The first motorbike was invented in 1885. Strangely, it was described as a means of personal transport; the idiots who determined that clearly hadn't discovered its true calling. Thankfully, in our day, many have learned the heavenly joy of correctly using a motorbike; they've learned what it was actually invented for. And they never forgot the euphoria. --- The Bunny's Birthday --- I was led by a leash, blindfolded with...

I can’t tell for how long my vision has been veiled or yet where I am nor which orientation my body has in space. Restraining my every movement, the ropes dull my proprioception. As the blindfold comes off, I am thankful for the dim light in the room; and for the first image hitting my retina being you. Naked. Almost. Your leather boots and gloves contrast with your body you flaunt so sensually when your pricked lips conn...

Our flesh was bare, in the artificial glow of a haunted venue. Bound by ropes in a Shibari design, each with a Mistress beside us, we were exhibited for the amusement of the victors of the Apple Bobbing Competition and curious onlookers. We writhed as our swelling sensitive areas were poked, slapped and gently teased. One Mistress in a deep purple corset and orange leggings, accentuating her magnificent pumpkin, pleasured...

Bell stood where it all began. At the entryway to her new world with a cool evening breeze blowing through her amber hair. Her hand trembled over the door handle but not because of the cold. 'Was this a good idea? Is this all moving too fast? What even is this?' Last night her best friend, Annie had brought her the outfit she now wore and early that day, she had made her masturbate at work, during her lunch break. Despite...

Someone once told me, "Never put a woman away wet." Well, I'm all about breaking rules and it was about to reap dividends. She hung naked in a slightly stooped seated posture, trussed and suspended from two ropes in the gallery space, just the toes of one foot able to dust the floor. Two diametrically opposed softlights cast haloed shadows beneath her; one deep red, one soft white, representing the convergence of heaven a...

The floor is cold. It's dark old marble and there are no carpets. But it's ok. It's curing my skin from the heat of my encounter. Everything from this perspective seems immense. I feel little, abandoned by myself between the ruins of an old culture. I sense the ropes all over my body. They slither like snakes and they are comfortable and soft like a warm jumper on a freezing winter day. My lust is drooling all over my thi...

I’ve gone down the driveway in a light industrial area that opens up into a gravel-covered parking area. Behind it; an ordinary concrete-block two-level building. It's not a motel. There is a doorway with the number above. It’s definitely the right number, so I go inside and up the stairs. At the top, I enter an open loft space with a wooden floor. I’m surprised to see there are about twelve people standing around talking...

It starts out slowly sitting with her wrists lovingly bound. Snap, the click of the shutter startles her the first time.They've tried bits of this before, but the plan today is much more... restrictive. Snap.She craves how he looks at her when she's tied, the intent look of a stalking courser. She craves to be deliberately paralyzed and then pounced on as his prey.  Snap.He guides her hands behind her back and ties her wr...

It's art. Admiration of form. Her form. My naked, perspiring marionette twists on tiptoes, skin reddened to perfection, snarling, "Fuck!" I circle. Step in. Nip her ear. "More?" The delayed nod makes my heart thump. Her gasp pierces my bedroom as I cinch the ceiling pulley, notch by notch. Ropes loop her succulent pierced orbs, criss-cross that soft expanse of belly before plunging, miasmic arousal staining the fibres. I...

Simultaneously exhausted and sleepless, with memories of the night vivid in your head. Tied and teased while made to beg for release, repeatedly. Only when you had all but given up, were you granted that divine reward. Fingers moving, absentmindedly deciphering the residual red Braille, leading to a longing that throbs throughout your being. Your body craves this exquisite play, however fleetingly satisfied. The ties that...

The night had started sweetly.  You had dressed up in this frilly little dress. A playful bow perched on your headband.  You tentatively stepped through my home office towards me as if you were looking for something. I was about to make sure you found what you were looking for and more.  I cleared my desk and simply tapped my finger repeatedly on the hollow-sounding wood.  Approaching the front of the desk, you put both o...

Seated naked for all but the heels, she's unguarded. I bind the hands behind her back, lovingly wrapping her arms together. The ribbon snakes its way up, a mind of its own, slithering out of my hands entangling her. My vision coming to life, she is first consumed by the ribbon, followed by her desire for this, for me.Traveling around her legs, upright, each twist and turn leads to her essence, just above her exposed glist...