…And nothing hurt: Masochist Musings
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.
This week I’ve been finding other fun things to do in my hotel room whilst I’m not allowed to touch […]
He often mocks me like this, pretending ignorance of the hurt he’s caused, treating me as if I’m stupid and peculiar for reacting. It upsets and arouses me in equal measures.
I’m breaking the rules a little by somewhat (well, entirely) ignoring the prompt for my first ever #sinfulsunday post but […]