I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
- The Marquis DeSade
In
one form or another, BDSM has been a part of my life for as long as I
can remember and it has always been more than a 'lifestyle' to me.
Rejection and a sense of jaded fatigue led me to retreat from what I
always perceived BDSM to be fundamentally about so now I just write it
instead.
Contents
| Title | Description | Excerpt |
|---|---|---|
| Sara's Story Pt1 | A girl awaits the arrival of her master to prepare her for her new life as a slave. | A shivering flush breezed through her body and she felt the first warmth of arousal as choice in her life slipped away, replaced by a delicious, seductive helplessness. It was… overwhelming. |
| Bedtime | An online slave prepares herself for when her master contacts her. | A slight sigh escapes her as she feels desire rise up inside her from the presence of it, the way her body moulds around the shape, enveloping it, gripping it. |
| To, Not With | Making love to someone can be an entirely selfish act. | I hold myself there, allowing her to savour the violation, to appreciate it and understand the honour it signifies. I wonder if she comprehends those things or if the pain has overwhelmed her manners. |
| Sleight of Hand | Just because hands do one thing, doesn't mean they don't want to do something different. | In the darkness, her screams will bring him to her and she will learn, this night, to embrace torment and tormentor alike. There will be no gag; suffering is too valuable to be quieted, to delicious to be wasted. |