One cheerleader dressed in pink. Check. One cheerleader dressed in blue? Check. One referee to oversea it all? I looked down at my own black and white striped outfit. Check. Everyone in pigtails? Double check. Now it was time to make some boys cry…one way or another. It was a humid, sticky day at kinky … [Read more…]
Is not to panic. I tell myself this internally over and over a few times as I strain to concentrate on the television. My puppy lays just under my chin, his soft brown tresses brushing my lips. “Right Mommy?” Shit, he’s asked me something and I’ve completely missed it while inside my own head. “Mmm hmmm,” … [Read more…]
The role of Susie Homemaker has never appealed to me. I hate dishes I loathe ironing And window washing?! Death by watching paint dry please! But I’ve found I love vacuuming, it’s soothing. Dusting makes it easy for me to be excited by the visible progress and wiping the kitchen down creates a aura of … [Read more…]
I’ve written and re-written this entry about my meeting with my English puppy but nothing has felt right. Nothing has been able to convey the sheer level of connection that we experienced in his short time here. I can only describe it as serendipity. We met online by chance. We live nearly 4,000 miles apart … [Read more…]
After my last entry I took some time with the boy to talk about where we were going and where we had been with our kinky interactions for the past couple of years. If I was being honest with myself I expected a certain level of protocol and discipline that I knew he wasn’t delivering … [Read 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 … [Read 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 … [Read more…]
It’s been more than three months since the boy stopped coming wherever he so pleased and into a cup. He understands his punishment and while he might not like it, he is always eager to fulfill it. Not the boy’s cup but very similar I can tell that he does not enjoy it or even … [Read 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. Andrews Cross, I could hear the slapping of leather against flesh behind me. To my right, I spotted a woman’s rear turning a … [Read more…]