You make kissing noises at me, from the side there, not really looking at me. I smile and watch your mouth, your lips pressing together, pursing, then opening slightly, you are trying not to smile back at me, your face deliberately and cutely serious, the gentle sucking noise soft and moist and enticing.

“Are you making kissing noises at me?”

You smirk, “Of course, Ma’am!”

I laugh and grab the back of your head and pull your mouth to me, you open immediately, and I feel you become soft and pliant, while your body gets hard and desperate, like a … Continue Reading

We are on Skype having a chat when the phone rings. He is expecting a call, excuses himself, picks it up. I stay online and listen to his end of the conversation, waiting for him to finish. I get a little bored and send him an instant message.

“Say ‘horrendous’.”

He messages back, “Yes Ma’am…”

There is a smile in his voice as he continues his conversation. I can hear him stifling the grin as he thinks about it. A minute or so later, I hear him say in exaggerated disbelief, “That’s horrendous!!”.

I giggle like a six year … Continue Reading

I don’t want ‘play’, the pretty, the tools, the toys, the games, the amusement, the cute, the acts, the implements, the controlled, the measured give and take, the things.

I want violence, force and shoving and slapping and tearing at flesh and smashing you to the ground and not giving a fuck about you. I want fear and helplessness and tears and surrender and panic and animal lust. I want growling and screaming and grunting and gasping for breath. I want that fucking violence, that desperation, that grabbing selfish need, messy and passionate and out of control.

I miss … Continue Reading

They go to a caning workshop, sit on the comfortable couch, touching gently, watching the woman in leather deftly wield the instruments, listening intently to her explanations as she demonstrates her craft.

She strokes his puppy head, he shifts closer to touch more of her, she leans into him now and then to whisper about what they are seeing. She had never been so interested in canes, she is not a sadist (she sees him smile at that, a soft, amused ‘yes Ma’am’ wanting to trip off his tongue, she shushes him and continues…), she is not a sadist, so … Continue Reading

Regular readers may have seen this photo of my boy already.

However he is now on show at Male Submission Art (ETA: Unfortunately this site is no more :(), so I wanted to give you a little encouragement to go over there if you aren’t familiar with the site.

Male Submission Art aims to focus on “art and visual erotica that depicts masculine submission”, and it does so very well, with many many beautiful images of submissive men that are far superior to those we more commonly see in stereotypical scenarios.

As for my boy, well… pretty pretty… *swoon*… Continue Reading

I push him down to his knees and pull his mouth against me. He shoves his face into my cunt and licks at me, eager, desperate. I let him thrust his tongue into me, hold him hard against me, shove my hips towards him, his movements insistent and rhythmic, I close my eyes and relax into him. I push-pull at his head, moving it away from me, turning it. He fights me, kisses whatever part of my body he can reach, his lips and tongue caressing my skin. I feel him angling to get back to my cunt.

“I’m going … Continue Reading