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It must be Sunday…

See who else is being sinful with me this week.


The cross has been decorated... Torture devices have been hung... And a professional Rigger has been enjoying making me scream, swing, and spin suspended from the vaulted ceiling. It is almost too bad neither of us thought about taking pictures at all. See who else is being sinful with me this week.

Designing Slut

During my first week settling back into Sir's home, we discovered my old slave quarters did not have enough storage for an actual 24/7/365 slut. There was no longer any room to swing a whip, flogger, or cane. The giant St. Andrews Cross was nearly inaccessible. There was no space to maneuver around the suspension ...

Bare Bottomed Birthday Slut

So on Halloween, when 'good girls' everywhere dress as sluts, what does a real slut dress as? Why, a Good Girl of course. Completely covered. Completely comfortable and cozy. Not in heels, not tied up in garters and corsets. Note my fuzzy bedroom slippers and my red bathrobe on the coat hook. See? Perfectly innocent. (Nevermind that in ...



"What's a little charred skin when you have made an awesome fire like this?" My hands have been criss-crossed with burn scars ever since I met @DomWorks. Is this a Sadist's torture? No. These are self-inflicted scars. I do not even feel the pain anymore. When I get home early in the morning after work, I LOVE to ...

I Always Lose

I celebrated my six year Kinkaversary this week with the very first Dom I ever subbed to. He is as sadistic as they come, but his weapon is not pain. It is pleasure. Believe me, pleasure can be more evil than pain. "Whenever I am with you, I fight having an orgasm." "I don't really care." Cuffed to the ...

Fifteen Minute Break

"You still haven't answered my question about a date while you're away Sir." "I know," he answered distractedly, not even looking away from his screen. Obviously he was busy, so I went outside to enjoy the sunshine. He came out a few minutes later, typing away, and muttering to himself. I could not resist the words (and ...


"Bind me well Sir. I don't need to fight. I need to surrender." Sir grinned evilly. A posture collar and clover clamp combination instantly eliminated any upper body movement. He buckled on a ball gag and blindfold, purring evil things into my ear with that sexy voice. Eventually my screams quieted to whimpers, and he continued. The spreader bar locked my lower body into ...

May I please cry some more Sir?

May I please cry some more Sir

And screaming. I think we both need lots of screaming... See who else is being sinful with me this week.

In the Dirtiest of Spaces


In the dirtiest of spaces, In the dirtiest of ways, Enthusiastically serving on my knees, Proudly showing all I'm a good girl. See who else is being sinful with me this week.