Now we all know (don’t we, gentlemen?!) that approaching a dominant woman who you don’t know with a list of kinks that you would like to have done to you is inappropriate, as is asking to be her submissive/slave, asking her to train you, asking to serve or worship her, or telling her how she should dominate you, what she should wear, what she should say and how she should behave while doing it and … Continue Reading
Better than none
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed…
A kiss with a fist is better than none…
… Continue ReadingSomehow
Somehow when my boy is sweet to me, looks after me, cares for me, does something incredibly moving… when he wraps me up like that, it highlights our dynamic, and the contrast is part of what splits me wide open, breaks me into little pieces and shines a spotlight on the differential.
When I am predator and he is prey, he becomes small, soft, like a lion suddenly in a kitten’s tiny fuzzy body, he … Continue Reading
Professional online domination
Tribute must be included at first contact.
$50 for half an hour of IM.
$75 for half an hour of one way cam (she can see you, you cannot see her)
$100 for half an hour of two way cam.
Monthly contract for guaranteed IM, emails, photos, videos.
Phone domination at per-minute rate.
There will be no chance or possibility to meet, ever.
How do you react to the concept?
What if she has no … Continue Reading
Work shoes
Crash
I am already crashing up against him on the way home, seeking impact. He sees the aggression before we get inside, he probably saw it building hours before, and fed it quietly all night long… slipping scraps under the table into the hungry maw when I wasn’t looking. We are still giggling and being silly as I push him police-style into the apartment.
“Only cuts and bruises, no permanent damage please!” he declares. He makes … Continue Reading
Broken wing
We are going out, he grabs my coat and holds it open for me.
“Broken wing first!”, he blurts out quickly before I have even moved.
I look at him, “Which is it?”
He smiles, knows I am not kidding, I am hopeless. He nods at my right arm and holds the sleeve coat forward so that I can slip my hurt arm into it first.
I wince when I move it, which makes him … Continue Reading