Please, Master. A poem.

Please, Master. By minnie Wrap the collar around my neck, and the leash too. Rip the clothes from my body, bind your chains to my wrists, my ankles, my waist. Lead me across the floor, make me crawl at your heels, keep me under your thumb and on my knees. I'll lap at your feet. … Continue reading Please, Master. A poem.

My Morning Breath.

"Wait." The command is sharp and clear, and I react immediately. When it comes from my Master, the word does not hold the standard meaning of the verb to hold on. No, it is a position, a behavior I must assume. I drop my clothes where I stand, and in one swift move I am … Continue reading My Morning Breath.

A punishment, a humiliation, a fantasy

I'm perched on the end of the bed, laid back, legs spread wide with each knee tied to the corresponding bed post. The position holds my pussy wide open, putting it on display. The binds are tight, and positioned up high enough it doesn't matter how hard I kick, there's no moving out of it. … Continue reading A punishment, a humiliation, a fantasy

Just before sunrise

It is the beginning of my 5th day of full edging, and it is getting harder to contain myself. I am mindlessly rocking my hips most of the time, and dripping wet when nude. Last night I slept with the cuffs on, tied to the corner of the bed. In fact, I am writing this … Continue reading Just before sunrise

“Again,” is all I heard.

If you've read my other posts, you'll already know I'm all about orgasm control. I love edging. I love being told 'no.' I love feeling his power and dominance over me. However, edging alone is not orgasm control. Neither is orgasm denial. Orgasm control can also be to orgasm. Orgasm control is an act of … Continue reading “Again,” is all I heard.

Night Time Car Ride; A Retelling of an Erotic Memory

The cool night air hit the car with a heavy sigh of relief. I dropped my left hand to the bottom of the steering wheel, and looked over to my Master. He starred absently out the window, watching the tops of rocky outcrops disappear into the vanishing light. Our conversation had fallen flat a few … Continue reading Night Time Car Ride; A Retelling of an Erotic Memory