Sunday, April 13, 2014

Begging

Please.
Please!
Please, Daddy...

In pain.
In nipple clamps.
Writhing against the bonds and the pain.

Please what?

Pause.
Breathe.

Focus.
Accept.

Absorb.

Yield.

Please... please let me suffer for you more...

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Delicious

3 kinds of nipple clamps.
Chains and leather bands.
One big black flogger.
And an orgasm.

Oh yes.
And a massage.

I wasn't even going to say that much.
My Master seemed disappointed.
He said I should add "More to come."

Was he talking about another post?
Or another event like today's?

In any case, it was a wonderful way to welcome Spring.

Thank you, Daddy.
And... to the other guy.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

For ever and always

I told him that I've decided to retire.
Next yea.
After my birthday.
Somehow, I'll manage to retire.
He wondered if I might not want to downside.
I can't see downsizing.
The house isn't really that big.
Rent would be more than my mortgage.
Though it's true, I suppose.
The cash from selling the house would help.
But an apartment...
that would be tricky.
With cats.
And a gentleman caller
who sometimes beats me.

So no, I told him.
I wasn't thinking of downsizing.

But then.
He wondered.
He asked.
"Other than yours truly,"
he asked.
What was keeping me here?

Other than him?
What else
what more
could I need beyond him?

What do I have,
whom do I know,
what could I need,
other than him
that could take me away?


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Sunday, March 23, 2014

I'm going to torture you, he whispered...

... so softly that I could hardly hear him.
He whispered other things, too,
which I heard even less. Aging
is taking vengeance on my hearing.
There were words here and there,
intensity overcoming inability.
I caught words, promises, warnings,
about begging, pleading, the implication
that these would accomplish nothing.

He didn't, you know.
Though I would have yielded, you know.
But he didn't.
He doesn't.
Not like that.
Not like his dark fantasies, his
desperate desires.

I held him fast all in my arms.
I said the right words and took him inside me.
and held him fast,
my fearsome fearful shape shifter,
and as he came so passed the spell
and he lay in my arms a naked man.

He protects me.

In the epic battle between Love and the Beast,
Love always wins.


One of my favorite versions of the referenced ballad, which is one of many dealing with love conquering the evil spell. "But first I'll change all in your arms..."


Thursday, March 20, 2014

Nipple clamps...

... in my future.
My very near, if undefined future.

My pussy is so aroused that she's screaming.
I do hope he lets me cum on Saturday.

Please, Daddy?
Please let me cum on Saturday?

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Sabotage

Home sick
sucking zinc
instead of cock.