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To be the only rope bottom in a room surrounded by a variety of male rope Tops... Mmm. *checks off bucket list* See who else is being sinful with me this week.


"Go bring in the skiff," he said. At low tide, I had volunteered to help carry it closer to the shore. Now at high tide, alone, I took off my boots and socks, rolled my pants as far up as I could, and walked barefoot over rocks and barnacles to complete my task. I only made it halfway ...


This week I volunteered to be a rope bondage Crash Test Slut for a class. When I heard the topic 'Escape Bondage', I instantly wondered "Escape? Why?" I had never intentionally tried to escape bondage before, although in the heat of the moment later I've been know to break free. "Because it's fun," the instructor stated. ...

Crawls Across Floor To Kiss His Hand

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It must be Sunday…

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He Came Down My Chimney

There was a man with a white beard and twinkling eyes cuming down all my chimneys, over and over all Christmas Eve and Day. When I finally said "I'm stuffed" Christmas night, he just chuckled and shoved in a few more inches. How did he know that's exactly what I wanted while Sir was out ...

“She’s yours. Do with her what you wish.”

Sir has some truly evil, sadistic friends... with razor sharp nails and teeth... I whined. I cried. I laughed hysterically. I screamed. I tried to attack to kill. They just laughed and carried on. She and Sir enjoyed watching me run around in the small circle that was the only space I had to move, suspended from ...


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 ...

I’m Coming Home

"Once upon a time there was a girl that lived in a wonderfully magical place. She was very happy. Then she moved to Florida. The end." ~me, 10/21 Fuck that! "Sir, I want to come home." ~me, 11/13 My next #SinfulSunday will be posted from *home*. See who else is being sinful with me this week.