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Degrees of Zero

…And nothing hurt: Masochist Musings

BDSM

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I’m chained and kneeling in the corner of the room when the doorbell goes. He put me there – naked but for the collar around my neck, chain lead attached to the wardrobe to keep me in place. I’m on my knees, legs a little splayed, bright red cane marks striping my thighs from earlier when I voiced my disagreement about this proposed treatment.

First Times

6 Comments

It wasn’t the first time I had kissed a girl but it was the first time I had been kissed by a woman. Soft and firm all at once. She felt so different to the men I usually kissed – they were rough, insistent, pushy. Men with all their endless wanting. This felt so different.

Three Memories

2 Comments

He has never hit me in the stomach before and whilst the blow is not hard it is shocking, as is the change in him as he hits me. I feel rather than hear myself gasping and I am scuttling backwards on the bed like a spider, like a man falling, but there’s nowhere to go and I end up in a corner with him almost on top of me, crouched over me with a raised fist.

80 (cane) kisses

16 Comments

I adore canes. When me and Kristan do impact play it nearly always includes canes, and it’s also one of the things I fantasise about a lot. I love the immediacy of the biting sting that is impossible to block out, I love the noise it makes both whipping through the air and on impact, and I especially love the marks it leaves me with.