He is tied down, face up when I come back to him and all is a blur, a strobe light of glimpses and moments, time is disjointed and I look at the disarray around me and know that I caused it.

Waxing, nipple clamps, biting, facial contortions, cock slapping, tiny holes from the wartenberg wheel, smacking all over, biting biting, shock, ball stretching, a chain in his mouth, metallic kissing, desperate breathing, riding his mouth, … Continue Reading

I tell him to get the paddle. He returns to where I am sitting on the edge of the bed, kneels before me and offers it up to me. I smile at him, he gives me a cheeky look back.

“Spanking, baby…” I announce, unnecessarily.

“But… but… I’ve been a good boy!” he mock-protests, his eyes wide. He is funny.

I cup his face to me and kiss him gently, he leans into it, and … Continue Reading

I am crouching in front of him, his hard cock (my cock) in front of my face, but I am not interested in the cock right now.

I am nipping at him, biting, which is the thing that has driven him closest to safewording with me. I nuzzle at his skin, lips and softness, tongue lapping at him, he pushes his flesh towards me, flinching when I close my teeth on it. I push my … Continue Reading

1. My collar, leather and steel, engraved with my claim on him as my property. There is a ritual in putting it on and taking it off. He kneels and asks me if he may put it on. I say yes (of course, I say yes!). It is locked around his neck with a small padlock. He must ask, also, if he needs to take it off. It is beautiful on him.

2. A leather bracelet with

I made him get naked on our first meet.

He had accompanied me to my apartment after we had spent some hours together. He was unbearably sweet, sinking under me almost visibly from the first; it was tangible, his submission… I could see it between us, taste it, feel it. He had already offered to head off home, breezily and sweet, happy to have met me, spent some time with me, content to catch up … Continue Reading