Hello Ma’am

SGC of the wonderful Submissive Guy Comics tumblr recently posted this really sad comic. When I saw it, it brought back a rush of memories. My memories are usually packed away and mostly inaccessible without concerted effort, but they are sitting close to the surface for me at the moment because of my anniversary post. When I was thinking about what to write, […]

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On the occasion of my not-really blog anniversary

Holy fuck, this blog is 5 years old! Okay okay, I confess, 5 years and one month and one day because I am rubbish at keeping track of these things and forgot about it, then I realised yesterday, and couldn’t be arsed to write a post and so, here we are at 5 years, one month and one day old (I would like to point out that I could have lied about that because I bet none of you would have checked and called me on it! […]

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My sent emails VII

[This was the start of my relationship with my snowflake.  He emailed me on his first day on the BDSM site and, well, there I was… And submissives say finding a Domme is difficult… pfffttt…  Re the soap reference, his profile was hilarious and he had listed ‘soap making’ as one of his fetishes (as you do, […]

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No more…

“I can’t do this anymore…” He blurted it out in a rush, like he had to release it or it would never come out. I looked at him. They were the first words out of his mouth after our greeting through the car window. I had pulled up outside the restaurant, he was waiting there for me. […]

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This kiss

“Kneel,” I say, and my stomach lurches with lust as you immediately drop to your knees, your hands still clasped behind your head. I tilt your chin up, lean down and bring your mouth to me, touching your lips softly with mine, nudging your mouth open. I hold back a moan in my throat as you aggressively reach up for more, […]

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No rules

She looks at him. “I’m so sorry Ma’am,” he says again, contrition written on his face. “Did you forget, or did you just decide it wasn’t important?” she asks. “I just didn’t… think of it. I forgot Ma’am…” he offers, knowing his answer is inadequate. “I see.” “I have no excuse, I’m truly sorry Ma’am.” “How many rules do you have? How many things do I ask for boy?” “Five Ma’am, […]

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Holding back

She led him back to the bed, still blindfolded, and made him get on it, lying in the centre, face up. She attached his cuffed wrists to the corners of the bed, sliding her naked body across him, leaning on him, enjoying the feel of his skin under hers. She moved down his body and put ankle cuffs on him, […]

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I feel like kissing

I feel like kissing, which is something I adore, and which I am missing already even though I made the boy give me his mouth before he left because it makes him weak, and I love when he is like that. My mouth is tender still, my lips feel swollen, his taste is still on my tongue and I just can’t get enough of his mouth. Kissing is like great sex without the sex, […]

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Wash me

He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, she put a blindfold on him, smoothing the silk over his eyes. Unable to resist his mouth, she kissed him again, nudging at his lips, soft kisses, opening his mouth with hers, gently licking at his tongue, holding him at the back of his neck to bring him to her, […]

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Pegs

She told him to get up on the bed on his knees, and he scrambled up, kneeling on the edge of the bed, his hands cuffed behind him. She brought out the three pegs he had brought with him, the ‘macho’ pegs, the marquee pegs, the ‘hold-things-in-a-cyclone’ pegs and smiled at him. She brought her mouth to his left nipple, […]

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