, undressing each other, kissing, toucing; usually a prelude to sex, but this time…
“Kneel.”
She’d done as she was told. On her knees, on the bed, hands …
Look, don’t get me wrong. I definitely want to make your brains drip out your cunt, leaving you locked in place on your knees, trembling and obedient, awaiting the snap of Master’s fingers.
But I also want you to be a happy, healthy, independent human being.
So forget …
Somone on tumblr, way back when: I miss being dominated physically - a hand on my throat and a hand pulling my hair
I’ve grown to love pulling hair and handling throats. But I’m not much into harm (and I’d rather stick with safer ways of indulging my …
When Meghan moved in, Lydia hoped she wasn’t gonna be stuck up like some of her other roommates.
Lydia never bothered with panties anymore.
There was this narrow hall in the center of their apartment. The front door was there, their bedrooms opposite, and then the kitchen and living …
Kneel
On display, toys obey
Put your hands behind your back
On display, toys obey
Stay still while you’re collared
On display, toys obey
Repeat your mantra
On display, toys obey
Remember this posture
On display, toys obey
Forget everything else
On display, toys obey
Stare and sink
At the sound of the trigger, her hand relaxed on the chain.
Stare and sink
The anger and confusion drained from her pretty face.
Stare and sink
She slid smoothly to her knees, into an unremembered but familiar posture.
Stare and sink
Her eyes grew glazed and …
You see someone jogging down the street, someone gorgeous. Black shorts, strong thighs, iPhone strapped to the curve of their bicep. Skin taut, muscles glistening.
And sure, the thought flickers across your mind: you want to have sex with them. But it’s not just animal penetration you imagine, or …