There’s nothing like a milestone birthday to prompt a taking stock of life: what you’ve done, what you’re doing, what’s ahead. I’ve been exploring the BDSM scene for nearly ten years, most of those years as a professional dominant. It’s been an incredibly fulfilling experience being able to play and connect so positively with so … Read More
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Oh. Yes.
I don’t remember how it started. Oh. Yes. He was talking to me and as I was watching his face I suddenly found myself imagining his mouth, hinged open like a screaming puppet. He kept talking as I got up and walked towards the rack where the gags hung. I found the fish hook gag, … Read More
Always Bound
About 20 hours ago, he came into Salon d’Orleans. I undressed him and tethered him to the Anchor Point, cuffing his hand to the steel post and stretching his parachute harnessed balls to his toes and his toes to his clamped nipples with thin rubber tubing. Once everything was secure, I told him that for … Read More
Push
Someone I’d only seen a couple of times before — and one of those times was back in my babydomme days at Luxuria — contacted me about a bondage-centric OE. From his emails, it was obvious he was in a fevered, ravenous state. Ultra restrictive bondage! Abandonment! What’s the longest we can play?!!?!! Aww, puppy. … Read More
Anything
I was standing in the middle of a dungeon/art gallery/something, talking with a friend when a man approached me and asked, “Anything I can do for you?” In a BDSM setting, such inquiries invariably rub me the wrong way. Anything? The word is loaded with expectation. It weighs on me. It imposes. “Anything,” he says. … Read More