No one hurts me like you do. Because no one loves me like you do. Cocooned in your arms, you held me while I sobbed. I must have looked a state, tears trailing down my cheeks, cheeks already stained with spit and sweat and cum and piss. Crying on your birthday of all days. “Sorry,” I said like I often do. “I’m not a bit sorry,” you replied; giggling like you always do. You knew, didn’t you, just knew they were tears of jo...

I wake up disoriented with my head pounding, hungover from the sheer amount of alcohol I'd consumed last night. Stretching out in the bed with a yawn, I notice it's still dark, so I turn onto my front to go back to sleep, pulling the cover over my shoulders. It can't be later than seven at a push, and an extra few hours in bed before I deal with Liam is definitely what I need today. Annoyingly, the morning exercises begin...

After I finished cleaning up, puta and I ran over to the Ferris Wheel so she could get tied on. She called it getting hooked up, but what they used was more or less standard restraints. Naturally, she was the first slave there. She was practically bouncing up and down with expectation. You would think she was being given some great treat rather than being tied onto a wheel of pain. Well, having said that, I guess for puta...

I was already entered in the swimming race, so all I had to do was show up and get a number. Since there were too many of us to assign one to each lane, they just painted a big number on our backs and told us to not drown each other. There were about fifty or so of us in the race. At least, the highest number I saw was fifty-three. With that many in the pool turning around for the second half of the lap gets really intere...

Slave puta ran ahead of us to the Carousel. When we got there, Master went up to Herr Dunkler and handed him an envelope. The Dark Lord– that’s what Dunklermeister, his full name, means– The Dark Lord held it in his hand for a moment and then said with a smile. “I know that you aren’t planning on buying any of my major offerings this year. Why don’t I allow your slave to ride on the Carousel and the Ferris Wheel for free...

Welcome to my blog. I asked Master if I could have a blog. He told me that I was just an exhibitionist slut who wanted the whole world to see my ass. I told him that was true, but what I wanted for a blog was more like a diary for all the world to see. So, he said I could create a blog. Master wants me to post everything interesting that goes on in my life but with the following rules: One, he is the moderator for my blog...

Slave slut continued to thrash and scream every time a crab ran across her body. If she had not been self-gagging by holding her mouth tightly closed, the beach patrol, anyone on the beach, and probably the Coast Guard would already be here. I called out to her, “slut! Get control of yourself.” “But there are bugs running all over me,” she whined back. “They aren’t bugs,” I replied. “They’re crabs. And the only danger is...

The Bunker has always been my own little private place of perversion. It is technically located on an island in a federal park– actually a gulf shore island preserve– but I live nearby and always buy a season pass so I can come out to the beach as often as I want. Up on the north end of the island, near the entrance to the park, there is this great public beach, which is where most people go. It’s pretty crowded there mos...

Surprise: Sir “I need you to hurt me!” she said. Then she waited. I looked at Marta’s downcast head. As she was sitting on my lap, facing me, with my cock inside her and her arms around me, I grasped her arms and gently pulled them from behind me, then took her hands in mine, turning the palms up. I wanted to look at something I’d noticed earlier, but hadn’t paid much attention to. She tried to pull her arms away, but I h...

It was XeneSusan9984 that gave me the idea to write this. We were playing one night and I had driven her to her twentieth or thirtieth orgasm for the night. Susan is a painslut and I had her tied up tightly against a Saint Andrew’s cross and was flogging her with a Devil’s hair flogger. The strips of leather for a Devil’s hair flogger are cut so thin and there are so many of them that it is almost like flogging someone wi...

It's past three and I should be asleep. Hell, after what He put me through, I should be exhausted. But I’m not. I ache and I am tender but, even in lingering pain, my body basks in orgasmic afterglow. With such conflicting sensations coursing through me, I cannot hope to sleep.It’s often like this for me.So, I lay next to Him as He sleeps. Perhaps I ought to be angry or jealous of His repose, but I simply do not feel thos...

Fourth of July was interesting here at Pond Cove. For one thing, there were tons of people on the ocean beach and a bunch of boats bobbing in the water just offshore. They were there to watch the fireworks show in the main harbor. It was several miles away, but that doesn’t make as much difference over the water. What did make a difference was that they were outside of town and the harbor patrol doesn’t come out this far...