What is it really – about the suit? A suit denotes respect – power – authority – control. What every submissive seeks. Is it not natural then, to have such a reaction? But not every man in a suit makes my heart flutter. Not every man exudes the quiet confidence The subtle charisma Not every…
He lifts me so easily Weightless in his arms The table is hard – cold “Knees up baby,” he croons No blindfold He locks my eyes “Dance your fingers” He sits – watching Evidence of my need glistens Like his cufflinks Twinkling in the shards of light “Stop” I pause – panting – so close…
What is it? The crisp white shirt? The glint of light hitting the cufflinks? The expensive silk tie? The perfectly fitted, expertly tailored dark suit? The smell of his subtle cologne? It is something… compelling…seductive… powerful. I see his hand in his pocket, the jacket rumpled around his wrists, and my butterflies dance. With a…
His finger tickles against my lips Silently he checks my wetness Not until I am sufficiently wanting he will start Moaning quietly I await the verdict… The first slap – ooohhhh – delicious The second – yeeesss…. thank you Third – fourth – fifth – sixth – Back arched – bottom asking Panting now – mewing…
He always begins it the same He does that so I know So my heart will start to pump before a word is spoken … before a slap is delivered … before a finger subtly traces itself across my sex A note – Garter belt and stockings only Dressed, I wait – on knees –…
Today I finished a novel. A sequel to a precious little book called “Elizabeth’s Education.” The new book, simply entitled, “Elizabeth’s Education II – More Lessons To Be Learned” – has all the components. Bondage, spanking, love, romance – and it’s set in England in the 1800’s. When I write, my characters talk to me. …
I am tied. It is a gentle tether, though my wrists lay joined above my head and my ankles are shackled together. The soft, slippery satin sash is laid across my eyes, focusing my senses on his soft caress as it flutters across my body. Feathery kisses have left drops of moisture against my skin. …
Being blindfolded is a state one must experience to truly appreciate. It cannot be imagined. The softness of the fabric as it shuts out all light. The sweet wash of submission that releases me from the day, transforming thought to feeling. I sigh, ready for whatever my Dominant may have in store for me this…
The Art of Romantic Domination. I almost called this blog just that, because isn’t that the truth? There is the overt – the clear and present power exchange. But there are also the subtleties that permeate the relationship. The unexpected. The tiny surprise that becomes an ongoing titillating, presence. We have met for quick coffee…
In my last blog I wrote:Just the word itself! Spanking! Isn’t it somehow hypnotic? And here I am to talk about Spanking again! But this time it is Drum Roll Please the Discipline, the Punishment the Please No More Sir! One of the (dreaded?) aspects of our brilliant, exciting, sexy, passionate D/s lives, is being…
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