Matthew sat naked and cross-legged on cushions leaning against the wall. Rope bound him firmly in place but the ties were gentle and comfortable. He sat back and watched the two people in front of him.
Rowena knelt stiffly in the middle of the room, also naked, in front of Liam.
“Good girl”, he praised her.
Liam took her wrists and twisted rope around them. He bent her body across a bench and fastened her in place. Gently he began to spank her and slowly the tension went out of her body. Continue reading “Watching Her Pain”
She was naked while the woman who stood before her was fully clothed. A part of her wondered why she had done this, agreed to submit to this woman that in many ways she hardly knew. ‘It’s only for two hours’ she reassured herself but her watch lay with the neat pile of clothes in another room on the other side of the locked door.
The room was windowless but it was painted white and well lit, she wished it had been darker so she felt less exposed. Against the white the darkness of the few pieces of furniture was a stark contrast, each with attachment bolts and suddenly looking ominous. As if her fearful glances had been noticed the Domme led her to the cross against the wall and buckled her wrists and ankles in place, leaving her facing the wall, stretched in an ‘X’ and unable to see what was happening behind her. Continue reading “Time Well Spent”
There was a knock at the door. Liam opened it to reveal Rowena standing on the step looking both excited and nervous.
“Come in” he invited her warmly.
He showed her to a room where he told her to get naked. Then he showed her a narrow pink leather collar.
“This is your puppy collar” he explained, “once you’re wearing it I expect nothing but puppy behaviour”.
“Yes, Sir” Rowena agreed quietly. They were to be her last words for a while.
Liam told her to get down on all fours and when she had done so he fastened the collar around her throat.
“Your puppy name is ‘Lady'” he instructed her. Rowena nodded to show she understood. Continue reading “Playing Puppies”
I’m in the bar, alone. I have a glass of wine which I am sipping. The room is full of beautiful women, no men are allowed here. I’m not sure why I am here; looking for something perhaps.
A woman comes to the bar beside me, she orders a gin and tonic. I’m gazing at her as I nurse my drink. Her hair is dark and short, I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through it.
Soon my wine will be finished and I will leave.
She turns to me, “You were watching me” she says. The words are a challenge, yet not entirely disapproving.
She sits beside me, talks to me; before I know it we are kissing, soft girlish kisses which leave me wanting more.
She buys me another drink, and asks me about myself. She is sexy, confident and fascinating. I find myself pouring out my heart to her, unafraid. Revealing my thoughts, some new, even to myself.
She puts her now empty glass down with a slight flourish.
“Come back to my place for coffee?”; it is not entirely a question. Continue reading “Pick Me Up”
This, it appears, is what I end up thinking when I spend time in the garden.
I am stripped naked, exposed to my master’s gaze. My wrists tightly bound in rope. Dragged helplessly outside to be fastened in place, my wrists above me, defenseless. My body pressed against the brickwork, it’s roughness scraping my skin. I am whipped, head back, screaming. Begging for mercy.
Cut down, my hands still tied, thrown to the ground, raped for my master’s pleasure. His hands parting my thighs, his cock thrusting inside me. Pounding into me with his lust.
I am covered with his cum, its stickiness spread over my flesh. Its taste in my mouth, forced there by insistent fingers.
I am hosed clean where I lie. Writhing beneath the jets of water, until I am clean, and cold, sobbing and submissive.
I am his slut and he treats me like one.