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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Feb 182014
 

TipThey had contact with each other through the internet for years. They were friendly shoulders during personal times. They were comfortable enough to reveal sexual secrets. He liked administering spankings. She preferred the receiving end. She also preferred an initial conversation and sexual teasing during dinner at a nice restaurant; followed by the actual encounter and an expensive gift. It made her feel like a lovely whore.

They had met once, in her car. It was a hurried encounter. He was paranoid and all paws. She enjoyed his roaming hands and drooling compliments.  She wanted more.

She walked in, spotted him, and dipped her chin to the hostess. She took her seat at the table and asked him if all the particulars were taken care of. He nodded nervously. She laughed softly and patted his thigh before picking up a menu.

She had the chicken. He had the salmon. The conversation of family, work, and kids flowed fluidly between them. None of what was said was new information, just updates. He’s trepidation was gone. Her touching and laughing was easy. She made it easy for him, too. The body contact was making him breathless. She felt his urgency to pay the check. They finished up and took to the room adjoining the hotel.

Entering the room before her, he turned, looking for approval. She smiled in assurance. He’d made good choices. Once she’d perched herself at the end of the bed, he brought her a tiny box, which she recognized by its light green color.  It came from one of the tiny antique jewelry shops in Five Points. They were peridot, in silver settings. She couldn’t have been happier. She was squealing. He was beaming. She’d mentioned the stone a few times in conversation over the years. He knew it would be a ringer.

She wrapped her arms around him with a big kiss and a whole lot of tongue. He was immediately anxious to have her. She turned her back to him and asked that he unzip her. When she felt the heaviness of the zipper fall to her waist against the thin fabric of her dress, she turned around to face him.

His eyes drank in the scene. Unzipping her dress and watching as she turned to reveal her breasts. He ran the back of his fingers along the side of both tits. Her nipples tightened. “Uuhh, That feels good.”  His eyes lifted to her face. She was squirmy. He grinned.

She turned from him and pealed her dress over her ass and surrendered it to the floor.  She took two steps in front of him so that he could fully enjoy the site of her naked ass. Afterall, he paid for it.

His cock was strong and appreciative. She locked her knees and bent her elbows into the plush sheets of the bed.  He pulled one of the chairs in the room over to the end of the bed. She felt his hands move up the backs of her thighs to her bottom. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and she arched back for him. He slapped her again, harder. He stood up behind her. She could feel his cock through his pants, between the cheeks of her ass. He turned to set on the bed. The slaps continued until her ass was hot.

Her pussy was wet and she needed to get off, “suck my cunt? I need to cum.”

He was more than willing, “fuck yes.”

They switched positions. She sat up at the end of the bed and he was on the floor, sucking cunt juice. She knew he secretly loved to eat pussy, but not be berated for it. He loved the smell of pussy on his face. He wanted to be surrounded by it. She leaned back and sighed as his tongue dug deep and made a mess on the both of them. He began sucking her clit and she pushed her pelvis against his face. Squeezing her thighs together and spreading them apart only spurred him on. Finally, her fingers found his hair. She lovingly ran her fingers through it. She whispered, “suck my cunt, Baby. Suck on my pussy.” She felt him prickle. She began to chuckle. They had fallen into an easy mode. They were comfortable enough to ask for what they wanted, and to tease. He stood up and looked at her, “You know I hate that.”

That didn’t stop her,”I couldn’t help it. You fucking make me horny. I feel like your whore.”  She was watching him strip in haste as she cooed her filthy words.

“Come suck my dick.” His hand was a port for his enraged cock.

She began shaking her head, “I’ve already told you that I’m not sucking it unless you shave it. It’s not shaved. You don’t even trim it!” She’d seen pictures of his cock and his cum. During many a conversation that turned sexual they had both sent pictures and videos of themselves masturbating. She’d questioned his lack of shaving and he was adamant about his natural look. She’d never sucked a cock with that much hair. She expected a mouthful of pubes and her inability to overlook it and give a good blowjob.

She hesitantly motioned for him to come closer. She took her time inspecting his hairy cock. Despite the hair, his skin was smooth. She ran her closed lips up and down his shaft. She enjoyed the feel of it on her cheeks. His moaning alerted her to his urgency. She eased it in, rolling her tongue around the head. His hisses were an unmistakable sign that his balls were heavy. She drove her face down on his dick. Her saliva mixed with his hair. She almost gagged and pulled back.  His hand was in her hair before she could come off of his cock. He pushed even more of his hairy dick inside her mouth and she let out a little squeak. He began to pump her face.

She could taste pubic hair, his engorged cock, and the precum leaking from it. She was irritated that he was face fucking her. Her cunt was on fire at the same time. Her hands massaged his heavy nut sacks. His thrusting deeper and deeper led to a goopy mess of cum and hair all down her throat, on her face, and even on her lips and dripping onto her breasts.

He was squeezing out what was left in his cock onto her tit while he laughed, “There’s a first time for everything.”

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Feb 172014
 

Sexual man thinksThe six Suits had too much of their whiskey and scotch during their posh lunch. The waitress didn’t say anything because it ran the check up, but Christ, they were getting handsy. Even for 2’oclock, it was early for this shit. Her hand played out and the tip was even better than she thought. All six of them were laughing like college kids and hailing cabs back to the office.

The Suits owned the company. Some decisions were going to be made during the big meeting. At every seat there were individual packets stacked, stapled and arranged in the order of which the itinerary read. The bar was stocked with plenty of ice, water, lemonade, coffee, and the liquors of their choice.

The Secretary was proficient. She stood and greeted each Suit with a beaming smile. Following the last one in, she watched them take their seats before speaking, “If there is anything that I can do for you Gentlemen, please don’t hesitate to ask.” With a lovely smile she closed the double doors gently and went back to her desk.

About an hour into the meeting her phone buzzed. She was asked to bring in a quarterly report from some months back. She slipped quietly through the double doors and up beside each Suit to deposit a copy of the information requested. Just as she dipped in to leave the last Suit his information, his hand ran up the back of her thigh. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

His grip was unmistakable. Its course was brief, yet obvious. Did she have her legs apart? She couldn’t remember. His hand felt strong and persistent against her stockings. Her mind only had a moment to process the action as she stood, heated and jarred before her pleasing instinct slowly kicked in, “You’re welcome, Sir.”

She rounded the table and a Suit asked for a glass of water. She obliged. Leaning in to set his glass, The Suit on her left ran his hand across her ass gently. “You really are quite lovely.”

“Th..Thank you, Sir,” She flattened her hand against the pages that littered the conference room table. The Secretary arched her body and lifted her ass to meet The Suit’s hand. Just as quick and breathlessly as the moment had happened, it stopped.

She stepped back and smiled into the faces of the six grinning Suits. She wondered if they could smell her sex from where they were sitting. They couldn’t, but her nipples were obvious. Was she supposed to pretend that it didn’t happen now?

The Suits were quietly speaking amongst themselves. She took a small step forward and quietly spoke so as not to interrupt their interactions. “Is there anyone else I may be of help to?” One of The Suits across the table was still speaking to another, yet brought her over with the silent motion of two fingers. As she approached she could hear his belt unbuckling.

She bit back an anxious grin. This meeting was going very well.

Feb 092014
 

In the dead of goodbyes, I would have swallowed my pride.

I would have set the past aside. No hard feelings inside.

***

But you, couldn’t see what was true. Couldn’t feel me and you.

You were afraid of what we’d do. I was afraid of it too.

***

I could feel you grow. You let it show. You let me know.

But you had to go. Excuses I’ll never know. Cards you’ll never show.

 ***

No more wailing inside. I patched up my pride. Your bullshit won’t ride.

No more reasons to hide. I set that part of me aside. A lesson learned in stride.

Feb 072014
 

A checklist is extremely helpful to anyone involved in the BDSM community, especially those new to it. It’s simply a list of fetishes that you may or may not find interesting. With a good checklist, you can choose activities that you’ve tried and how much you liked or disliked an activity, usually based on a numeric scale. You can also rate each one as hard limits or soft limits.

You can exchange checklists with a potential play partner so that they have all of your desired play information. It’s a helpful way to kick off negotiations before you begin a scene.

The more you play and grow in the lifestyle, you may develop different feelings about what you’ve chosen on your checklist. Feel free to update it! The best checklist that I’ve found is at CEPE. It’s very thorough. You can download it. You can print it.

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Feb 052014
 

Dead GirlCatching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked to where he was sitting. She wasn’t even supposed to have her friend there, but Marie was almost her sister and how in God’s name was she supposed to go through this without her? She could also give her Mother some closure if this all went South, God help.

It was cold in Jersey. She was dressed to a tee thanks to Jimmy. She was wearing a big warm fur from Jimmy. And she was wired to the fucking gills thanks to the fucking FEDs. She was also going into Jimmy’s place. Jimmy’s place! She tried to tell the FEDs that they didn’t have nobody inside there. They kept insisting that they did. Fucking FEDs.

Angela was a girlfriend. Angela also processed a certain amount of coke that she’d recently been busted on which gave the FEDS reason to wiretap her phone. They got Nicky on everything from Conspiracy , Racketeering, down to fucking jay walking. So she rolled. Now she’s a rat. Now Nikky’s gonna kill her.

When she finally sat down across from him, she knew she’d hit a lucky. He was high as fuck, all fidgety and shit. She moved real close and shushed him, “Hey, hey, Baby…what’s wrong?” The waitress came by and Angela waved her down, “Scotch! Two triples!” Angela went right back to tending to Nicky. “What’s got you so worked up?”

Nicky kept sniffing and coke checking his nose. “The fucking FEDs, that’s what.” Angela had tried to tell those fucking FEDs. She told them that they didn’t have nobody in here. Nicky would find out. When the drinks came, Nicky downed his and asked for another. Angela’s kisses and cooing were a benefit to the drinks. Nicky started to notice Angela more. Her legs, her lips, her thighs.

Nicky watched her smiling at him, closed out his drink, and took her hand. “Upstairs.” She followed him, knowing that undressing was a bullet she couldn’t dodge. Coming into Nicky’s room above the restaurant meant that the FEDs couldn’t hear her through the interference in the walls. They were trying to get the audio feed back up.

“I’m getting in the shower. Be naked and ready when I get out.” He was already closing the bathroom door as he said it. She’d never stop with the Hail Mary’s if she got out of this one. She stripped, pulling cords and wires everywhere. She shoved them in her bag and it under the bed. She was naked when he came out in a towel. He smiled gently, dropping the towel. He kissed the inside of her ankles before he snatched her to him.

He slid inside her with a deep breath and a grunt when his cock fully landed. His hold on her ankles loosened as he slid his grip up her legs and tightened on the top of her thighs. Her back arched while his body slammed against hers. Nicky always was a good fuck.

Angela’s body started to shake and Nikky pinned down both of her wrists. He leaned down close to her face, “This is my pussy. It doesn’t belong to anybody else, especially not the FEDs.” Angela’s body was already squeezing and manipulating around Nicky’s cock. She couldn’t stop. “Nicky spat the words at her,” Come on, cum for me you dirty whore.”

And cum she did, right up until the moment that the electrical cord tightened just a little too much.  Nicky let her body slump back, flat against the bed. He put his pants on and hit a button on the phone.

“Hey, I need a couple of guys to deal with a thing. Ok. Yeah.” Nicky put his shirt on, buttoned up and looked at Angela’s body on the bed. He slid in one cufflink at a time and shook his head. It was sad. Angela always was a good fuck.
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Dec 202013
 

Kinkly.com rated me number 34 in their Top 100 Sex Blogging Superheroes of 2013 list. Rori from Between Me Sheets also does an annual list of Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2013. I was lucky enough to receive a spot at number 34 on that list as well. Beck from Beck and Her Kinks put together her list of Top 25 Sex Bloggers of 2013. I was number four.

A huge ‘thank you’ goes out to Kinkly, Rori, and Beck. There’s tons of great bloggers out there. It’s an honor to see my name up there with people that I’ve read and on levels that I’ve aspired to be on. If my readers, new or old, did not like what I put out then I wouldn’t get enough attention to be noticed by anyone. I appreciate my readers.

I have put out some pieces this year that I’ve’ve been proud of and plan to continue  on and see where it takes us into next year. I don’t have anything to jump off with. Life’s been throwing boulders at my immediate and extended family since October. I’m sure everyone knows how serious issues can rattle people to the core. When things calm down in my personal life, I’ll start rolling again. Trust me.

Until Then,

The SinDoll

Nov 182013
 

Cigar SecretsShe gingerly sifted through her Mother’s personal belongings. She and her sisters had taken to the task since the funeral. Their Mother had a treasure trove of secrets. Mother dated cigar boxes, along with a small accounting book of all the money that came in and went out during that time, and how it came in.

Each box had given new life to old whispers. The sisters stumbled across information hidden to them,   but well organized, since before their birth. Some of the records and family information dated back over a hundred years. The girls found property deeds, and notes to places where money was stashed around the house. She cooked the books for more than one business. Unspeakable and illegal acts and consorts; their Mother had kept it all buried from their little eyes.

Mother was cookies and cornbread. She sewed and called for the laundry. She also laundered money and moved some packages for some “friends of hers.” The girls did recall having many “drop-by” Uncles, bringing gifts and baskets of chocolate.

The three of them were giving it a go together with a bottle or two of wine, seeing what else their Mother had been up-to all these years. Each began with a box. Donna took two. Everything was ‘something,’ her dictation regarding who had given her the expensive and sentimental items in her jewelry box and closet. Some of the names, they’d heard mention, even as children, or in college.

She sat back and wondered if the devil just ripped out her Mother’s heart. She couldn’t put herself in her Mother’s place, but she was her child, and she was loved by that woman. She might carry sins she didn’t understand, but she was a good Mother.

Her sister nudged her, and then smiled. She’d drifted off on a silent rant. She reached for the next piece of paper in her box. She began to read mindlessly out loud.

 

Dear Mother,

I left with him. I’m pregnant. We’re going to get married. We’ll be fine.

I love you,

Donna

June, 1978

 

 

Donna,

Bring me the baby and you can come back.

I love you,

Mother

July, 1978

 

…. She was born in December of that year, …and her sister was crying.

 

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Nov 162013
 

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Nov 122013
 

mattressThe sun lifted and beamed through the two small windows in the room. It penetrated her face in some spots more clearly than others. When she tried to open her eyes, one wouldn’t. It was too swollen closed. The other had an inflamed cut across the eyebrow. She had limited vision. He had punched her in the face.

Her hands automatically went for her eyes. She found her wrists bound, along with her ankles. They were shackled to the small, iron bed she was laying on. The thin mattress that she was laying on was as naked as she was. She wondered if it was as dirty too. The side of the bed pressed against the long wall.  All she had to do was look down the foot of the bed to see him leaned on his shoulder, up against the doorway.

He must have heard the chains rattling. “Morning, pet.” She just lay there, in silence, frozen, and determined. The tension was in an elevator on it’s way to the penthouse.

“Don’t do it.” He shook his head, took his baseball cap off, raked his nails through his hair then repositioned his cap. It was a habit she recognized. He shook his head again, looking at the floor and talking with one hand, the other still tucked under his arm.

“Are you going to try that thing where you cut yourself off emotionally? Because I think we both remember how well that worked out for you last time.”

“No,” her voice came out like a horse whisper; so she lay her head back, cleared her throat and tried again. “No. I’m just… trying to figure …everything out, and I’m tired and hurt.” She wasn’t in any physical or mental shape to earn his ire.  She didn’t know what was coming next, either.

He swaggered into the room and took a seat on the mattress beside her, then looked to the only other piece of furniture in the room which was a St. Andrew’s cross. He looked back at her.

“This used to be my playroom. Now, this is your room, but I don’t have room for that anywhere else in the house. You want to take a shower, get something to eat, maybe let me look at that eye?”

She warily nodded. He unlocked her feet first and then moved to her hands. She squeaked out an expression of gratitude. Before he unlocked her left wrist her stopped and let his elbows fall to her knees, and his face to the floor. “Thank you… what, pet?”

Her stomach sank. She hoped that by omitting that one word she hadn’t undone herself and his willingness to be gentle, even for as long as it would last.

He flipped her over. The jerk to her body almost jammed her one still chained wrist. One of his hands seemed to put his entire body weight on the side of her face. She could barely breathe. She felt the springs against her cheeks. His other hand slapped her ass until she finally got it high enough for his liking.

She screamed the word “Master,” endlessly. She felt something smooth enter her pussy and she lifted her ass for it. She spread her legs for it. Everything else hurt, but her cunt felt good. He said nothing the entire time, but pulled out before she could finish.

Just like she knew him, he knew her. He let her head up and covered her eyes with his hand, pushing whatever he’d fucked her with into her mouth. She could obviously taste her own juices.

“Clean it.”

She did. He uncovered her eyes.  He held the length of his hunting knife in his hands, inspecting how well she cleaned the butt of it.

She cried.