She always liked their bedtime reading sessions.
Even as she enjoyed the gentle caress of the brush, she knew the harsh bite of the nipple clampes and flogger would come soon enough.
That was the kind of caress she needed.
The guests were very impressed by his rope work and she provided an interesting topic of conversation as they watched her bound, gagged form from the dinner table.
Little Girl Lost - looking very lost and very sad without someone to hold her leash.
When he told her on the telephone he wanted to go for a walk in the woods, she imagined something different.
She places herself in his total control — rope by rope, knot by knot.
When she bought the bed, she made sure there were places to attach ropes and handcuffs. She knew one day she would find the man who knew how to use them — and her.
She had done it many times before, but it never failed to excite: head down, ass up, waiting to receive the gift of his stinging cane.
