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.
Your favourite way to see me. Presenting myself to you. To you. My Owner. My Master. My Sir. You own every single part of me. I gave it to you, handed it to you that very first night. You know the one. The one that’s just for us to know. The one where you changed … Continue reading You: Owner of everything me.
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)
He loves it when she begs to be on top. Begs to ride his magnificent, beautiful, heaven sent, angel crafted, rock hard, blood engorged member. His cock. His throbbing shaft. He is more than happy to oblige her. Is more than willing to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, as her beautiful body grinds … Continue reading On Top.
The night is black. Not your classic type of ebony though. No. Tonight is…different. A thick, dense kind of black. An ‘under the blankets’ suffocating kind of black. It has a tone. A feel. A vibe. An energy. I’m not a hippie but it’s true. It seems to swallow everything in its wake. All sounds. … Continue reading Hush. (1)
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.
“Heel.” My ears perk at the command. I trot over to you, sitting in your armchair, on all fours. You smile affectionately at your human-turned-puppy. It’s so easy. With just a snap of your fingers you can turn me into whatever form you want. And today, that form happens to be an obedient, docile, puppy. … Continue reading Forever His Pet.
Today Sir, I am in a mood. A sauntering, swaggering kind of mood. I want to seduce you. I want your eyes glued to every movement of my slinking body. I would don your favourite pair of lingerie. I would keep my hair the wild, untamed mess that it so often is. I would paint … Continue reading The Power Exchange.
She screamed into the cyclone. Hair whipping around her face. Tearing at her skin. She cursed the gods as pellets of ice sprayed her torn face. The wind around her swirled wickedly. Faster. Faster. A deadly storm. That’s what she was. Fatal. Lethal. Spit flew from her chapped lips as she hurled curse after curse … Continue reading A Living Storm.
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