We are watching television. He sits on the ground beside the couch, at my feet, a cushion I bought for ten cents at the school fete under his arse to keep him off the cold tiles. The ‘butt cushion’ I have dubbed it. I can feel his energy as he sits there quietly, it emanates from him in waves, invisible threads drawing me in. I feel the pull in my fingertips, in the pit of … Continue Reading

It is in the way you surrender, a quiet, unspoken, gentle offering of yourself, inevitable, unquestioning. It is in the way you bow your head and wait, even without experience, you know, like you have seen inside my head, you understand exactly how to elicit that aggressive response from me, to raise that hunger that you love. It is in the way you look sideways at me, find the courage to be cocky, checking, checking … Continue Reading

You come to me and kneel. You hand me the collar, the collar that I have given you: my collar, leather and steel, the engraving claiming you as my property.

“Please Ma’am, will you put your collar on me?”

It makes me smile every time you ask me, every single time, it makes me melt, it brings you close, sometimes I reach to kiss you, and always, I say “Yes”.

I put the collar around … Continue Reading

He gazes up at me, trust, I tell him what I want, he looks scared, he starts to shake. His face contorts as he tries to comply, he is embarrassed, mortified, insecure, he looks like he might cry, he apologises.

His open vulnerability is stunning, beautiful, I feel myself melt, it starts at my cunt and spreads from there, I stroke him, his shaking doesn’t abate, his expression tortured, it makes me want to absorb … Continue Reading