I have lost my favourite flogger (can you believe it?!). I can only think that I must have left it in the hotel where I last used it but they haven’t seen it… I am really quite upset about it.
I am not a toy whore… despite my buying frenzies, a toy is just a toy, I don’t care about them, but BUT… BUT… this one, this one is the only one that has ever felt like it was part of me. I have had it forever, its strands are wide, and worn-in, softish, I can either sting … Continue Reading
Leading by example
I try to treat my boy the way I like to be treated… not with the hitting and the hurting (silly!), but with our normal human interactions. I know that will shock some people *shocker!*, but really it shouldn’t and I hope the shocked are in the minority (I suspect so, I know enough of you to know that you all live in the real world…).
I speak to him honestly, I am clear with my expectations, I keep my word, I mean what I say and say what I mean, I am considerate, I read his moods and … Continue Reading
Buckling
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 face between his legs, he widens his stance. I suck the soft flesh of his inner thighs into my mouth and suddenly snap my teeth … Continue Reading