An experiment this fine Sunday…
I know many readers have enjoyed my boy’s writing, and I thought it would be interesting to invite you to ask him questions (actually, it was his idea… soon he will be taking over this blog!). So, if you are curious enough to wonder about him, now’s your chance to prod and poke at him… (c’mere, baby, it won’t hurt a bit…).
To kick this off, I thought I … Continue Reading
I don’t want ‘play’, the pretty, the tools, the toys, the games, the amusement, the cute, the acts, the implements, the controlled, the measured give and take, the things.
I want violence, force and shoving and slapping and tearing at flesh and smashing you to the ground and not giving a fuck about you. I want fear and helplessness and tears and surrender and panic and animal lust. I want growling and screaming and … Continue Reading
They go to a caning workshop, sit on the comfortable couch, touching gently, watching the woman in leather deftly wield the instruments, listening intently to her explanations as she demonstrates her craft.
She strokes his puppy head, he shifts closer to touch more of her, she leans into him now and then to whisper about what they are seeing. She had never been so interested in canes, she is not a sadist (she sees him … Continue Reading
I am sunken low and depleted, for reasons, these reasons, those reasons, the other reasons, all of which bore even me. My boy is charming me, being cute and funny and papering over the widening cracks with tenderness.
He writes, bolstering me during the tedious day with email after email full of kindnesses and beauty. He ends one with:
“I miss you Ma’am and again I’m thinking about you sweetheart…”
The ‘sweetheart’ (sweetheart!) is unlike … Continue Reading
There were only four questions from last week’s Sunday curiosity… so how did this post end up being so long? Discuss.
dan englishman said…
What is your first dominant memory? My submissive memory involves a girl next door, both of us too young to be playing anything more than show and tell…her persuading me to go first, manipulates the situation…i give in, show her what she wants to see and she ran off and … Continue Reading
This is my boy’s version of Marking territory, thank you baby.
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She and I will separate tomorrow morning, so kneeling in the bathtub in front of her, while she showers, I want to be slapped, to get stunned out of the depression I feel already creeping up on me. Sometimes when I am kneeling and move to kiss her body, to slip my tongue into her, she will hold my head and position … Continue Reading