“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” – Oscar Wilde
Category: Fetish
Content Warning: If religion in erotica is not your thing, this may not be for you. Prayers and religious icons are referenced.
This is not my usual theme, and for good reason, I’m not practising any religion at present but I have been a fan of Jesus at certain points in my life, for various reasons. Which some people will probably find more offensive than the content of this blog post! I think two things inspired this piece though.
Firstly ‘Why should we call ourselves sinners’ by May More, which is an extremely sexy read and the image below that I saw on Twitter, I am however unsure of the original source of it. If anyone knows please do let me know.
This week’s Friday Flash was inspired by the image provided for this week’s prompt …
‘Listen to me.’
‘No.’
She wouldn’t listen to him. Especially when he meant ‘obey’ when he said listen. She was not a child or a doormat and he did not know what she wanted.
She despised him and his air of arrogance, his assumed authority over every woman that caught his eye, his piercing gaze and tone of voice that told her he thought she was just like the rest of the women who fawned all over him.
There was a beating,
Bleeding,
Fleshy pump,
With its messy,
Aching,
Thump
Thump
Thump
There’s now an X upon her empty chest
‘Much better’ she laughs
As she lays down to rest
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I pause to take in the sight before me. He’s bloody, bruised and battered. This beautiful boy of mine is not a masochist, yet here he stands having barely flinched at the pain I have inflicted upon him. I never imagined he would fall this deep. That our new explorations would work so well, that the 3, 2, 1 of erotic hypnosis would actually work. Though I didn’t count him down. There was no swinging watch face, or flourishes to entertain a watching crowd.
There was just he and I as I guided him into a new state of being. Through fields of glorious colour. Shade after shade pictured in his mind and as he moved into each vivid colours he was straying further from himself and further into me. When he reached the end, and the colour he saw was a bright burning white, instead of needed to shield his eyes from it, he felt comfort and safety and he walked into that light, into me and fell deep under my spell.
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It’s that day of the week again and I couldn’t go with doing a #SoSS post this week. I read some awesome blog posts and I can’t wait to share them with you. First of all I wanted to take a moment to address why we do these posts. While it is lovely to see the camaraderie within the blogging community, introduce our blog regulars to new finds and drive traffic towards new blogs those are not the initial reason the Share our Shit Saturday movement was started.
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Content Warning: Kidnap, Captive Woman, Non-Consent, Humiliation, Degradation. Please do not read if you think any of these things might be triggering for you x
He doesn’t lock the door. He used to lock it religiously. The realisation that he knows he no longer needs to lock me in fills me with shame.
Shame makes my cunt ache with need.
Rope is used to bind me, but it is a loose tie. I can use my toilet, and move around my surroundings, but I would not be able to walk with any efficiency, and I certainly would not be able to run. More importantly though the amount of movement I have means I can reach my cunt, I move my fingers there and find it is still swollen from use, and his ejaculate drips from me, sticky and warm.
I wasn’t sure if I’d get in on the Sinful Sunday action this week, but after some long overdue kinky action with the gorgeous Bakji, I didn’t forget about my Sinful Sunday lovelies and I photographed a little striptease just for you …
I am working on a blog post about collars and collaring, and I reached out on Twitter to see if any companies would like to help me explore my own personal experience with collars a little bit. Bondara very kindly responded to my request for help, and sent me two collars, the idea being that they would help me explore collars in a different way to the only one we currently use.
One of the collars I was sent was the Lair Black Leather Studded Heart Collar. I’ll be honest the reason this collar was one that appealed to me was because it was cute and I had visions of Bakji getting his submission on in a super cute heart collar. However, as soon as it arrived my feelings on the matter changed.
Continue reading “[Review] Black Leather Heart Collar from Bondara”
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‘Don’t you miss having sex?’
A question I have been asked many times with regards to being into FemDom. It’s hard to know where to begin with unraveling the myth behind this particular question, so let’s just acknowledge one thing straight away … FemDom can be sex inclusive.
The beauty of being the one in charge, whether that just in a scene or in a more extended FemDom dynamic is that you get to call the shots. (Within established parameters and respecting limits of course.) I have always known that I could include sex in my FemDom scenes, learning how to incorporate it was trickier, that however was about my personal approach, rather than about some unwritten rule of no sex for Dominant Women.
Continue reading “[FemDom Friday] FemDom Can Be Sex Inclusive”
