I’m having a mid-kink identity crisis. I’ve come to notice it’s not as easy as, “I think therefore I am” within the kink community or kinky mindset. Over the years I’ve evolved into my own image of what I want to embody as kink. There are certain activities I won’t engage in and others I … [Tell me more…]
Before we began, she gave me a simple instruction. “Until I say otherwise, you are not to make a sound.” I nodded in agreement. As I stood there, naked aside from the purple see-through underwear, she began to work the rope around my torso. I didn’t know what she had in store for me, yet I couldn’t help getting erect at … [Tell me more…]
He closed his eyes and smiled, his face pressing between my toes like Play-Doh, oozing around the painted pretties. I half halfheartedly returned a smile but continued to read my book nearly unfazed by him. A grown man on his knees, dressed in a decent suit covering his face with my feet, kissing my soles, and sniffing … [Tell me more…]
He sits now at my feet, not only minutes ago moaning and squirming in my bed as he exploded into his hand and down his stomach in spurts. Today was his masturbation day. Each week he is required to masturbate on the same three days, sometimes supervised sometimes not. Today I watched. I scratched … [Tell me more…]
I looked on in apprehension as she wrapped the plastic around my body. She then proceeded to tape tightly around my every muscle. The feeling of constriction must have shown in my face, because my Mistress suddenly looked pleased. “Can you kneel?” She asked. I explained that I would try, but that I wasn’t certain … [Tell me more…]
The boy has asked for more D/s in his life. I’ve been cautiously giving him a little taste here and there hoping to tide him over until I decide if he’s ready for a full course meal. He has now told me he is hungry and he has a craving. Externally he can handle nearly … [Tell me more…]
In the dark, cool basement of the party I listened to the moans and screams of pain and pleasure around me. As my Mistress tied me up in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross, I could hear the slapping of leather against flesh behind me. To my right, I spotted a woman’s rear turning a … [Tell me more…]
It hadonly been a week or so since our scene at the play party, the one where I made him cry. The intensity correlating between his eagerness to gain forgiveness and my blatant hostility to forgive him made our next session even more raw. I don’t recall how things started. I just remember that one … [Tell me more…]
I said the words more sternly than I had intended but I still enjoyed the effect of his wide eyes and immediate obedience. He stripped down to his undies and stood before me hands neatly behind his back. I looked down at the underwear disapprovingly over the rim of my glasses. “You won’t be needing … [Tell me more…]