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...

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.

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?

Iron rings in the concrete floor

Chains or rope?

That is the question.