I ordered a new toy a while ago. Suction. Pulse waves. Vibration. It’s heaven with ten different functions. I had a free pass the day I got it. As many orgasms as I could crank out for a single day. I was ecstatic. And yet, the whole time I was thinking how much better it … Continue reading So I got a new toy…
He had left her there. All day it felt like. In reality it had only been forty minutes. Forty minutes of being secured to the bed. Hands tied to each corner. Knees folded and tied flush with the sheets. The vibrator strapped to her clit. Her poor fucking clit. The vibrator was set low. A … Continue reading “No.”
A thick string of saliva followed Christian’s fingers as he withdrew them from Jane’s pretty lips. He watched those eyes of hers…those endless pools of burnt sienna, now wholly glazed over with burning desire. With need. With yearning. He opened the door for her and helped her get in, of course not without a sharp … Continue reading Familiar Strangers. (3)
It was a regular day, or so she thought. Jane had just gotten back from work and was absolutely spent. Exhausted. Wiped out. She was rather looking forward to spending the evening with Christian, her Sir. Maybe they’d take the dogs for a long walk outside of town. Maybe she’d get started on a three … Continue reading Surprise. (A Jane and Christian chapter)
This picture fucking terrifies me. Feet anchored. Chained to the ground. Immovable. Head, hands clasped in designated notches. Immovable. My claustrophobia is threatening to choke me. When, honestly, I’d much rather you be choking me instead… But as much as it terrifies me, as much as I can feel myself fighting against it, I’m still…curious. … Continue reading Pushing Limits.
The vibrations start. Wild. Intense. Buzzing and buzzing against my little button. Against that particular bundle of nerves that you never fail to stimulate. Instantly I am pulling at my restraints. My back arching off the mattress. My fists furling. Muscles quivering. “Oh sweetheart. I don’t hear you counting.” You lean over, wickedly grinning, and … Continue reading Hush. (3)
I open my mouth to scream but…the only sound that comes out is a croaked yelp. You can smell the fear. The air is saturated with it. You don’t let it bother you however. You know in the back of my head, somewhere deep, deep in my subconscious, I know that I’m safe. I know … Continue reading Hush. (2)
Tie me Sir. It’s when I’m most vulnerable. When I’ve been the closest to uttering that two syllable word we’ve agreed upon. And it is when I’m at my most vulnerable where the magic happens. When all choices have been handed off to You. When all trust has been placed into Your hands without hesitation. … Continue reading Tie Me.
There’s nothing like rope biting through your skin. Heating up your wrists. Ankles. You don’t struggle against them because you want out. No. You struggle against them to be reminded of how tight they are. To be reminded that there is no escaping. To be reminded just how helpless you are. Just as a toy … Continue reading The Heat of the Rope.
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