Sep 162014
 

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Sex Blogger Life: Real Talk

Selfies, Shame and Safety

‘Dress me like a slut and punish my cock’

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I live in a sex-positive bubble.

Wicked Wednesday: Silent Memories

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Are you guilty of slut-shaming sex doll lovers?

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Writing About Writing

Why can’t I write gay erotica?!
Cream doesn’t rise: the state of UK erotica
Coming clean about writing dirty…
The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

Erotic Non-Fiction

I’ve Collared Myself a Human Pony
Strapped Back In
View From The Bridal Suite
It’s a date (2/2)
Your Tears Make Me Wet.
Photograph
Spanking – the ultimate mood changer

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Yes, I am a slut. So?
M feels that labeling myself “gay” erases him
“Appearance Not Important”
Traditional sexual consent vs bdsm consent
Bigger Doesn’t Mean Better!
All in One Person: Thoughts on Non-Monogamy
I Lust, Therefore I Am
Buddhism and Poly
The Great Outdoors
My Love Is Not About You #SameSexCouples
Thinking of You
Tantra Massage For Multiple Male Orgasm

Blogging

Blogging: My Layout Pet Peeves
An Unpleasant Outing

Erotic Fiction

The Flight Attendant’s Return Home…
Kinky Cocktail Story Time: The Jelly Bean
Spanked Silent
Hunted

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Quantification of Everything (Especially Sex)
Polyphobia – The New Homophobia

 

Thoughts and Advice on Kink and Fetish

For Submissives.
Protocols. I Want.
When You Can’t Trust Your Body
Masters Guilt
BDSM Is Not (the only) Kink
Fetal

 

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Sep 052014
 

Robin Lorinthrope’s phone pinged. She was over five minutes late leaving the office. She stood, running her hands down her curvy frame. Her black skirt accentuated her legs. She clicked her heels right out of the building.

She left at 6:06pm. Her phone recorded and alerted at the time. She had drinks with a friend at a posh little plug-in place down the street from the office. Robin used a step counter to see how many steps she took in a day. When she walked a lot, her phone pinged away like an electronic bird, begging for attention. Robin’s blonde, pigtailed icon alerted her of a benchmark. A picture of her with new pink running shoes congratulated her on her next level.

Robin enjoyed her free time for 46 minutes. She and her friend spoke about absolutely nothing and completely everything. One of her apps tracked her. It announced her location with a widespread photo of her in a red slouchie beanie and big sun glasses.

Her electronic calender put her into a cab with three dings, then in front of the nice big house she called home. Robin hightailed it upstairs and into her room. Clothes threatened to burst out of her closet in her very presence. Hangers were landmines, and everything held something else.

Robin tossed her phone into her overstuffed, unmade bed. The bedding was precious. Soft pinks and whites in layers. She kicked off her heels and reached for the zipper of her skirt. The consistent pings from her cell phone made the atmosphere tense. She raced to undress and re-hang her day’s attire.

She slid across the carpeted floor. Robin yanked out a t-shirt and a pair of panties from her dresser. She rolled into the t-shirt, yanking her hair in front of her face as she hustled. Robin used her feet to push the flimsy material of her thongs down the rest of her body. The leg holes stretched and tangled around her ankles.

She heard the door slam while she was one leg into a pair of boy shorts. She stopped skipping around. Robin quietly leaned against the wall and slid the other leg in. She ran her hand through her hair. She was silent.

“ROBIN!” His tone said ‘run and hide’.

And there it was.

Robin swung her door open. and cried downstairs, “Coming, Daddy!”

She saw that he was not as nipped and tucked as he usually was. Daddy looked stressed. Maybe Robin didn’t pick the best day to play office. Maybe she should have asked first. Daddy owned an Accounting Firm and sometimes, Robin liked to dress-up like a big girl and go work at Daddy’s office.

He planned them them, on slow days. He fucked her in his office. The first time, he just slid her thongs to the side. Those panties have never been washed. The smell of them make him hard. He put her on her knees under his desk. They teased, nipped, and grinned, up until her mouth was prime for the rutting.

Daddy was having an issue with one of his auditors, and a client that called him directly. The client called every five minutes and with problems his auditor had the responsibility of solving. Five minutes after he finished wrestling his day-long problem, he looked out of his office to see Robin talking on one of the company phones. No permission.

Daddy explained to her that she walked right out of the office and was gone. She never came into his private office to tell him that she was there. She had a phone that pinged and beeped, but when Daddy needed her, he fell into the company of all those ridiculous alerts.

“Now go get that goddamn phone,” He was furious.

She followed the dings and the pings until she found her phone buried in her bed. He met her upstairs in her room. She offered the sing-song device to him. He took in the messy sight and moved past the pouting girl. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and made himself comfortable. *Ping*

“Leave the phone beside me. I want you…. here.” He pulled her down and over his lap. She cried out, but knew the punishment was coming.

“I already know it’s going to hurt! How many? *PING*How many, Daddy?” Robin was already crying about the spanking she was afraid of getting.”

“I’ll stop once that phone goes silent.”

*PING*

Apr 152014
 

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

I’ve Got 99 Problems

Vasectomy Blues

I’ve always wanted to call myself queer.

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Aoyama Yuki and My Very First Times

I don’t know how to be happy

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Prostitution Laundering
That Body-safe Sex Toy Could Make You Sick
“Nice Shoes. Wanna Fuck?” — On Pick Up Lines
Rape prevention
Life of a Sheltered Child: Sex Toys (Part II)
A Tour of Fucking Sculptures Sex Toy Studio
Bashing Belle Knox: Because You GET Porn
Would You Pay $133 to See Midori Eat Fruit?

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Heart of Glass
Talking BDSM: Are safewords really necessary?
45 Seconds
I want
Whispered Words
Aftercare: In Kink and Erotica
Ariel Castro: The Man in the Mirror?
We Are Ethical
Apology tokens, punishments, and forgiveness

Erotic Fiction

Very Short Stories – If We Hadn’t Had Sex
Billy
Larry Knew Better
Lasting Impressions
The Boys
Sounds of a Kitten
Chemical (se)X
Shopping Together
Enjoy Being Seduced on the South Bank
Room 6
Caught In The Act
Packing Light
For your thighs only (007 Parody)

Erotic Non-Fiction

Dental Torture
My hand around your throat
Conversations With My Owner
Cuming Without You.
On My Knees Again
It Always Starts With A Kiss
World Champion, Yes, I Can!
Omne Trium Perfectum
When Good Sex Tapes Go Bad
Submission: An Initiation (Part Four)

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Hidden No More
Female condoms are fucking awesome!
Female Ejaculation and How to Achieve It
Mommy Doesn’t Want Sex
How To Train Your Vagina
Camp Dildo
Being slut shamed made me want more sex
Don’t say my name

Blogging

“Hidden” memes
A Brief History of Sex Blogging

Writing About Writing

Openings and Grabbing Your Reader

Poetry

Sense Memory – a Lusty Limerick

 

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Apr 042014
 

bird

…But being outed by my Mother ain’t one.

I’ve always wondered what being outed was going to be like. I live in a small town. I felt like it was only a matter of time. Someone who knew me, who was also kinky, was going to find me on Fetlife. They’d stare, open-mouthed, at my profile, and then decide to crawl back into their kinkster hole. I was fine with that. The only reason you’re on a kink site is because you’re kinky, right?   … I ran out of fucks for those people a long time ago.

In my vanilla circles – There are numerous people that would guess that I’m kink-friendly. There are very few people, a close circle, who know the level of BDSM that I participate in. This circle knows that I’m a sex blogger. No one has ever asked for my moniker, so I’ve never given it up.

In my kink circles – I lead my local kink group. Everyone I meet through that process knows me on Fetlife. I give out my handle at cons. I’ve met some of my closest friends in my kink circles. They know me by my first, middle, and last names. They know more about how I feel than most of my family does. I can be myself with them.

How was I outed? I blame Facebook and my Mother. I’m serious. Those fuckers.

Facebook has that feature where it asks you if you know this person or that person. I had a family account, when I was still trying to pretend that I had a family. I’m figuring that maybe my profile either popped up or my nosy Mother was signed into my sister’s account when she tried to friend The Sin Doll on Twitter.

When I found out that my family knew, I was advised by another sex blogger of my choices. It basically came down to; The Sin Doll could vanish. Or I could say, “Fuck it.” Every picture, every thought, and every story tumbled in my head. I’d like to say the decision was easy, but the tumbling was like rocks.

Through conversation and realization, I now know what I do isn’t going to change any relationship I have with anyone I care about. I don’t know who it will even surprise. And I don’t like the alternative. I don’t want to disappear. I’ve been here for four years. It’s going to take more than some low-down fuckery to do away with The Sin Doll.

I come from a very church-oriented family. Good Baptist people. The kind that are in the pews every time the doors are open. Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday evenings. They pay their tithes, but on Tuesday-Saturday they gossip, drink their beer, jack off to porn, beat their kids, and even use fake internet names to spy on their family.

So, Mom

Enjoy the reading.

Y’all will have a ton to talk about come Sunday.

~The Sin Doll

 

I’ve got to thank @Mollysdailykiss and @DomSigns for taking the time with me during “damage control,” and also helping me to process my feelings during all this. Y’all rock.

 

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Mar 172014
 

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Trick of the Light

What Does Porn Lead To

The Posh Life of a Sex Toy Reviewer?

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Eleven Quarters

Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Sadists

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Erotic Fiction

The Watchman
Short Story: Tucked Away
Property’s Progress
Glass Houses
Proud and Prejudged
You’ll Do…. Now Step Closer.
Pet Ballerina
Superotica Valentine – Day 7
Get In Me, Daddy
White Gloves

Blogging

Posting a photo a day!
How to Handle Your Junk in Public
My first trick on a corner
Mid Morning Musings ~ The Catharsis of Pain
Francesca Woodman Inspired Self Portraits
Eve’s Quandary – Blogging Between Fig Leaves
What I Be

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Why 3 out of 4 young women don’t masturbate
An Open Letter To Sex Toy Manufacturers
Daily Photo – Day 1: Full Disclosure

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Fantasies, deep and dark
Fun with ropes
Where we started from
Kink from a humbler perspective
To Err Is Human, To Punish May be Advisable
Reader Q&A: How does a sub say ‘no’?
Finding Balance

Erotic Non-Fiction

Suspended
Sister, Oh Sister
My First Trick
This one’s for you
Angela’s orgasm
His Rope Show
Finger Banging With Daddy
Feeding Submission
Valentine’s Day Diary
Balance at the Boat Launch
Rope, Rhino Cock, and a Balancing Act
Exquisite

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Monogamous, Kinky Couple-Friends
As Lust Fades
A discussion with Mom
When Did You Realize You Were Dominant?
How to Fake an Orgasm
How To Increase Your Libido Without Cialis

Writing About Writing

Talking Dirty
Fiction! Thank You!

Poetry

I’m Willing To Earn The Right
Bad habits

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Feb 282014
 

Property AgainThe majority of her wounds had healed. He tended to her very gently. She sincerely appreciated his kindness. He gave her warm baths. He examined each scratch and scrape. She had a bruised rib that he nursed back to health. He was tender with her.

There weren’t many words exchanged between them. His were affectionate. Hers were appreciative.

She became stronger. He no longer had to carry her into the tub. She preferred to shower. She was allowed to shave herself as long as he watched her. He would sit silently on the toilet, his head lolling from one side to the other in appreciation. She had to hand over the razor when she was finished shaving. Afterwards, she was allowed to continue washing. He never left his observant position.

Dressing was a game. He gave her first choice. A simple “stop” from the doorway and she knew her outfit had been chosen, even if she only had on parts of it.  There were days when she wasn’t allowed clothes at all. The weather was warm enough that bare flesh and lite materials were not an issue. But the evenings…

He initiated the walks. She wore a collar. Its soft, black leather didn’t make up for its heaviness around her neck. At least it didn’t rub her horribly. She had trouble keeping up with his pace. His leash was short. Heavy chain looped through the thick O-ring on her collar. She wanted to wander. He wanted her right by his side. He was anxious about letting her out. She was anxious about being out.

The collar and chains kicked up a puff of dirt when they fell from her neck. They walked in the house with the sun setting behind them. She felt as if at any moment, the eggshells she walked on would give into the burden of what to say next.

She turned the lamps on in the living room, and shivered.  “Thank you, for taking me with you… on the walk, Sir.” He freed his feet of his boots at the door and smiled on his way to the couch. “You’re welcome, pet.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “It’s a little chilly, Master. Would you make a fire?”

“No. I’m warm. It would make sense that if you want to be warm, you would be over here next to me.” She had been occupying the couch while she recovered and then the floor during most evenings. She nodded and took to the floor.

He looped through the channels until he found something he liked. Sometimes she’d laugh and he’d kick at her in a playful way. Mid-way through the night, the breeze that trickled through the open windows in the home got the best of her. She scooted herself over to his legs. She casually made herself comfortable between the two of them.

“You going to hide down there when December comes, pet?” He chuckled. Eggshells, again. Some things were so familiar. Some things were so scary. “Hopefully you’ll give me a blanket by then, Sir.” She couldn’t imagine being kept on this property, being his property, until December.

“I believe I just gave you my answer on that one.” He reached down and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. He snatched it back towards him. “Were you not listening?” Her head snapped back. Her scalp burned with the yank to her hair. Her eyes were wide, but she tried to keep her temper in check. “Yes Sir, I was listening. I’m sorry.”

He let her go instantly. “Sometimes I don’t know what’s going through your head.” She was silent. A decision was on the edge of her lips. She could continue playing dead, or really try to talk to him.

“Sir?”

“Hmmm…”

“May I tell you what’s going on in my head?”

“Turn around and look at me.” He pulled her up to the couch by her arms. He relaxed back into his seated position. “Speak.”

Trying to control that much apprehension left her visibly shaking. Her words were gentle, but she was lost in them.

“I’m scared. I’m scared of you. I’m scared of being here… or of you hurting me. I know that sometimes there are moments that we laugh and … but… you took me.  I do thank you for being nice. You bought me sheets for my bed. You took care of me. ..” She was rambling. She was crying. At one point she began apologizing over and over.

He leaned into her, elbow to knee. “I took care of you because I own you. You are a piece of property.  When I damage you, I will patch you up. I took you. You’re mine. I’m not being nice when I put you on better sheets. I’m taking physical care of something that belongs to me.”

He was getting tuned-up, because his words were completely calm.

She sat still on the couch.  Deep, relaxing breaths.  She was afraid to make eye contact with him. She should have just shut the fuck up. He’s just fucked in the head and she was going to die here.  There’s no reasoning with him. God, why did she try? With a bowed head, her tears were welled up and dropped straight to her hands. She still tried to be as silent as possible. But he was staring at her…

He sprang onto her. His hands were in her hair, on her face, in her mouth, then down her body and over her breasts. His pinches. His hands. His fingers. They were everywhere. Eyes open or eyes closed, they wouldn’t stop.  Attempting to block him was unproductive, but habitual.  He was rough. It was the first time he had been so since she’d healed from her injuries.  Her naked throat begged him silently. He could hear her nipples.  Her cries and tears made him hard.

“I think you’re still a little confused about what’s going on here. This isn’t a vacation, princess. You’re here. You’re fucking here. Now it can be like the good ole’ times or I can beat you until that’s all you remember. “

“Get off of me!” She gave into a scream that had been buried deep. He grabbed her by the throat. He loosened his belt buckle. “There’s my girl, fighting a battle she’ll never win.”

He laughed as he forced her knees open.

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Nov 162013
 

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

He came in my shoes
Secret Pleasures and a Lifeline
Vulnerability as courage

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Golden Showers
If.

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Erotic Non-Fiction

Adressing my Master T
Afterglow, Wounded
Fantasy is Reality, or is it the other way…
Pig Tails? Really?
The Kilt and a Prom Dress
what i want
Whipped & Fucked
Because When You Look at Me, You See Me.

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

SexyLittleIdeas – My Sex Rules
New Rule
Collar Envy (Warning this post is Mushy)
the flood.
Today I cried
Why I love NRE even when it scares me
Love, or Lack Thereof, for an Abuser
a) monogamy b) polyamory c) neither

Sex News,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

More Than Just Orgasms
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Bed
Sex By Numbers = Bad Sex

Erotic Fiction

Such a Good Girl
Spontaneous Combustion
Seasonal Changes
Wet…bound and gagged
Larry’s Prom Date
Property’s Prospective
Inspiration
SATURDAY NIGHT SPRINKLE [WW W74]
Evie and the Trainspotter
Don’t Miss A Drop
Marked

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Sub Silent
7(Random)Suggestions for Submissives & Slaves
Communication in D/s Relationships

Writing About Writing

Seven Sex Books I Read, Plus One I Didn’t
Thoughts on: The Blood Mage’s Sacrifice
Desiring Faggotry

Events

EroticonUSA- Penny’s Perspective

Blogging

From Prude to Proud Sex Blogger


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Oct 162013
 

OUTHe slung her across the quaint living room. She was received into his stone fireplace like a naked wrecking ball. Her fear was immeasurable. She was inside now, with him. Bruises, cuts, and much more were hushed by adrenalin.  Hyperventilation was never more than a moment away. She shook.

She wasn’t scared of the likelihood that she would forever be locked away in his mountain forest of snares. She was scared because there was no likelihood. Her new station was unequivocal. He would not have done this unless he was completely prepared. She was terrified because she believed him. No one would find her.

She’d suffered him before, but with slipped absolutes and excessive beatings. There was no closure to their prior relationship. She broke free of it. The mental abuse took longer to shake. Now she imagined him, limitless and with no accountability. It was fearfully inconceivable.

She saw a future of torture, masquerading as punishment and lessons. He had unlimited access to who he would decide to mold her into. Her silence was a mixture of how blindingly certain her fate was, and her slow descent into a hole of lost hope. His ability to destroy her mind was starting. She was afraid of it as much as the beatings. Once he was in her head, he was everywhere.  He would own every part of her. He wouldn’t let her go. She pleaded to God and Anyone Listening. He would kill her. He would destroy her mind.

He saw the harsh realization, even in her body. Her eyes became more vacant. She flinched at his touch. He wanted to comfort her. He didn’t want to go through a period of her hating him. He hoped he wouldn’t have to teach her about flinching again. Those were long, hard lessons for her. He hoped that she’d remember some of her time with him. He wanted her to be a good girl for him. She was always such a good girl, but she left him. She ran. They were going to deal with that punishment later.

He wrapped his arms around her. He needed to support her. He knew that she need to process this information and come to comprehend how it would change her future.

He tightened his arms around her. She was shaking. Absorbing the fear and reality, she finally started to cry. She whispered…

“Get the fuck off me.”

He punched her in the face.

Oct 162013
 

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7 (Random!) Suggestions for Dominant Types!

Pain Positive

i know what you are.

 

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Golden Girl

Have You Met Larry

 

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Poetry

Shown
To Punt or Not To Punt, That is the Question

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

SexyLittleIdeas – Why PUA Is Like Feminism
Understanding When His Glass is Full
To Minxy Malone, Thanks For Everything
Biting the Bun
The List (is a waste of time)
Confronting Your Sense of Entitlement
What Do You Prefer: Cut or Uncut?
My Secret Relationship with Max
Quaint Little Categories
Erectile dysfunction isn’t a big deal

Erotic Fiction

Property Procured
The Delight of Leather
Christmas Eve Surprise
Granny’s Door
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Nine
Jessica
The Edge of the Park
Trust
The Blood Mage’s Sacrifice
The Spanking Paddle-Off
Used, Using, Endless

Erotic Non-Fiction

I Want You To
Love like a lotus
Bend to my will
Spanked
How you helped me to stray
Little Lightening Bolts v. Rayne’s Clit
Master’s Fuck Toy
Conflict
Tease For Two
Memories of Spunk
“It’s total perfection.”
Fucking a Girl with a Double Dildo

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Insatiable Whore
Thoughts: Submissive Journals
Bondage vs. restraint
Dominant and Submissive “Fix”
Baring It All
Blow Job Submission – A spicy twist
Quickstart Guide
Struggling with sub drop

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

American Tantra is Full of Shit
Really, Riddick? Really?

Blogging

My nudity

Events

CatalystCon Part 1: Dildos, dildos, dildos

 


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Oct 012013
 

pulled offHer car wasn’t made for camping. A past Master was also attending the event and offered to meet for directions once GPS hit the country, dirt road. He was already there when she pulled up. Camping was more his thing.

She got out and gave him a quick hug. He made small talk about the road to the property being rough. She thought he seemed aloof. His behavior was an underplayed ruse, set up for the pivotal introduction of the chemically-kissed rag to her face.

He let her slip down into his hands, and then boosted her right into his trunk. He unlocked her car and took everything from it, packing it into his. Her car would be in the river and they would be two hundred miles away, deep in the woods.

A rough bump leading up to the property roused her enough to question her own whereabouts. She was packed in a trunk like luggage. Her head hurt. He opened the trunk and dragged out a huge duffle. It landed with a *thunk* and kicked up its weight in dust.  He grabbed her hair and towed her from the trunk onto the patchy, dusty yard.

He released her in the same fashion as the duffle; and she rolled over, coughing.

“What is this!?”

She was dazed and needed fresh air.  She stood slowly and looked around to see a small camping lodge, the vehicle she came out of, and a boundless forest that surrounded it all. The thick walls of trees felt suffocating. Or maybe it was the situation.

His eyes fell to her, and his hand settled at his waist. He knew she’d be scared. He didn’t know how long it would take for it to sink in. He started watching her movements. He knew that she was having trouble processing this. He understood that.

He spoke calmly. Everything from his tone and body read complete honesty.

“Listen, pet. There were some things that didn’t quite play out the way they should have those few years back. So… You’re not leaving here. You understand? I’m you’re Master, again. There are no boundaries. No safewords. Those are gone. You’re my property. It’s up to you how long you fight it.”

She stood in stunned silence. He took a deep breath and continued on.

“I fixed the fences. You won’t make it that far, but if you did, the jolt would kill you. The wolves in the woods would take you if you got out of the house at night, if the cold didn’t first. For safety reasons, running isn’t a good idea. Besides…  I’ll hunt you. I’ll track you…  The punishment would not be worth it.”

The word “punishment,” made her buckle. That voice. That word. Fat sobs stuck in her throat. She couldn’t be there. She could not.  He moved to her with purpose, and she could not physically stop him.

He stripped her. Any attempt to block him, and he’d hit her. He yanked at her hair, manipulating her body, until she wailed in pain.

“A fight would kill you, pet. Settle down.”

Once she was naked, he commenced with the fevered pursuit of dragging her into his small home. Her unheard screams were louder and more intense than they had ever been. He grabbed hold of her throat and slammed the door shut behind them

“It’s ok to be afraid, girl. I would be too.”