Slowly starting with cuttings that go a little deeper still in bondage, which at first prevents the cuts from bleeding. After changing bondage and give breasts some hours rest the blood starts flowing from the cuts

Yesterday Sir allowed me to masturbate twice, but not cum either time. See, he likes me excited when we go out. After he was done with work I met him at his house and after being allowed to lace up and kiss his boots we headed out to a concert, about two hours away. Once it was dark enough and we were on a quiet stretch he pulled my head into his lap as he drove and allowed me to suck his cock. Well, first he only allowed me to lick, but then, when i was good enough, he let me suck his cock.

Tuesday was another evening with Sir. He had a rough day at work and messaged me before he left that he'd like me to work on his shoes and have a martini ready for him. I got my bootblacking supplies ready, a little worried, as i haven't done a pair of dress shoes before. I did my best to time when to make his drink with when he'd left the office so it would be ready when he arrived, but still cool. His drink of choice is a Hendricks martini with cucumber slices. He taught me how to make it proper a few weeks ago.

A few days ago i was asking Sir for something and asked "Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?". He asked if that was what motivated him, and so I changed my request to "Pretty please with good gin and a cucumber on top?", as one of his favorite drinks is a Hendrick's Martini with cucumber slices. Apparently I reminded him too well and Monday he told me to stop at the packie and grocery store to pick up both for our 'date' Tuesday night.

The taking of Missy. by celticfirestorm

Closing the outside door, Missy moved through the dark kitchen to her table, and places the heavy bag of groceries down. She had just moved there and was still getting familiar with her new home. She fumbled around for the light and tried to switch it on. "Damn bulb burned out," she thought in frustration. Missy, walked over to the phone and picked it up to call her neighbor to borrow a light bulb. "That's funny, the phone is out too.

OK check the fuse box, and the phone lines." she thought.

ives. How is it possible that an instrument deemed as a weapon can bring about such arousal for me especially since I have been on the rather unpleasant receiving end of such a tool? Many years ago I worked with individuals who were extremely dangerous, who used guns, knives, 2X4's and pretty much any object they could to inflict pain, to control a situation, to control me and although it has taken some time to move past those unpleasant experiences I am now at a place where I am taking the power back and not allowing my previous experiences to dictate what I like, what I find arousing.