‘I’ve never done this before, you have to show me…’
‘Yes Ma’am, I’ll show you, here…like this, you can do it like this…’
‘Like this boy?’
‘No, you can do it tighter… there… and then…’
‘Tight enough now? And what if I do it up this way? How’s that?…’
‘That’s good…nice… but you can be much rougher with me…you are holding back…’
‘Yes, yes, I am… until I see the impact… ok… this? How’s this … Continue Reading
He slid off the couch and sat at her feet. He lowered his cheek to her knee and rested there. She idly stroked his face, running her fingers through his hair, he almost imperceptibly rubbed his cheek against her leg as she stroked him. She could almost imagine him purring, but he was silent, his eyes closed as she petted him. Her hand left him to turn a page of her book, and she felt … Continue Reading
I pass you some cards, face down on the table and wait for you to select one and turn it up, watching your expression as you do. And it makes me smile because of course what is on the cards is random, scary, fun, silly, painful, horrible, delicious. And for once, I let you keep your clothes on because it makes you feel safe and protected, and the cards will take care of that soon … Continue Reading
I put you to bed at 5am, some four hours ago, and I am thinking about you now, trying to work, instead, thinking about you, naked and tied, thinking about you saying ‘thank you Ma’am’ to me, thinking about you, and it’s incredibly hot. I have the entire reel in my head and I play it with different themes (hard, hissy, snarly ‘get on that bed now, boy’ with slapping and spitting; or it being … Continue Reading
He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, she put a blindfold on him, smoothing the silk over his eyes. Unable to resist his mouth, she kissed him again, nudging at his lips, soft kisses, opening his mouth with hers, gently licking at his tongue, holding him at the back of his neck to bring him to her, his mouth searching for her as she pulled away.
‘Undress me’ she instructed him.
He felt … Continue Reading
She beckoned him onto the bed and he quickly placed her clothes over the chair and scrambled up.
“On your stomach, spread-eagle”, she commanded.
He stretched out on the bed face down and waited. She moved around the bed, gently putting the heavy leather cuffs on him and attaching them to the bedposts, hardly touching him, silent, the only sounds his breathing and the gentle clink of the buckles and clips as she attached them. … Continue Reading
He stands in position, his hands clasped behind his head, his feet shoulder width apart. He stretches his body, pulls his navel towards his spine, holds his muscles taut, his abs, his biceps, his thighs all slightly flexed, he knows she likes that. And he waits. He concentrates on keeping still, quelling his urge to shift, to fidget, he knows better. He listens for any sound, any hint that she is approaching. Time passes slowly.… Continue Reading