Archive for January, 2009

Daily Collar

It has been a week since we embarked on a new level of our relationship and commitment as a D/s couple. We decided on a service collar and it was placed on my right ankle.

ca2

ca1

It lets me know He is with me always.

I hope I will make him proud.

Collars

My new collar shipped today from collarfactory.com.

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My first collar from collarfactory.com.

collar2

I am excited! The first one I ordered from them was last year and I have been very pleased with the quality. I like being able to choose my leatherĀ  colour, hardware and add some personal flare. They also do cuffs and belts.

*de*

Needle Play – another frontier

needleplay

needle play

I took down a few frontiers last night.

First, I listened to my girl (de), opened my mind to something (not needles) that I’d previously been closed to.

Second, I finally got around to playing with needles.

Let me say, without getting into too much detail (sorry, I’ll write a detailed tale of poky fun later) that needles will surely become a weapon of much joy.

Thank you de.

P.S. Oh! And best line of the night? From Rule #9 “But Taco Bell served you!” Not the spirit of the rule de….not the spirit of the rule.

Mask and Tat – hnt

hnt - mask and tattoo

hnt - mask and tattoo

Zipper on a thigh

thigh zipper

thigh zipper

It was her first zipper.

She took it well.

I made her count each bite as I ran the clips up one thigh and down the other. Her breath would catch with each new nibble as the count rose about 15.

Two strings. Two thighs. They reminded me of strings of firecrackers with pink fuses. Perhaps the snap, the sharp noises as I tore them up and off her sensitive flesh? Maybe the anticipated, ever so shocked delayed reaction a sub has when the zipper is pulled? Or it could just be that’s how they looked as I stood above the bed giving instruction, explaining the countdown, preparing her for the

PULL! – !SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!SNAP!

Eyes-wide-gasp, fingers splayed wide and mouth collapsed into alphabetic shock.

“Son-of-a-BITCH!” She moans, pulling fetal. Mouth and eyes close. Everything about her becomes a tiny ball.

I caress her, comfort her with soft words and wicked laughs.

I am very pleased.

“What happened to the countdown Sir?” She manages after a few seconds.

I shrug. Not bothering to answer.

“Want another?”

“Oh yes, please Sir.”

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