He wears black boxer briefs, also a rope corselet in white, a rope pentagram harness in white and red, a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, a ball gag, a blindfold, he is kneeling.
I clip his wrist cuffs to the rope at his belly, I examine the ties, the loops, the smoothness of the rope around him, reach between his legs to pull the ends forward, through his legs and up to attach it to … Continue Reading
I shall call him richie.
We have caught up three, maybe four times in the last few months. We eat, we drink, we talk. We have spent quite a few hours together, we get along well, but we are not a romantic relationship match.
He is a pretty boy, who thinks he is not. He doesn’t look in the mirror and see who he is, but who he is not.
He has no experience, … Continue Reading
The proposition leads to a yes leads to a discussion leads to a negotiation.I send him a play list. It lists all the activities that I may want to do with him.
It is not a ‘will do’ list. It is a ‘might, possibly, maybe, if it feels right, these are in the realms of possibility’ list.
He gets to rate them from 0 to 5, he gets to add to them, he gets to … Continue Reading
This was the first email I sent to my boy waaaayyy back when.
Subject: Your profile
It’s just about perfect. Funny, smart, even more funny, a bit idiotic, clever, totally original and… well, really impressive. I loved it…what a delight you are.
I hope you find what you are looking for. I expect that profile will attract the right attention, hopefully in the right location.
Ferns
A flurry of emails followed after his cute and … Continue Reading
“I have a proposition for you…”
He looks at me curiously, tilts his head… “Oookkk?”
I smile, “I’m thinking that I’d like to do some rope bondage with you.”
He looks away from me, bondage is one of his kinks, he is a complete newbie, has no experience. He is suddenly shy, awkward, he smiles nervously, starts to say something.
I interrupt him, “Don’t answer now, I want you to have a think about it.”… Continue Reading
I have, in the last 7 months, formed a close and very sweet and affectionate bond with a submissive remote from me.
I joined Second Life to explore what it was about. I had time on my hands, I was emotionally wrung out, I was curious, I was skeptical.
I talked to a lot of people there, it is like a series of chat rooms, with pictures… I didn’t ‘get’ SL D/s, but I was … Continue Reading
I watch him hurting and I can’t fix it.
Sometimes I make it worse with a thoughtless comment or a passing throwaway that cuts him, I don’t even realise I have pierced his skin until I see the blood seeping quietly from the wound, until I see him backing slowly away from me. He retires to a corner to lick it, silently curled up into himself, I imagine an accusatory look being thrown my way … Continue Reading
